Mandau Pride is low on ammunition., Harper feeling Magogophobic, Rev Bem’s fallen angels

Captain Dylan Hunt, Tyr Anasazi, Kiyama(Ian Marsh), Rommie, Seamus Harper, Captain Beka Valentine and Rev Bem : Exit Strategies Complete collection here: “The soul is larger than the sky Deeper than the ocean, Or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center.“ Enoch Vere de Vere. “Lamentations Sous-terre“, CY 9734 Captain Hunt: This way! Follow the trees! Tyr Anasazi: They’re low on ammunition. Kiyama: Tyr Anasazi! We know you’re out there. Give up. Maybe we’ll let you live. Get him! Captain Hunt: Anything you want to tell me? Tyr Anasazi: No, not particularly. Captain Hunt: We’ll save the conversation for later. Rommie: I thought you were supposed to be working in the engine room. Seamus Harper: I know, I know. All right, fine. It was kind of you and Trance to exempt me from clean up. Thank you very much. You can go now. Rommie: Harper, I need you in there. I think there might be a leak in one of the AP transfer lines. I’ve shut them all down, but there’s too much rad interference for me to find the leak. Seamus Harper: Oh, a ruptured transfer line. Rommie: Yes, Harper. I need you to find the leak before the mag bottles start to overload. Seamus Harper: Look! I can’t go in there, all right? I, I can’t deal with being in the engine room, or anywhere else where I was attacked. It stinks like Magog and I feel a little Magogophobic, okay? Don’t look at me like that, Rommie. I can’t! I want to help. I want to fix the ship. I just, I can’t. Captain Hunt: We lost them about a kilometer away. Tyr Anasazi: If they don’t follow your tree markings back here. Captain Hunt: Well, I ran out of bread crumbs. Beka Valentine: Overshot by over a hundred meters. At least they’re bad shots. Captain Hunt: It may not matter. Sinkholes. The bedrock in this area’s unstable, and if they keep shelling us, it could... Captain Hunt: Beka. Beka Valentine: Oh. I didn’t think you went in for hugs. Captain Hunt: Oh, I, er, I love hugs. It’s the kissing that freaks me out. Rev Bem: I realize we are all fallen angels, but twice in one day? Captain Hunt: Tyr, status. Tyr Anasazi: This entire area is riddled with tunnels. Captain Hunt: Must be an old mining planet. Beka Valentine: How far down are we? Rev Bem: 73 meters below the surface. Beka Valentine: It’s okay, baby. You’ll be all right. Captain Hunt:: Let’s spread out and inspect the damage. Rev Bem: Considerable damage in the aft section. Beka Valentine: Great. Captain Hunt: Come on, we’re not dead yet. Tyr Anasazi: I have a suggestion. Assuming the Nietzscheans are still looking for us. Captain Hunt: You mean looking for you. Like I said, a conversation for later. What’s your plan? Tyr Anasazi: We lure them to The Maru. We blow it up. They’re dead. We commandeer their ships to get home. Captain Hunt: Beka? Beka Valentine: No one’s blowing up my ship. Captain Hunt: Tyr? Tyr Anasazi: It is precisely because this ship is perceived as our only means of escape that it makes the perfect trap. Beka Valentine: No! I don’t care if The Maru is buried beneath a thousand kilometers of rubble, or roasting in the heart of a sun, or up on blocks in the Imperial Museum of Tarn-Vedra. No one’s blowing up my ship. Tyr Anasazi: How would you propose to get us home? Beka Valentine: This is my home. It was my home before I met you, it’s my home now, and when the Andromeda has been blown to hell by the Magog, and each and every one of you is dead, it’ll still be my home. Sorry, that was a bit much. Captain Hunt: No, no. It’s, er, it’s okay. I’d be upset if someone suggested blowing up the Andromeda. Maybe there’s an alternative. I mean, we’re inside a system of mining tunnels, so let’s see what’s out there. __________________________________________________________________ (Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for “fair use“ for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.)