There was, at some stage, and may yet be, a half-written story behind this sentiment:
"Russian supply depot commanders were a Godsend to Great Justice. We got Lun just by paying a scrapyard to pay a base commander to write it off as 'sunk due to lack of maintenance and destroyed as a navigation hazard'. Of course, the day we flew it out of there - Other Things had begun which changed the world in ways we didn't think of when we started the whole project. I imagine there's now a whole bunch of commanders having soldiers show up looking for rifles that on paper are in Krasnodar, but are actually guarding someone's Ganymede freehold."
"Russian supply depot commanders were a Godsend to Great Justice. We got Lun just by paying a scrapyard to pay a base commander to write it off as 'sunk due to lack of maintenance and destroyed as a navigation hazard'. Of course, the day we flew it out of there - Other Things had begun which changed the world in ways we didn't think of when we started the whole project. I imagine there's now a whole bunch of commanders having soldiers show up looking for rifles that on paper are in Krasnodar, but are actually guarding someone's Ganymede freehold."
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.