NARRATOR: Eina-Afa, outside an overgrown, burning transit spoke, 1000km above the surface...
TAGON: As much as I'm enjoying watching you squirm as we admire your handiwork, there is a mission on.
TAGON: We're being paid to hunt scary flying things, and we have a lot of sky to cover so let's get on with it.
ENNESBY: "A lot of sky to cover" doesn't begin to describe the magnitude of our hunt, Captain.
Earth's troposphere -- the breathable, flyable part of the "air" -- averages eleven kilometers in depth.
We've got about thirty-five hundred kilometers of that here.
That's over three hundred times Earth's atmospheric depth, and the line-of-sight we were promised is obscured by hundreds of layers of clouds and haze.
Without a proper array of scopes we could hunt for years and never find these "scary flying things."
SCHLOCK: That looks pretty scary.