Sunday August 7, 2005


Book 7: Emperor Pius Dei
Part I: Big Schlock, Little Schlock, What Begins With Schlock?

Transcript

Narrator:Commander Andreyasn finally catches on. . .
Kevyn:Captain, I've found us a ship, but we have to. . .
Kevyn:What happened to you?
Captain Tagon:I don't know. I think I blacked out, and cracked my chin on the desk.
Kevyn:Well, you don't have time for convalescence right now. We have sixteen hours to get back to Ystre and lift the Integrity into orbit.
Captain Tagon:The Integrity? Isn't that Colonel Pranger's ship?
Kevyn:Not anymore. A Ystreben Judge just granted us salvage rights, but we have to hurry.
Captain Tagon:Thurl! Roust the officers and get 'em in here!
Captain Tagon:Ungh. Crap on a crutch.
Kevyn:You okay, Tagon?
Captain Tagon:No. I'm probably going to die.
Captain Tagon:I've got troops to brief, and it hurts to yell.
Kevyn:Sounds imminently fatal to me.
Thurl:Sir, the Officers Corps is assembled, but we're in muftis.
Captain Tagon:Muftis? There's not enough fabric in those to make one mufti.
Kevyn:Just yell a lot. I'm told that pain can be a very effective distraction.