OFFICIAL IMPERIAL LYRAN BITCHING
<the smell of burnt fur fills the room as a partially cooked J'inn storms in>
WHO EVER &*#^(&*#(&*# WITH THE SHIPLIST SHOULD BE SHOT!!!
Allow me to play a recording from my <ahem> former ship to illuminate.
Helm: Sir, the Miranda class human is running from us. The coward!
J'inn: I expect to see more human hind parts in this campaign that on a Brasilian beach. <snicker>
Helm: We are gaining sir! He must be damaged!
J'inn: Galley!! Bridge!! Fire up the BBQ!!
Helm: 15 klicks and closing.
J'inn: Transporter room! Bridge! Prepare to beam dinner morsels to the galley. Get the fat ones first.
Sciences: Um, sir. Did you look at the shiplist?
J'inn: Me, read? BWHAHHAAAA
Sciences: The Miranda class was given rearward firing photons.
J'inn: *&#)&*#^*)&^#(*&^#(&*#^(&*#^&#* HARD TO STARBOARD HARD TO STARBOARD!! Don't get within 10 Kil . . .
Helm: 9.9 Klicks sir.
J'inn: _)&#)(*&#&)(*&)(#&)#*&(
Weps: She's firing overloaded photons!! Brace for impact!!!
Computer: Command bladder containment failure. Hazmat team to the bridge!!
J'inn: (*&@*&)(#^*&^#*&(%^#(^%#(%^#^(&#^(_#_(*&#_(*#&&#
--- END PLAYBACK ----
Someone owes me. Big time.
Grrrrrrrrr.
AND THE NEXT ()*@_)*@_&#$(*&#$( THAT SEZ . . . YAY MY FIRST PvP WIN!!! After killing me I will soooooo hunt down and kill.
Stargazer . . . you sir . .. are a bastard.
good game.
ptui.
damn shiplist
mutter.