NARRATOR: Cynthetic Certainty...
TAGON: Lieutenant. Did we learn anything new?
CHELLE: We learned that Bosun Vaal is very smart.
CHELLE: We checked out the ice deformations. Jozagle's Purse definitely gravied itself before detonating. Everything useful is gone.
MAC: *distressed* Aaaugh! I can't put weight on it.
TAGON: And what's all that about?
CHELLE: We also learned that not all ice is created equal.
CHELLE: Mac's boot heaters run hotter than ours, for flexibility. He stepped onto a field of methane ice and set it off.
TAGON: Set it off how? Liquid methane doesn't burn well. Especially with no air.
CHELLE: The ice melted, and then boiled. Spouts of liquid methane and methane gas absorbed Mac's heat faster than his heaters could replenish it.
CHELLE: Then a heater failed, and the screaming began.
MAC: Frostbite Forty-K!
I'm going to lose my leg!
NEEKA: You will not lose any of your legs, Corporal.
MAC: My left foot... I can't feel it at all.
NEEKA: Nothing bad.
Local anaesthetic.
Simple meatfixing.
TAGON: Neeka, you just cut Corporal M'Conger's foot off.
NEEKA: Repair is simpler with it detached. I do intend to put it back.
MAC: *screaming* WAAAUGH!
THAT'S MY FOOT!
MAC: PUT IT BACK! PUT IT BAAAACK!
NEEKA: Elevated patient stress...
Problematic.
Now I must anaesthetize the entire monkey.