[Intro] [TANGENT] Record club. [DOGS] Casualties? [GLITCH] One jump freighter attacked. [DEATH] They apologised. [DOGS] Publicly? [TANGENT] Yes. [small pause] [DOGS] What the fuck do we sing about? [DEATH] Keep reading. [ALL] ONE! TWO! ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR! [Verse 1 — TANGENT] Wrong ship shot in empire space, Executor hits the feed: We fucked up. Wasn't policy. Trader wasn't ours to bleed. Formal words. Specific fault. Future help if it's required. Fraction says: Apology accepted. Reset standings. Carry on. No court above them. No imperial seal. Two sides name the problem And decide the peace is real. [DOGS] Disturbingly functional. [GLITCH] It won't last. [Pre-Chorus] [DEATH] WE FUCKED UP! [GANG] ACCEPTED! [GLITCH] STANDINGS RESET! [GANG] DONE! [TANGENT] Trade tomorrow? [DOGS] Why the fuck not? [Chorus] [ALL] OFFENSIVELY BOLD! [GANG] BOLD! SAY WHAT YOU LIKE— WE DO WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN! MAKE PEACE! MAKE WAR! PUT THE ACTUAL FUCKING WORK IN! WORDS ARE CHEAP UNTIL THEY COST! PRINCIPLES MEAN NOTHING IF THEY NEVER LEAVE THE POST! [Verse 2 — GLITCH] Then Aphoxema finds the mechanism. They apologise? Good publicity. They fight and lose? Good publicity. They crush the Fraction? Underdog mythology. [DOGS] Efficient. [GLITCH] Dangerous. If every possible outcome proves the story right, resilience becomes blindness and conviction becomes spite. [DOGS] So what's the defence? [GLITCH] Keep people near who tell you when you're full of shit. [DEATH] There. [Chorus] [ALL] OFFENSIVELY BOLD! [GANG] BOLD! SAY WHAT YOU LIKE— WE DO WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN! CALL IT ARROGANCE! CALL IT SPIN! SHOW ME WHAT YOU STAND FOR— AND WHAT YOU'VE ACTUALLY DONE! OFFENSIVELY BOLD! [Verse 3 — DOGS] Then they start fighting dictionaries. [DOGS] Naturally. Respect is due. Respect is earned. Everyone brings definitions. Jade says: What do you stand for? What are you changing? What have you risked? If the answer's twenty paragraphs and absolutely nothing else— maybe shut the fuck up. [GLITCH] Not quite the wording. [DOGS] Better wording. [TANGENT] The actual distinction is— [DOGS] Nobody's chanting it. [DEATH] He's right. [Verse 4 — DEATH] Then somebody starts flirting. [DOGS] Finally. [DEATH] Wrong person. Jade says love takes two desires. One voice cannot name the bond. War. Trade. Respect. Love. One party doesn't get to decide what two parties have become. Then someone asks: Still with Revan? And suddenly— Widow among the stars. Broken imperialist hulls. Sad songs with comrades. Melancholy wine. A dance in Pleiades that may never come. [DOGS] That's a lot for “yes.” [DEATH] Keep reading. [Break — stripped] [TANGENT] Why not simply visit? [DEATH] Apparently— every visit requires a commando raid on a Sabik monastery. [small pause] [GLITCH] Of course it does. [TANGENT] Celibate fanatics. [DOGS] Of course. [TANGENT] Fingernails against armour. Orbital fire support. Power armour. Close Quarters tactical deployment. [DOGS] Of course. [DEATH] “It can be disturbing.” [long pause] [DOGS] This thread is magnificent. [Bridge] [TANGENT] Apology becomes politics. [GLITCH] Politics becomes trolling. [DEATH] Criticism becomes a ship name. [DOGS] Love becomes a military operation. [ALL] EVERY OUTCOME BECOMES MATERIAL! [brief pause] [DEATH] Useful— until material becomes truth. [Final Chorus] [ALL] OFFENSIVELY BOLD! [GANG] BOLD! SAY WHAT YOU LIKE— WE DO WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN! MAKE PEACE! MAKE WAR! MAKE LOVE! ADMIT WHEN YOU'RE WRONG! TELL THE STORY! THEN KEEP THE FRIENDS WHO TELL YOU WHERE THE STORY'S WRONG! NO MASTERS! [GANG] NO MASTERS! NO DEFERENCE DUE! KEEP THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO SAY YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT TOO! OFFENSIVELY BOLD! [Outro] [DOGS] Did she name the ship? [DEATH] She said she would. [DOGS] Finally. Evidence. [GLITCH] That is not— [DEATH] Record club concluded.
