Superior Delegate
Krasz Volok
SaTok, Commander!
The Machine wants a human spacecraft. Actually... I think It wants something on the ship. Or... was on the ship?
Bah, I wasn't listening.
Whatever it is, the Machine gave the frogs three tries to capture one, and was for some reason surprised when they failed. The two craft they attacked in port were emptied the instant they touched down, and the one they ambushed in space boosted away. Seems like they're pretty nervous about whatever they're haulin'.
The Machine asked the squishies to handle this little job because it didn't want the heist to be noticed. The frogs fucked that up pretty thoroughly, though, so our benefactor has concluded that stealth is no longer a relevant concern.
And as anyone knows, when stealth doesn't matter, THAT'S WHEN YOU CALL IN THE MORATS!
BA-HAHAHAHAHA!
Heh.
Anyway, we're not pussyfooting around on this one. The humans seem to have a plan to scramble when something goes wrong on the ground or in the air, but I'm betting that their ships aren't any more maneuverable than ours when they're landing. So, boys and girls, that's where we'll hit 'em-- we'll crack that kusit little oyster open when it's hurtling toward the surface. I seriously doubt that they'll be able to squirm away from that!
If all goes well, we can chop up whatever meat they left to guard it and land it somewhere in the woods.
If all doesn't go smoothly... well, the spaceport's in a populated area.
Use your imagination, kid.
Heh.