"me ship and I were recruited... did I say recruited?.... I meant pressed into service, at the beginning of the war... 'Cuz, see, I were a heavy hauler.... Mag Towing heavy containers... we called 'em Kegs, to the lounges, both in system and the outlying regions, bringing in the supplies they needed to run the bars and tables and stuff.... every now and then, bring in exotic things like Sessoranian Postach, or Gramamamaganian Usk worms, or Canadian Beer from the Planet Earth..... that sorta thing. But war broke out, and now I were haulin' Kegs filled with Chips and Dips for the fighting ships. Oh, they gave me a fancy shmancy uniform and called me Captain.... Like I weren't Captain afore they put me here, but had to do my duty. Most times, I'd get an escort of maybe two Paks of D'Noes.. just fer protection.... but this one trip out, only 2 D-Noes showed Up... I called over and said that 2 weren't enough and that we'd get our asses blown all over the cosmos if'n we get set on by an Attack Platform or a Strip of Hotels. The Captain on one of the D'noes said not to worry, 'cuz reinforcement would be there short like. And there she was... winked outa sublit like an angel of steel.... the "Mighty Voice" herself...The C-Leen D-Ohn, Pride of the Vay-Gas Fleets.... been there from the beginning.... from that moment on, had no fear, no cause for alarm... we set forth on our convoy. 2 D-Noes, a huge honkin' Star Cruiser, and an old hauler Mag Towing a bunch of Kegs.... few glorius sites have mine eyes seen, but this were the best of 'em" memoirs of Captain (later Admiral) T-Fani Go-Litely The Lounge Wars, Chapter 7 Warrior Poets back in the Lounge, after being snowed under again..... nice to see the rest of my friends here in the Lounge with me.....I feel like beer and wings... how about you?... Waitress.... comments welcome, please enjoy!