Sunday 21 September 2008

Narrator: Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go, currently in a stationkeeping (and rubbernecking) orbit around the Credomar habitat.

Ennesby: No biosphere breach. The outgassing was from bulkhead passages, now sealed.

Massey: Casualties?

Ennesby: Somewhere between zero and three hundred, depending on who's doing the counting. Call it "undetermined" for now.

Massey: It's time to wake the Captain.

Ennesby: No, it's not. What's he going to do that you can't?

Massey: I don't know. Couldn't we be deploying troops to help them with repairs?

Ennesby: It's Infracrat territory. They're broadcasting "stay out of our way" right now.

Massey: So we just do nothing, and let the Captain sleep through all this?

Ennesby: Right now there's nothing to do.

Massey: Except worry.

Ennesby: And you're good at that. Get busy.