T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the universe not a creature was stirring, not even an Eater.
The stockings were hung by the hot air exhaust recycler with care, in hopes that St. Fleegersol would soon be there.
The hatchlings were nestled all snug in their nests, while visions of sweetened non-fat desert substitute danced in their heads...
The human's Emperor slept restlessly, with visions of distant war hovering ever nearer...
The ASR's Chief Executive Officer slept the deep sleep of the righteous, secure in the knowledge that cloaked monitors are the best defense...
The Atong Union's Chief Councilor dreamt dreams of ancient artifacts and wondrous power...
The Axon Prophet dreamed of fire and death to unbelievers, as he did every night...
The Eaters, of course, didn't dream, all except for one tiny little Eater on a distant planet, whose brain had grown three sizes that night. He dreamt dreams of conquest, until he was eaten because he wasn't paying attention to his work...
To all the fans and readers of the Phoenix Campaign, Merry Christmas and Happy holidays!
Kurt and the entire Phoenix Campaign production crew!
