The spacestation is rapidly turning into a war zone. The Azdgari have managed to turbocharged one of the robotic drinks trolleys, and are riding in it, blowing the hell out of anything that moves, and many things that don't. The Zidagar, not to outdone by the Adzgari, have slapped together a phase-beam, to try to blow the Adzgari out of the water. The Igadzra, known to be subtle, and wanting to come out in the end, have secretly rigged the phase-beam to fire once and explode. The UE, have managed to smuggle a whole UE Fighter into the spacestation, and have cloaked it and gone in search of the voinians. The renegades have sown a layer of space mines, all over the station, and the strandless are picking up the mines, for scrap metal. The voinians knowing that the humans have a fighter somewhere on the station, have stripped all the unnessescary equipment from a trio of rocket launchers, and the Emalghia have dug some trenches, and are committing trench warfare to anyone who comes near.
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You don't blow it up, you just, how shall I put it,
"Let the smoke out"-Jack
I want a doughnut. A doughnut as doughnutty as a doughnut made of flour, water, one large egg, sugar, a pinch of yeast, cinnamon to taste, and jam or jelly filling, depending on preference. Its not a doughnut as something in any way metaphorical. Just a doughnut.