Okay. Here's the scenerio. I saw a movie, and one small line made me come up
with an interesting idea, which will go in my story. Here's the passage

Major: Did you bring the gun?"
Mercenary.: Yeah. But what the hell are we looking for? Battleships?

Now: here's my little fanfic on it ^_^

	Klayton picked up the phone.
	"Get me Major John Hanton," he ordered to his secratery.
	"Yes sir," came the reply. Five minutes later he was on the phone.
	"John! How are you!"
	"I'm fine. What did you call for?" Klayton sat upright.
	"I need a gun."
	"What size."
	"The biggest fucking thing you can find."
	"Seventy- five?"
	"Footer?"
	"Jesus. Yeah, seventy five footer.  Remember Trevorker still has those
things aimed at Centaur."
What the-"
	"I don't want any sissy- laser cannons either."
	"Who in his right mind would diss an energy complex weapon."
	"Me."
	"What the Fuc-"
	"I'll explain later. Get it down to Centaur as quickly as possible."
	"You serious?"
	"You bet I'm serious. I have a plan."
	"Alright."

	"I'm here," said John. Klayton shook his head in dismay.
	"Go back to Trevork!," he yelled. "And this time bring the God Dammned
weapon with you!"

	"What in the name of Centaur is he going to do with a Cannon of that size?"
Victoria envisioned Klayton's flagship, the cannon strapped underneith,
or his Personal Commander, the thing as a shoulder cannon.
	"I have no idea." Klayton walked in, cape flowing.
	"The cannon is here."
	"So I see. What are you planning to do with it?"
	"All in due time. C'mon."

	The seventy five foot caliber projectile cannon moved at almost a quarter of
a mile an hour.
	"Klyton," said John, walking up to him.
	"Ah," said Klayton, rubbing his hands, as Victoria, Tiffanie, and Alisha
stared at the weapon. "You brought it."
	"Yeah, I brought it. What the hell are you hunting? Battleships?"
	"Ummm," said Klayton, growing embarressed. "Yeah!" Victoria overheard and
smiled. She now knew what his plan was.
	"Battleships? There aren't any left."
	"Yamato."
	"I was told that was destroyed." Klayton laughed nervously and smoothed his
blue hair.
	"Apparently that seems to be a rumor." John shook his head.
	"Now. What about the payment. Seven hundred and fifty billion dollars."
	"I'll give you a Zanque class Dreadnought."
	"One?"
	"A fleet."
	"Sold."