>>All around the clearing, men and women in the jumpsuits of Destroid
>>personnel - most pulled half-down and tied around the waist by the sleeves -
>>seem to be having a party. The Monsters are connected by improvised walkways
>>lashed between the long barrels of their 16-inch naval guns and have what
>>appear to be tents or collapsible howdahs erected on their upper decks, over
>>the cannons' breeches. There are people up there with hibachis. One of them has
>>what looks like a full-service bar on top. It takes me a few minutes to figure
>>out the system of chain ladders, jury-rigged ramps, and plank bridges...
>
>For some reason, that imagery evokes a sense of pirating and
>swashbuckling...

Heh, there's a little of that, but the bulk of what we were shooting for was the Vietnam-era firebase stuck out in the middle of nowhere. I'm enjoying these short stories because this is the kind of thing we bang around in the Studio while sorting out other stuff. There's been all sorts of little gems like this that come up but then never find a real home. Being able to dress one up and present it is a nice feeling, at least for me.

	Chad Collier Smirking Kilrathi The Captain of the Gravy Train "mmmmmm, gots to get me some'a that horchata"