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I come from the net.

I search through systems, peoples, and cities for this bright

Bob, my friend.

My format?

I have no format.

I am a renegade, lost in the web.

Unknown. In all my trips to the web, I've never come across a race quite like

this. Our sensors read smooth sailing ahead.

Do you think we've scared them all?

Not likely.

They're out there.

Somewhere.

Well, if it's a fight they want, it's a fight they'll get.

Matrix, you better go see your lass.

I'm afraid she's taken a turn for the worse.

Well?

She's not going to make it.

Unless we restore her energy and repair her code.

What about you, Surfer? I thought the web was your digital domain.

Isn't there anything you can do?

If there was, don't you think I would have done it by now?

Then think of something. We can't just let Andrea be deleted.

No fight here.

No stress, princess.

Everything's online.

Look, I understand your frustration.

I really do.

But your fight ain't with me.

It's with whoever drove that beastie away.

Listen, I'm not doing any good around here.

I'm going to see if I can't get a fix on the web creature that bit her.

Oh, my fault.

If I hadn't been so jealous, I would have been there to protect you.

Now I could lose you forever.

Scurvy sea -drives, you'd best be working faster if you've a mind to

this voyage.

Mr. Norton, unlimber the deck -guns.

Stalkins, trim the topsoil. On it, sir.

Keep an eye on the surfer. I want this vessel ship -shaped for whatever might

cross our path.

Captain Capacitor, sir, I'm a little concerned, sir.

Aye, Mr.

Christopher. And what be your problem now?

Well, this voyage, sir, it isn't netting us one single bite of profit.

We'll return to the net poor as bit mice.

Aye, lad, perhaps so.

But there be other reasons to set sail besides profit.

Dead to a friend for one.

Sometimes doing the right thing, lads, is worth more than all the booty a swab

can carry.

Be I making myself clear, lad?

I... I think so, sir.

But how am I supposed to enter that into the ledger?

It won't cure her.

But it'll buy her some time.

Might work.

Might hurt.

Do you think I care? Throw the switch.

Turn three degrees to port and come to a stop, Mr. Andrew.

We're away from the thermic yard.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Arr, sir.

The surfer is exiting the storm.

What? Already?

Yes, Captain.

And he's not...

He's trying to tell us something.

Open the running hatch!

Yee -haw, the lad!

Open the blasted hatch, now!

Come on, Captain.

Come on.

And he's out cold, sir.

Now let's show these brigands what it means to lock swords with the crew of

saucy mare.

Open fire!

fighting! You

stay.

I fight!

Perhaps you could go down and extend an invitation to Mr.

Matrix to join our little soiree.

Yes, sir.

Matrix, the captain needs you. We're under attack.

But Andrea... Keep firing!

Give them all you've got!

you got here.

Multiple target acquisition.

Stubby Stubby Slick It Off!

You done well,

lad. Bob would be proud.

Bob?

I wonder if he ran into these riders as well.

You gotta be kidding me.

Brace yourselves, lads. We've been looking for that pod, but it looks like

found us.

Mr. Andrew, hard starboard.

I'll put your back into it.

yourselves for impact.

Yeah!

Hang up!

degraded sprites.

Who's this bloke?

It's Andrea.

Please, somebody help her. I can give no more.

By the Code Matrix, you can't be meaning to let that scurvy dog...

Gavin! Gavin, he's here to help.

We've found you.

You just can't talk in these things.

Whoa! I think you're a little too big for that.