NARRATOR: Bristlecone, deep in the stub of a godwall mausoleum...
ELF: This spar is full, Bhuta. Start queuing those up on the starboard side.
BHUTA: Aye, Commander.
ELF: Captain, we're about twenty minutes from done.
TAGON: Thirty. Kath suggested we rig exterior lights. Hotages don't do us any good if the enemy doesn't know we have them.
KEVYN: I still don't like this plan, Tagon.
TAGON: Kevyn, the enemy is afraid of collateral damage.
They don't want to fight in here. If we bring enough "in here" with us out there we'll be safe.
KEVYN: We can carry maybe a hundred of those cylinders. Thousands of them were destroyed in the first wave of explosions.
TAGON: Yes, but I'm betting those cylinders had ingots in them, not inscribed foil.
High-res scans show blank caps nearer our entry. The inscribed caps start right about where we were when the shooting stopped.
KEVYN: I understand the logic, but you're betting our lives on that interpretation of the data.
TAGON: Well, yes.
I'm always betting our lives. It's how my job goes.
KEVYN: I want to look at all of the enemy's cards, and then re-order the entire deck.
TAGON: That is also how my job goes.