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Marietta Apartments
The door swished open and Arella fairly plowed over Mack, spilling his flowers all over the floor. “What are you waiting for, you slovenly boor? We have to get to Biggs’ right away--come on, we’re taking your Jeep!”
“We are? But the--" Mack motioned to his flowers then chased her down the hall to the elevator where Arella started pushing the button. “What do we need to see the skipper for? I thought we were going to--”
“I’ve this package,” she began as they stepped onto the elevator. It just might provide us with a decent speculative endeavor.” Arella squinted and tilted her head in Mack’s direction. “What were you doing with those flowers, you wretched cad? Have you found some sweet temptress who catches your fancy?”
Excerpt
Thrynn Senate Record, 3522
[speech standardized]
Kgnfrss: Do you not see? This is a betrayal of everything for which we’ve fought. The wars of the alien waves threatened not simply our lives, but our precious civilization. What is transpiring among us now is a far greater threat than the invasions ever [commotion]...Mr. President, may I have order?
Senate President: The time of the senator has expired...
Bellus: And far more so than Senator Kgnrfss may suspect, Mr. President! We have finally broken free of servitude and mental enslavement by the Elowan and their Human lackeys. Shall we remain slaves when the masters are slain? It is time for an end to the deceit--
Kgnrfss: Slaves? Mr. President...
Bellus: --of Elowan poison--nevermore to the sordid fruit of their evil philosophies! An end to subordination before their false[inaudible]. Will you come with me? [commotion, murmuring] Yes! Let us return to the roots of our honor and our strength. Who among you will take that step?
Hup: I will take that step, honored colleague! Let us put a halt to the insidious I indoctrination of our young before the graven idols of the wicked Elo--
Senate President: The senator will desist--there will be order...
Thrynn Confederacy
Elowan Frontier
Hsthss Expeditionary Dock
Colonel Venn’Bk stood in the main operations center of the expeditionary dock. It was from this station in deep space that the bulk of activities on the downspin side of the border were coordinated. There was a great deal of activity all throughout the dock’s hangars, ammunition depots, fuel storage, repair and command and control facilities. The fleet was working up for something hefty, but Venn’Bk made only a brief note of this. He was on deck to observe the arrival of the frigate Jussru. A type two frigate, Jussru was hardly an imposing sight, not compared with the impressive dreadnought Thosskriegen or the heavy amphibious carriers, all moored nearby. Regardless, the Navy relied heavily on the versatile type two production line, and this one had just undergone some custom modifications. Jussru’s helmsman executed a nearly flawless docking maneuver.
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Captain Huxroxy Zeep of ISS Loonboon never tires of telling cowering Spemin commanders he was "hatched hive calling Gonnastompaslug." A standard Spemin reply: "O, high and mighty insectoid overlord of divine descent, why have you imparted such sublime wisdom on our pathetic, worthless selves?" Huxroxy answers, "am certainly much the homesickness."
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