Sunday 7 August 2005

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.