BALA-AMIN: Living in a bustling galactic culture, it's easy to assume things will just keep growing.
BALA-AMIN: But what if they won't? What if the extinctions that lie behind us are somehow scheduled to repeat themselves?
BALA-AMIN: Suppose they lie in front of us, ready to wipe the slate clean for the next galactic civilization.
How do we defend against that?
LANDON: Show me what to kill, ma'am. I'll take care of it.
BALA-AMIN: Your timing is the very oxide of irony. I was just getting to that bit.