BS! ELF! DELICATE NEGOTIATIONS!

[Malaclypse 666]

*Mal, as soon as you're done decimating that beet-sugar candy, I have some news for you.*

"Anything, Dis. Anything to relieve this mindless tedium. Even the visit from Pops, and overseeing the installation of our new K.G. facility with him only reduced the boredom to merely crushing."

*Well, Mal, the boredom may be about to end. Word is out on the Comms that there's been a shakeup in the Bs| Hierarchy. Wolfpack has stepped down, and turned the reins over to someone called DBoy. He hasn't contacted us either. According to their most recent Faction Status Report. The ELF is neutral to Bs|*

"Then we have eaten our last Gran Canaria turnip, Dis! All our business affairs here are concluded, including accepting an invitation to to be Grand Marshall of next year's Dung Festival. We'll drop back in a month or two to check on the K.G. crop. Right now I can't wait to show the E_A's arse end to this lovely yet archaic cornucopia of civilization."

*I agree wholeheartedly, Malsey. Marching orders?*

"I'll compose a comms to DBoy expressing our regrets that he couldn't attend the festival. Let Aeon and the SCRA know that we'll still provide the Honor Guard for his Christening, but that the Eris_Ascendant has been called away on important business.

"Then put out a sanitized squirt to Fin and Menno. We'll regroup at location "Victor" for a Council session. Events are poppin', Dis, and mostly to the Glory of Her Quirkiness. The locals are even starting construction on a chapel for Our Lady downtown! Let's load up and blow this turnip stand for awhile!

"Oh, and pack up that bloody huge pentagonal table. It'll look great back in the conference room on Amerigo."

::: And so ends the great Peace Talks between the Black Squadron and the Erisian Liberation Front. It would appear there was "peace in the valley" all along.
Never mind. :::

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