Narrator: The mercenary transport Serial Peacemaker is readied for departure from Sol system. . .
Ennesby: All four annie plants are back on-line, sir.
Tagon: Have you run a headcount yet?
Ennesby: All officers and crew are aboard, except for Commander Doythaban.
Tagon: I wish there'd been some way to keep him out of the hands of the U.N.S. military.
Ennesby: We're all going to miss him, Captain.
Ennesby: I still owe him about a dozen more checkmates.
Tagon: Hey, you've been upgraded enough that you could probably take on Petey and win.
Tagon: *sigh* ...

I miss Petey, too.
Tagon: And not just because he was a giant warship.
Ennesby: Giant? Yes. Big enough to get us out of this mess? No.
Tagon: You're right. Even he couldn't have stood up to the Tunguska. They'd have still been able to threaten us with destruction in order to arrest Doythaban.
Ennesby: Well, yeah. That too.
Tagon: When you said "This mess," Did you mean a new mess?
Ennesby: I think it's more like an extension of the old mess.
Ennesby: The Tunguska has us tractor-bubbled. I could try to bust through, but they could easily gravy us before we got clear.
Ennesby: The good news is they haven't opened fire yet.
Tagon: I need to talk to Kevyn about this new hardware of yours. I liked the puns better than the optimism.