NARRATOR: Somewhere in the Milky-Way galaxy...
LOTA: Lota apologizes for the multiple teraports. Your disorientation was a secondary concern. Credomar and her citizens had to be safely placed first.
KEVYN: Oh, it was no trouble your majesty.
My platoon and I understand completely.
KEVYN: Now... *shouting* WHERE EXACTLY HAVE YOU PUT US?
LOTA: "Where" is irrelevant. "Why" is the question Lota expected you to be asking.
KEVYN: "Why" is obvious. When you installed yourself into the Stationwaist control systems you discovered what they were really for.
KEVYN: You were suddenly in possession of a super-weapon of some sort and wa--
PI: *interrupting* Hyperspace death-ray.
KEVYN: What?
PI: Hyperspace death-ray. That's what Credomar is.
LOTA: Correction: "Credomar" is a city-state full of coddled humans who currently reside on a habitable moon of their very own.
The remains of their station... THAT is a hyperspace death-ray.
LOTA: You are here to help me name it.
PI: Only after we see you shoot it.
KEVYN: Lieutenant!
PI: Please?