NARRATOR: Meanwhile, in an ancient star system...
DAGGERMOTHER: Technologically refined material in a debris ring...
DAGGERMOTHER: No stellar enclosure.
PILOT: These are the only coordinates we have, Daggermother.
DAGGERMOTHER: A ruined system. They sent me a message.
DAGGERMOTHER: "This is why we keep secrets."
PILOT: I think it says "Ha! We got to your vault. Ka-ching!"
DAGGERMOTHER: They were not "ka-ching" people.