HIOEFUA: You are enjoying fortune, Admiral.
Those attacking you? Their aggressions went not beyond cold-rending Mothership's engines.
FPHLESSCE: "Cold-rending?" Hmph.
FPHLESSCE: The primary annie was about to fail catastrophically. I ordered Engineering to vent it, but there wasn't time to get it done right.
HIOEFUA: Venting was wisdom. We are counting seventy-three of your crew surviving!
FPHLESSCE: Doublethrice. That number is too low by about two hundred.
HIOEFUA: It is being greater than zero by seventy-three.