Beer Ahoy!

Who: Mk.7, Efof, Dean, KatZ, Captain Glen and defending/advancing
Space Corps fleet
When: A few hours after last post
Where: Deep space
"Alright, there's the fleet" said Mk.7. "Cover me while I link up
with the capitol ships, and offload the beer."
"How?" asked Dean "We've run out of missiles."
"Well, you could always ram into them head first." suggested Mk.7
"You ARE kidding, right?" said Katz, shoving Dean away from the
microphone to butt in
"Well, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and all
that." smirked Mk.7
"Oh shut up and dock with that smegging ship already." yelled KatZ,
Dean and Efof in unison.
Several hours and pints later, Mk.7 had managed to empty his cargo
of the precious amber fluid into all the capitol ships, just in time
for a huge wave of Hymanoptera ships.
The Space Corps ships unleashed a wave of their own, and the alcohol
hit the wall of red, green and black ships, that started to disolve
into a strange blend of the three colours.
"Ok Dean, I'm ready for pickup."
"Sure thing buddy, but, uh, did you... you know?"
"What, jettison that Glen guy into deep space? Yeah. It was funy to
watch him pop." replied Mk.7 in glee
"What? NO! The OTHER thing."
"OOOooooooh, I see. Yes, I was able to adapt my gatling Bazookoid
array to store and fire beer, and am packing 4 pints."
"Sweet man, get aboard this instant." said Dean happily grabbing
four pint mugs.
Once Mk.7 was onboard, the Raven made it's best speed to the planet
they had heard over the radio that was under attack from the
Hymanoptera, in the hopes they could help liberate it. This
momentous task did not, however, keep Mk.7, Dean Efof and KatZ from
enjoying a good pint of amunition-grade lager.
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