Mike smiled underneath his mask as he watched Lake's plan unfold and the capital ships move dangerousally close together. With a short chuckel he told his crew "Aww, now that's unfortuant isn't it. Direct all fire one of the ships. Take a random pick, if we hit the one with our people in it, well they're smart enought to cause a traffic jam in space, they're smart enough to send us a message."
((sorry it's rather short compared to the others however it was 4 minutes to midnight.))
Make love, not toast.