[OPEN] [2nd Story] As if it couldn't get any worse...

[lIceColon]

The commander's eyes squinted, and he took a deep breath.

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No atmosphere? GTFO.
The propeller is the greatest invention of all time.

[PlasmaSabre]

"They are Gallic ships, sir!" reported the crewman as his radar was filled with innumerable red blips.

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[lIceColon]

Clearly outnumbered, the captain gave the order to engage the cloak.

[nOmnomnOm]

"But Commander Jones, what about the others," said one of the crewmen of the bridge.

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[PlasmaSabre]

The Commander frowned, suddenly remembering the rookies they had been training.

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[lIceColon]

Just then the first Gallic ship emerged into visual range, an Obstinate with a strange never-before-seen paint job

[Caconym]

Suddenly, as the commander looked through a window at the rookie Dunkirk accompanying his own, he saw it suddenly blown up, having been shot by a Valor with the same paint job as the Obstinate.

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[PlasmaSabre]

Two wings of Gallic bombers were closing in and chaos ensued: rookies were exploding left and right, and the remaining Bretonian forces were forced to surrender.

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[Enkidu]

The captain felt a ill-taste in his mouth, and it wasn’t just the sewage on this one.

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[oZoneRanger]

" Bridge, this Repair crew 12beta, we tracked down the source of the smell sir, seems some high grade pharma was stored close to a reactor coil and it has vaporized 12 palets of the stuff....doc say that the effects on the crew will be unforseen, but expect there to be...hey you...put the gun down....((gunshot))."