NARRATOR: Command Deck, Bristlecone...
TAGON: How long until the missile pods are reloaded?
BRISTLECONE: I can't do it myself. My reloaders were suborned and subsequently re-assigned to a crime syndicate on Haven Hive.
TAGON: Shodan! The missile pods need to be reloaded manually. Grab Pi, 'Chelle, and however many idle hands you need.
SHODAN: Steep learning curve, sir. How soon do you want this done?
TAGON: Before the next attack. No, I don't know when that is.
KATHRYN: Captain, that last attack was very energetic. The station might be less likely to engage in that manner if we're closer to the biosphere.
TAGON: Good thinking. I'll take those odds.
Bristlecone! Dive. Get us close to the surface, and keep us under cloud cover.
SFX: BOOO∞OOOM
BRISTLECONE: Descending at Mach 8, sir.
TAGON: Our goal is still the east end of the station.
BRISTLECONE: Understood.
SHODAN: Extra-vehicular operations in an atmospheric environment at hypersonic speeds...
'CHELLE: ... loading high-energy munitions into antiquated weapon pods ...
I'm pretty sure none of us have done anything like this before.
PI: *shouting* Sir! I volunteer to go first, sir!