Sigma stood still, a serious frown in her face. And there was he, the XO, Lorenzo, with a sweet, delicious sundae. Sundae. Sundae...

[i][b]WELCOME TO SUNDAE LAND![/b][/i]
[i]The big whipped cream mound felt squishy to the touch. Sigma took a scoop out of it and stuffed it in her mouth as she then entered the wafer boat on the liquid chocolate river... The cherry sun was shining brightly, and flocks of caramel nut birds squawked...[/i]

[i]Focus, Sigma![/i] The pilot managed to get a grip forcefully. She was drooling out of her mouth. How unbecoming of her. Quickly wiping her sleeve, she noticed Elora trembling before Lorenzo's harsh words. She had known she was as squittish as a squirrel, and this situation wasn't really helping. Although, it all had been her idea, so it was her [i]own[/i] fault, rather than Elora's. She nevertheless reached for Elora's shoulder, and gave her a tap. Perhaps this kind of physical contact would help her? She wasn't sure.

After chewing assorted pilots, it was finally Sigma's turn. Having been used to chewing, she took it in stride, placing a hand in his chin while he did so. She disregarded the amusement and veiled condescendence of Lorenzo to try and figure out what he was saying. [i]What did I do wrong? Sure, my plans came to ash and I decided to throw the battle at some point to earn some comrades, but this jerk's hinting, that somehow, my foundations were wrong. Perhaps maybe I should've just used the fellow pilots and throw their lives for achieving a goal? I don't know. I really need to rethink and undo all the steps I've made up until this point."[/i] Sigma breathed deep.

[i]I still need to bake the cake I promised though.[/i] Her eyes wandered to the Lt for the briefest of moment. [i]Perhaps I should try inviting her too? Because Lorenzo is a no go in this case.[/i]

Sigma stood still and composed, and then raised her hand. [b]"What was the fatal flaw in the foundations of my reasoning?"[/b]