Narrator:And so General Kerchak put on some pants and got on the comm. . .
Kerchak:Hey, Mikhail. . . You wanna make some money helping out an old friend?
Narrator:Seven hundred forty hours and thirty-two minutes earlier (and twenty-six thousand light-years away. . .*)
Narrator:The mercenary warship Touch-And-Go. . .
Narrator:This is what it looks like when a warship limps.
Ennesby:Captain, the unifield feeds from the forward annie are wobbling. We have got to slow down.
Captain Tagon:Okay, cut speed, but get those feeds tuned up!
Ennesby:This is not a tuning problem, sir. This is structural. We knocked something loose back there in Credomar.
Captain Tagon:You told me we were good to go, Ennesby!
Ennesby:Well, I guess I was wrong then. Maybe TAG could have spotted this before we left. I don't know the guts of this ship like he did.
Captain Tagon:Kevyn! We've got feed problems in the Forward Blade!
Kevyn:I know that! Chisulo, hold that accumulator down! I can see the cont--
Ennesby:Blade comms are down. Feeds are offline. Looking for the problem now. . .
Captain Tagon:The problem is right out the window, Ennesby.
Ennesby:I told you we were going too fast.
Narrator:This is what it looks like when a warship has the structural equivalent of advanced leprosy. . .