Lunar Control sits in her chair, exasperated. Why can't anything just go right? The situation was so close to being cleaned up and now several squads are crying to her over the radio. How many squads does she have to send? How many can she still send? Where are all the freaking competent rabbits? Why do the disgusting beings want the slingshot so bad? Maybe she'll just blow it up out of spite. She'll most likely be reprimanded, but the alternative is letting those freaks down there get their way.