Sunday August 7, 2005
Book 7: Emperor Pius Dei — Part I: Big Schlock, Little Schlock, What Begins With Schlock?
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Narrator: Commander Andreyasn finally catches on. . .
Kevyn: Captain, I've found us a ship, but we have to. . .
Kevyn: What happened to you?
Captain Tagon: I don't know. I think I blacked out, and cracked my chin on the desk.
Kevyn: Well, you don't have time for convalescence right now. We have sixteen hours to get back to Ystre and lift the Integrity into orbit.
Captain Tagon: The Integrity? Isn't that Colonel Pranger's ship?
Kevyn: Not anymore. A Ystreben Judge just granted us salvage rights, but we have to hurry.
Captain Tagon: Thurl! Roust the officers and get 'em in here!
Captain Tagon: Ungh. Crap on a crutch.
Kevyn: You okay, Tagon?
Captain Tagon: No. I'm probably going to die.
Captain Tagon: I've got troops to brief, and it hurts to yell.
Kevyn: Sounds imminently fatal to me.
Thurl: Sir, the Officers Corps is assembled, but we're in muftis.
Captain Tagon: Muftis? There's not enough fabric in those to make one mufti.
Kevyn: Just yell a lot. I'm told that pain can be a very effective distraction.