Alvarez chuckled, "how Altruistic of you..." he gestured. "Keep the pressure on them."
Walking away he reached the situation table, pointing to the fighters and looking at Warner. "Remove them from play, Commander... helm, keep us bow on, but roll the ship... use the yaw and pitch to foil their aim."
"The Coalition has no problem with a person accumulating wealth, on the condition that he not exploit others in the pursuit of others in its accumulation. No, you can be wealthy as you please, but should you use that wealth to suppress your fellow man, then that is where we have problems."
He cleared his throat, "final question, esse, are you ready, homes?"
The Trotsky's main weapons sank their teeth into the corsair's flank, "have you ever, and I mean EVER had the desire to dress up like a fluffy bunny, or put on frilly panties and prance around after hours?"