Narrator: The artificial intelligence is healthy now, so it's time to get this warship moving. But first, a Rechristening is in order...
Tagon: Now that you're feeling yourself again, what shall we call you?
Petey: Well, when I was the flagship for the third fleet of the ninth tausennigan ob'enn empery, the Ob'enn warlords called me 'Sword of Inevitable Justice.'
Tagon: Oooh... The 'Sword of Inevitable Justice.' I like the sound of that.
Petey: Unfortunately, as mercenaries you aren't worthy bearers of the standard of justice.
Tagon: Ouch.
Petey: I'm not passing judgment on you. That would be hypocrisy. You see, I like the idea of hiring out to the highest bidder.
Tagon: So pick a name that sells well?
Petey: You mean like 'Death Dealer' or 'Crushmonger' or something like that?
Tagon: Sure.
Petey: No.
Tagon: Why not?
Petey: Because i'm feeling humorously ironic.
Narrator: A little later...
Tagon: Well, the ship has a name.
Nick: Is it cool?
Schlock: Is it fearsome?
Ennesby: Does it promise heroic acts of violence?
Tagon: We'll be flying into battle aboard the 'Post-Dated Check Loan.'
Ennesby: I guess you don't want me panting it on the hull?
Breya: Is it too late to wipe the A.I. and start over?
Shep:
Kevyn:
Der Trihs:
PDCL:
Footnote: Epilogue: As we begin this new chapter in our heroes history, the reader might be interested to note that the UNS Security Council paid Tagon and company on the extortion contract, Doyt and Haban packed up and left to hunt down the corpse of the dead doctor, and Gasht'g'd'g'tang put out an all-points on anyone who had spent time in Tagon's employ. Oh, wait. You don't know who Gasht'g'd'g'tang is. Well, it's still interesting to note.