Narrator: Aboard the U.N.S. Embassy Vessel Terra Firmator. . .
Haban II: Odd. It looks almost as if the Morokweng started to shred us, and then changed its mind. Colonel Kerchak is sweeping for casualties. so far we've been lucky.
Admiral Breya: There's no deck gravity, but it feels like we're moving.
Haban II: They're probably hauling us into a bay where they can number the pieces as they finish tearing us apart.
Ambassador Breya: That naked optimism is one of the things I love most about you.
Haban II: I live for your subtle sarcasm.