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Zen: | Liberator is stationary and is stabilized in an anti-orbital posture. |
Vila: | Whatever that means. |
Blake: | It means that we got it right. |
Jenna: | Together we can fly this ship manually. |
Gan: | I think we make a good team. |
Avon: | Well, hurray for us. |
Vila: | What's eating you now? |
Avon: | I'm just wondering how long we're going to live to enjoy our new-found skills. |
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Gan: | At least we know we can outrun them. |
Vila: | Outrun them? In this, we can out stroll them. |
Avon: | Don't get too relaxed about it. They'll keep on coming. |
Vila: | We have the whole universe to hide in. |
Blake: | Except that we're not going to hide. Very soon now the federation ships will know exactly where we are. Or at least where we've been. |
Vila: | I don't follow you. |
Avon: | Oh, but you do. And that's the problem. |
Blake: | Up until now we've only been a minor irritation to the federation. I think it's about time we hurt them. |
Jenna: | I don't like the sound of that. |
Avon: | Neither do I. I thought it was agreed we wouldn't do anything without discussing it thoroughly. |
Blake: | It was also agreed that anybody could opt out at any time. Just tell me when you want to leave. |
Avon: | Oh, I will. But in the meantime, I think we have a right to know what it is you're planning. |
Blake: | Zen, set a course for Saurian Major. Speed standard by two. |
Zen: | Speed and course confirmed. |
Avon: | That falls a little short of my idea of a thorough discussion. |
Gan: | We can talk and travel. We're safer on the move. |
Avon: | Another one who is prepared to let Blake do his thinking for him |
Blake: | ENOUGH, AVON! |
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Blake: | Destroy that and you blind, deafen and silence them. That's what we're going to do. |
Avon: | A blow for freedom. |
Gan: | Yes, our freedom. For a clever person you're not very bright. Deaf, dumb and blind how are they going to catch us? |
Avon: | I'm sure Blake will manage it somehow. |
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. | [A chance encounter with a floating derelict craft results in Blake and Jenna teleporting into the small ship to check it out.] |
Blake: | Let's see just how precise you can be. [about to be teleported into a small space] |
Avon: | Are you sure you can trust me? |
Blake: | As long as we're useful to each other. [to Jenna] We'll keep the voice channels open. [to Avon] All set? |
Avon: | Ready. |
Blake: | Sure? |
Avon: | As I'll ever be. [no sarcasm] |
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. | [When the teleport controls burn out, Avon is forced to guide Liberator to scoop up the small ship.] |
Blake: | Our air is running out. |
Avon: | Yes, I was afraid of that. [quietly] How long? |
Blake: | Minutes. Get Zen to maneuver the ship round and bring the entire projectile on board. |
Avon: | I'd already thought of that. Zen refuses to do it. |
Blake: | Then you'll have to. [hard] |
Avon: | That's very chancey, Blake. If Liberator so much as nudges that ship... |
Blake: | Then you'd better get it right. |
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Blake: | Thank you. |
Avon: | [nods] Glad to be of help. [said simply] |
Jenna: | You don't sound too sure about that. Thanks anyway. Nice flying. |
Avon: | [walks past her in disgust] |
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. | [Blake is making a raid on a federation establishment.] |
Zen: | Liberator is now in stationery orbit 1000 spatials from the surface of Saurian Major. |
Blake: | Then it's time we went. Vila, I shall want you down there with me. |
Vila: | Right. [reluctantly] |
Blake: | Bring your bag of tricks. Avon. |
Avon: | Isn't he enough? |
Blake: | Their detectors are concentrated on neutral space. We came in from federation territory. They won't have spotted us yet. But they will sooner or later. And I can do what has to be done faster with your help. |
Avon: | No doubt. |
Blake: | Jenna will teleport us down. |
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Jenna: | No sign of pursuit ships yet. |
Gan: | They'll find us, sooner or later. |
Jenna: | And then we'll fight. |
Gan: | Yes. |
Jenna: | I keep wondering whether it would be better to opt out of all this, find a safe planet. Hide. |
Gan: | They'll soon find you. |
Jenna: | I suppose. |
Gan: | But if you wanted to leave, you know Blake wouldn't try to stop you. |
Jenna: | No. I know. What about you, are you going to stick with him? |
Gan: | I have to. I want to stay alive, and to do that I need people I can rely on. I can't be on my own. |
Jenna: | What do you mean? Gan? |
Gan: | I killed a security guard. They said it was murder but he had a gun. I was unarmed. You see, he killed my woman. |
Jenna: | That must be terrible. |
Gan: | I'm sorry. My headaches. I'll be alright in a little while. |
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. | [While looking for another revolutionary group, Blake is found and attacked by Cally, a telepathic survivor of the rebel group.] |
Cally: | I plan to raid the complex. To destroy until I am destroyed. |
Blake: | Well, our aim's the same but I'm not planning a suicide mission. |
Vila: | I hope not. |
Cally: | He fears death? |
Vila: | I plan to live forever, or die trying. |
Blake: | If you can get us inside that complex, we'll provide all the destruction you want, and still get out safely. |
Avon: | Or die trying. |
Cally: | I will guide you. |
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Cally: | [You have my thanks.] |
Blake: | Pleasure. Do you wish to return to Auron? |
Cally: | I cannot return to my people. I have failed. |
Blake: | Then stay with us. |
Cally: | Thank you. |
Jenna: | What are we going to do about the projectile. |
Blake: | Dump it in deep space. |
Jenna: | Thanks a lot. |
Gan: | I don't like the sound of that. It's murder. |
Avon: | Would you rather it was hooked back into the power system. You heard Zen. A single cell from those genetic banks can be incubated into a fully grown adult in 1.6 minutes. |
Vila: | We could be up to our armpits in homicidal maniacs within the hour. |
Blake: | Maybe that's why Zen was so uncooperative. |
Jenna: | Seems to me it should have taught us something - something about the wisdom involved in bringing aliens aboard. [nasty look at Cally] |
Blake: | Seven of us can run this ship properly. |
Vila: | Six surely. |
Blake: | You forgot Zen. |
Avon: | You're not counting that machine as a member of the crew. |
Blake: | Oh, what do you say to that, Zen? |
Zen: | Please state course and speed. |
Blake: | Very diplomatic. |
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