OK,
Time to set the record straight.
Yes, we lost.
<Rod Serling voiceover>
Submitted for your approval. A Gorn BCH and a Lyran BCHV vs a Fed DNH and a Fed BCV. Unknown to Gwarlock, Capt. Jeff plays Lyran. Rolling spends most of the time under mama's apron (not an entirely unpleasant sight, I might add) and the missiles don't allow closure. As Gwarlock peels off an attack run, Tracey snares poor Jeff in the dreaded 'Pakistani Scissor hold' and her and Krolling use Jeff like a human door knob (again, not entirely unpleasant). Gorn turn radius' being what they are, I'm powerless to stop the onslaught. Approxiamately 10 minutes later (the time it takes to turn a BCH 180 degrees), Jeff is debris, and his glazed visage passes my observation deck with a bigger smile than I thought possible on a human. Now it's 2v1 (again, not unpleasant, considering the company). I spend the better part of 7 minutes looking at Krolling's rear................shield. Closer, closer I creep. Just as she is in my grasp, and I release my payload, I feel two hands on my shoulders. Then I feel something else. A white hot light, then it was over. I woke up on the barroom floor, dazed, with 25 Federation credits suurounding my limp and tender form.
Well played ladies. And again, not entirely unpleasant.
Well met!
Gwarlock the tender