Sunday, June 11, 2006



Transcript for Sunday, June 11, 2006
Narrator: The brig, in the forward blade of the Mercenary Warship Touch-and-Go. . .
Captain Tagon: Each cell is independently suspended, and is only accessible through a retractable docking clamp.
Captain Tagon: Once this "drawbridge" has been pulled back, the cell door only opens into hard vacuum.
Captain Tagon: The vacuum is kept fresh through a set of vents in the hull. If cells are breached, their pressure quickly drops all the way to zero.
Detective Fitzsimmons: It sounds very secure, Captain.
Detective Fitzsimmons: I'd be more enthusiastic if you weren't putting me into it.
Captain Tagon: Relax. We'll find a commercial transport and send you all home just as soon as we know we've evaded pursuit.
Captain Tagon: Your cells are comfortable, and you can even watch TV. Although not Reality TV. . . That appears to be gone now.
Detective Fitzsimmons: We know you had something to do with that, Captain.
Captain Tagon: That's nice. Good night, Detective.
TAG: Captain, you'd better get up here. The Popigai is calling.
Captain Tagon: Uh-oh. Did they track us through that anonymous relay?
TAG: Maybe. But right now they are tracking us visually.


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