> "'Sir, I hear quacking,' he said suddenly.
> "'Quacking?'
> "'Quacking, sir.'
> "Light poured from the display in all colors of the spectrum: an
> entire task force of bogies somewhere in the vicinity of Beacon
Street.
> They looked at first like garden-variety Scum, Suck, or Shun-class
> light cruisers, but as the bars shrank and pulsed, the truth became
> clear: the enemy had dispatched part of Fleet 107 of Mallard light
> waddlers in our direction.
>
> - RED DUCK RISING.
I am going to import a couple of thousand of Crocodile-hsunchen in my
campaign and to bring them along and pay them to settle down in big
numbers wherever quacks are heard.
Chomps,
Gian