NARRATOR: Meanwhile, at the Parnassus Dom shipyard near the galactic core...
PETEY: She took a real pounding.
TAGON: We rammed a battleplate.
PETEY: She soaked up fire from point defenses on the way in, on the way through, and even on the way back out.
TAGON: I was there for that. How long to fix her?
PETEY: Your A.I. ran the annies too hot. She pretty much gutted them keeping your shields up.
TAGON: You're trying to soften me up for the bad news. Stop it.
PETEY: Neither of your primary annies will deliver more than ten percent of their rated output.
TAGON: So the news is really bad. Let's hear it.
PETEY: Adding insult to injury, a lot of energy still got through. The hull is denatured in key points, amorphous layers have crystallized, crystalline layers have softened...
PETEY: And then there's the fact that the entire A.I. bus is gone.
TAGON: I'm sorry. When I said "Let's hear it" I meant *shouting* "TELL ME HOW MUCH IT WILL COST AND HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE."
PETEY: It will cost the price of a new ship, and it will take as long as it takes you to go shopping.
TAGON: Yes, but how much to fix it?
PETEY: You're using the word "fix." In this context, you want the word "recycle."