Gorn/ISC Border
0830 EST
Aboard BCHV Tracey's Lacies
Sir! We are being hailed! It's Former Chancellor Dogmatix and Tracey Greenough on open chat channels.
Put Boris and Natasha through at once.
Shall we meet in battle? Your pitiful C7V against my fine beast? I'll wager I can take the both of ya.!
Dog: I , er, I'm feeding Minimatix right now. And I have to go to work. Yeah, that's it. I have to go to work.
Tracey: If you want my panties that bad, just ask , you sexy yank!
Then meet me here. Ensign, beam the coordinates to them.
The great ships began to lock horns, with Tracey vowing to stay out of it. (More Fed lies!) Dog starts with his usual missile spread, while closing fast. Set the PF's to defend me. Fight through about what seems like 40+ missile waves. Shields low but holding. All systems rdy. Tracey, the, the, wench, is taking pot shots at me on my open shield. Such a womanly thing to do. One PF goes BOOM. Dogmatix does his J'inn T-bomb impression, and I sneak a few past his now open shield. Tracey still plinks away. Open combat with 2 TWO C7V's. No way I'll survive. Just then, my agent deep inside the Klingon empire, Minimatix tosses applesauce on her master's keyboard. Dogmatix has left the fight! The mission ends, I'M ALIVE and get 368 pp to BOOT! HAH! I beat both of ya! I'm the best!
On a sad note, my agent, Minimatix, her cover blown, had to make for open space immediately. The Klingons have put a 'Time Out' bounty on her head. Her sacrifice was not in vain! I lived AND WON!
GG, both of ya. Maybe when you have more time, Doggy. I'm not as bad as I once was.
Gwarlock
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