"Gentlemen, and oh-so lovely Ladies! I raise a glass to the new pilots of Red Wing! May they prosper in their newfound rank and glory, and let fate decide the rest!"
With that, Eugen loosed his favorite pistol and fired a shot into the Jukebox, whereapon it began a most fitting tune. With that completed, he leaped to a tabletop, cape spinning and new insignia gleaming, and emptied the rest of the magazine into the roof.
"Drinks are on me for the next five minutes! Get Some, Comrades!"
As the remainder of the pub rushed the hassled bartender, Eugen smiled down at the new pilots with gleaming teeth. The shock in their eyes at the rampand destruction clear in their eyes inspired more racous laughter from the infested Commander.
"And that, young grasshoppers, is how we party in Red Wing! Lets steal some capship jockey's table, and get thrashed!"
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
