Read Carefully, First Officer Veylor (@martialVarnish), I will not embarrass myself and try to convince you that this typo was an intentional pun. Though, if you were so concerned about "proper platforms," would you not have carried on without spelling the blunder out for all who should lay their eyes upon your word? Our bond must be recognized for what it is after all. A united front under Her glorious Empire. Or have you forgotten your manners since entering the digital sphere? And, I must say, your appearance was very popular. I bet you were just filled to bursting with on the boost to your ego all of that Attention afforded you. As if the ceremony in your honor was not enough. Forgive me for observing instead of inserting myself as expertly as you have. It is no matter of courage, I know enough of myself to admit that I lack your prowess in such aggressive penetration. You will have to show me one of these days. You concern yourself so heavily with my decoration or, as you wrongly suggest, lack thereof. Do you take pride in undressing me, First Officer Veylor? It must bring you great delight to think of my chest lay bare, with not even a ribbon to my name. This wounds me, you should know. I have indeed earned my stripes the same as you, in Service and in suffering the indignities of the public. Yet, you deny me my accolades. Accolades you plainly took stock of when you took your lingering inventory of me, my scent, and my errors in dress as you say. What reaction you hope to provoke with this, I cannot help but wonder. This is the offense I choose to address, First Officer Veylor. The first. For a new one has come up. Why do you suggest romance at all? I will be the first to say that our correspondences have been a headache to endure. Does it please you to know that even now the sound of your voice digs its claws into me, just reading you? There is no sweet that toasts you properly. It is the bitterness that you taste of that is called for. You may be on the offensive throughout this chittering exchange, being the first to strike, with your peanut gallery to watch, but I will see to it that unsheathed you find yourself on the defensive. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
