NARRATOR: Urtheep Industries office complex...
DAGGERMOTHER: Commodore, my forces are not in place for expeditious deployment.
NARRATOR: The mercenary flagship Breath Weapon...
CDRE TAGON: We can help, but we're at least two hours from being in a useful place.
DAGGERMOTHER: Can you do bay-to-bay troop teraport? I will open an exclusion, and drop your forces right on top of my current problem.
EBBY: My platoon can be there in two minutes, Commodore.
DAGGERMOTHER: My forces can do two minutes. Can you teraport a combat-ready force to our Returns Dock now?
IAFA: That dock is not large, but we do have a vessel that will fit.
DAGGERMOTHER: I need boots, not boats.
CDRE TAGON: Will you accept a can of whoop-ass?
DAGGERMOTHER: Hmph.
That expression intrigues me.
You're authorized for teraport.
Now describe this "can" thing.
NARRATOR: Urtheep Industries Returns Dock...
CDRE TAGON: It might need to be shaken for about ten seconds first.
CINDY: Wake up, Captain.
We're in combat.