Proclamation! Friday, October 13th

[Malaclypse 666]

In a Life Pod, floating above Cambridge:

*Mal, you're an idiot.*

"So you've told me five times already, Dis! You're just miffed cuz I blistered your new paint job. (Next time I make sure you have your own life pod...)"

*No, I'm miffed because you powered down missiles. What were you thinking?*

"You saw what happened when we popped out of the trade lane! That Just Joshie guy was down to an RCH of hull on our first salvo! And his little buddy U.S. Grant wasn't even stressing our shields. So I'm not a cold stone killer! So fire me!"

*Admit it, Mal. You violated Celine's first Law. You were whistling while pissing, and that Wolfpack sodder just sauntered up behind you and kicked your hairy ass!*

"Alright, I get the picture! I blundered into a squeeze-play. They put out the cheese, and I bit.. how was I to know the cheese was tainted??"

*(Sigh.. maybe another million years or so of evolution...) Well, Mal, at least you were gentleman enough to invite them to your little after-action Nosh next week*

"Hmm.. I did didn't I. But that was before Wolfpack got all testy and declared open hostilities. Aw well. The Chao spins. The Cheshire Cat grins. And only Eris knows who wins. Wake me when Fin gets here to hoover us up, Dis."

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