Sunday 14 October 2001

Narrator: Exiled admiral Breya takes a side trip...

Breya: Haban, I want power armor, in case I have to brawl like that again any time soon. I think Tagon has my Valkyrie suit aboard his transport.

Haban II: I've re-frozen all but one of the prisoners, and I code-locked the freezer this time. Oh, and that cab-driver is coming round.

Breya: Fine. I should be back in a few hours. Tell him i'll pay him for the engine time and for the lump on his head.

Haban II: That was some pretty quick work on your part admiral. Thanks.

Breya: You weren't too bad yourself, Haban.

Narrator: There's a story in there that we just don't have time for. Oh well...

Narrator: Meanwhile, aboard the Princess Tyola...

Nick: Crap.

Bunni: No kidding, Nick. Your armor saved your life, but only just barely.

Schlock: I'm just glad those beetle things weren't any bigger.

Brad: I hate bugs.

Shep: 'specially bugs that c'n rip through armor like that.

Tagon: Schlock, Take your team and start a sweep, and I don't have to tell you to try and engage at longer ranges this time.

Thom: Doc! Pop two lids! Captain, They took bob and sergeant shodan down. These things go right through armor!

Tagon: That's a bigger claw than schlock's team brought in.

Thom: I swear, those things look like something a can-opener sired on a giant beetle.

Tagon: And they're still growing.

Narrator: I'm never going to look at can-openers the same way again.