Agent Shield
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Posted - 2003.12.06 06:35:00 -
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all throughout Eve,
Not a miner was mining, it was suggested all leave;
For evil was approaching and you should take care,
In hopes that you are safe, stay if you dare.
The carebears were nestled all snug in their docks,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their jocks;
NPC hunters fly fast, trying to get home,
For their prey get a reprieve, tonight they roam.
When out of the jump gate arose such a clatter,
Battleships came through and asked what's the matter?
Away to the stragglers they flew like a flash,
Innocents killed while they tried to dash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen cargo,
Gave the lustre of modules that had dropped down below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fleet of pirates, with shirts that say "NO FEAR".
With my camera in hand, so lively and quick,
I had to get a picture of Evil St. Nick.
More rapid than others his fleet has came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Dasher!, now Dancer!, now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet!, on Cupid!, on Donder and Blitzen!
To the first station! It's time for them to fall!
Now Warp away! Warp away! Warp away all!
As warpdrives engaged they lit up the sky,
Their ships went to lightspeed, ready to fly.
So up to the dock point the fleet they flew,
With guns on the ready, and Evil St. Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I read local chat,
The smacktalk and cursing of each little rat.
As everyone undocked, and scattered around,
Down came the locks, and every pilot was bound.
His ship was real stunning, all shiny and clean,
There has been nothing like this, that we have seen.
There were flames painted on the front, even the back,
And it was so big, exactly what did he pack?
His modules we could not see, so what should we do?
All targetting was jammed, and our speed was cut too.
There were many ships joining, to help go after him,
But our chances of success, were looking rather dim.
As more and more undock, there seemed to be no end,
Our force wanted to attack, but I fear we can't defend.
All ships were helpless and we were at his folly,
That fat old Evil St. Nick, appeared most jolly.
It was clear to all, who had been there that night;
He was going to conquer, we could not stop this fight.
We were about to lose ships, we were about to be owned;
There will be no more originals, we will all be cloned.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled our hulls with fire, then turned with a jerk.
Any laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, a hail of missiles arose.
He sprang to his ship, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Adaptation by Agent Shield
circa December 6th, 2003
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