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Lochley, go.

'We've got something
on the long-range'

'hyperspace probes, captain.'

- Is it them?
- 'Could be.'

'They destroyed the probe before
we could get much information.'

On my way.

'System data sweep in progress.'

Anything else
on the scanners?

Not yet. They're at
maximum range as it is.

Keep scanning.

Alright, people,
we don't have confirmation yet

but this may be the Scout Fleet
the Gaim warned us about.

Apparently, they're the advanced
wing of a hostile alien force

that's scouting out this sector
for likely worlds to invade.

For likely read
soft and vulnerable.

'Our task is to make sure
they either don't leave here'

'or they leave convinced that we
are neither soft nor vulnerable'

and way too much
trouble to invade.

We win this battle,
they go away

we save ourselves a great deal
of trouble in the future.

We lose, this'll get
a hell of a lot worse.

Let's get ready.

I want all civilian traffic
moved out of the area.

President Sheridan
been notified yet?

As soon as we got the signal.

I want a life pod set aside
for him and Delenn

in case things
get out of control.

He won't leave.
Neither will Delenn.

Oh, leave that to me.
I'll talk to them.

If I have to personally knock
them out and stick them in a pod

I'll do it.
Just get it ready.

Aye, captain.

Captain Lochley
to Cobra Bays.

'Launch defensive wing
number one.'

'I confirm we are
on standby for red alert.'

'Repeat, we are now
on standby for red alert.'

'Come on, let's go!, let's go!
pick it up, move it!'

'...on standby for red alert.
This is not a drill.'

'All stations commanders,
report to C&C.'

- Looks like another red alert.
- Yep.

Third one this month.

Seems like every week something
goes wrong around here.

And we have to clean it up.

Never think about that part,
now do they?

No. Probably never even
crosses their minds.

You got that right.
Wonder what this one's about?

Don't know. Guess we'll
find out in a little bit.

And so it begins.

There is a hole in your mind.

What do you want?

No one here is exactly
what he appears.

Nothing's the same anymore.

Commander Sinclair
is being reassigned.

Why don't you eliminate
the entire Narn homeworld?

I see a great hand
reaching out of the stars.

President Clark signed a decree today declaring martial law..

These orders have forced us
to declare independence.

Unless your people get of their

encounter-suited butts
and do something.

You are the one who was.

If you go to Z'ha'dum,
you will die.

Why are you here?

Do you have anything
worth living for?

I think of my beautiful city
in flames.

Giants in the playground.

Now get the hell
out of our galaxy.

We are here to place
President Clark under arrest.

'Mr. President, I insist--'

You can insist
till your heart's content.

I am not leaving,
neither is Delenn.

Sir, we don't know what
we're getting into here.

We have no information
on the disposition

of the enemy forces

their weapons,
their relative strengths

and all the White Stars
are out on missions.

- They won't get back--
- I understand.

No, sir, I don't think you do.

Now my job is to protect
you and to protect this station.

- Not necessarily in that order.
- That part I understand.

I can't do my job
protecting the station

if I have to worry
about you two.

Just give me a little peace
of mind on the one front, sir.

That'll give me the freedom
to take care of all the rest.

'If our positions
were reversed..'

...what would you do?

The same.

So you will link up
to the life pod?

And we'll know your
whereabouts at all times?

I'll do what I can.

Mr. President, it's vital..

- You hear that, Bo?
- Yep.

That's why I like Sheridan.

Always have.

A lot of these bigwigs

ah, they're only worried about
protecting their own skin.

Sheridan, he's down in the
trenches with everybody else.

He is that. You know, one day
I was working Grey sector

and he came running after
this guy that stabbed Delenn.

You could see it in his eyes.
He was ready to kill this guy.

Anybody else would have just
let security take care of it.

But Sheridan chased him down
and put him down so hard

the guy didn't get up
for three days.

Oh, you've seen him and Delenn
together, right, huh?

Now that's true love,
my friend.

- You don't see that very often.
- Very true.

- He's a good man.
- Yep. Good man.

I heard he was dead once.

Yeah, well,
nobody's perfect, Bo.

Hey, Mack, can I
ask you a question?

Shoot.

What the hell are
these things for?

What do you mean?

I mean, what do they do?

Oh, what do you mean,
what do they do?

You run 'em along the floor
like this.

Okay. So what does it do?
It's not any cleaner.

I don't know.

Maybe it looks for cracks or
it does something to the metal

makes it stronger,
I don't know.

So you don't know
what it does either?

No.

Well..

- Guess it's time for lunch.
- Yep.

- What you got there?
- Hard salami.

Hey, hey, hey, hard salami?

How the hell did you get
hard salami up here?

- I know a guy.
- Yeah, well, well..

Introduce me sometime, okay?

I'm a little tired
of the same old, same old.

I'm a little desperate here.

I can tell.
What is that stuff?

Well, it's this spoo
everybody's talking about.

Oh, the Centauri love it.

Ten credits an ounce
if you can believe that.

And what's it taste like?

It's hard to say, Bo.

Um, kind of, um,
spoo-ish, I guess.

No. you're supposed
to say chicken.

- Huh?
- 'That's the joke.'

Whenever you eat something
strange and someone asks

what's it taste like,
you're supposed to say chicken.

- It's funny that way.
- It doesn't taste like chicken.

Okay.

- Okay, never mind.
- Want half?

- Trade you for the hard salami.
- I don't know--

Ah, come on, Bo, be a guy.

Oh, man.

This stuff is awful.

At ten credits an ounce
if you can believe that.

- The Centauri love it?
- Oh, they go nuts for it.

Man, no wonder their hair
stands straight up.

'All sectors.'

'Enemy scout ship
is on vector to jumpgate.'

'Now entering full red alert.'

'Maintenance, we need
someone in Medlab'

'and observation dome ASAP.'

- How's the salami?
- Tastes like chicken.

'Alright, listen up.'

I want everyone
that can be moved

cleared out of Medlabs 2 and 3.

Alright, we're gonna
need the space.

I want a prep for radiation
burns, exposure to space

uh, trauma, lacerations.

Oh, oh, come here.

We got problems
with the Isolab.

Alright, the console
is only giving us

standard atmosphere options.

Now we need to customize
the system on the fly.

System's probably locked up.

Give me two minutes and
I 'll get it back on line.

Thanks. Alright, listen up.

Check the protoblood stores

see what we have on hand.

I want all synthetics
on standby ready to adapt

to whatever comes in.
Alright? Let's go to work.

I just wish I knew what kind
of life forms we're in for.

Makes it kind of
hard to prepare.

Why?

Why what?

- Nothing. I didn't mean--
- No, no, no, no. Go ahead.

What were you saying?

It's just that why bother?

Whoever they are,
whatever they are

they're coming here
to kill us.

If I see one of 'em floppin'
on the deck, gasping for air

I'm gonna let him buy it.

Well, that's your choice.
I don't agree.

Why not?

You know, some days,
I wonder the same thing.

Sometimes it's like no one else
is playing by the rules

so why should we, right?

It does take it out of you
after a while, believe me.

Even so.

Now, see, the thing is I wasn't
always gonna be a doctor.

My father is career military
just like his dad

and his dad before him.

So it was just understood

that I would go the same way.

I even bought into it myself.

And then one day, I..

You remember what happened
to theAres?

Yeah, yeah, that was
right before the Dilgar War.

We got caught in the middle
of a civil war between

two midrange colonies.

Areswas shot down
and captured by enemy forces.

My father was first officer
on theAres.

And when that ship went down,
we were told that there wasn't

much chance
anybody would survive

or that any survivors would be
allowed to live by the enemy.

It took almost two months for
our forces to retake that base.

I remember watching ISN when
they opened up the enemy base

and three injured soldiers
came out.

One of them was my father.

'The base doctor
had kept him alive'

over the objections
of the CO because he believed

that life was sacred
and had to be preserved.

When I saw him walk out,
supported by the doctor

I knew right then that's what
I wanted to do with my life.

Of course, my father,
he wasn't too happy about it

but he always said

we had to go our own way.

So I did.

So when this is all over

I'll be out there looking
for anybody I can save

on our side or theirs,
because that's what I do.

That's what I would
want them to do for me..

...or for you.

So I, uh, need those
atmospherics back online.

- You'll have it.
- Alright.

- Hey, doc.
- Yeah?

So what happened to the doctor
that helped your dad?

Shot and killed
by his own men.

Said he was a traitor.

- What's the problem?
- I don't know.

It was working fine
a moment ago

and then the wiring
just shorted out.

- Yeah, let me take a look.
- Status?

We're working on the secondary
targeting console.

Primaries are still online.

We read three scout vessels
ahead of the main assault group.

Well, we can't let any of them
get back to the main group.

- Make sure that--
- 'Here they come.'

I can't get a lock.
They're going fast.

They're coming around.

Delta wing moving to intercept.

Defense grid, prepare to fire.

Defense grid, aye.
Primaries locking on.

Fire.

- 'Splash bogey one.'
- 'Target locked at bogey two.'

'Direct hit on bogey two.'

They're scanning us, trying to
access our defense information.

Scramble all the codes.

If we scramble the codes
we won't

be able to use the system--

If they download our codes

the main fleet can shut us down.

- Scramble those codes.
- Aye, captain.

Ah, there's your problem.

'She's making a run for it.'

All fighters, I want that ship.

'She's outrunning them.'

'Out of range
of the primary weapons system.'

- Ah, there you go.
- 'Secondary's back on line.'

Fire.

Yeah, that's your problem.

Had a bunch of these come in
on a food transport

about a year ago.

Always getting in the wiring.

Lieutenant, status?

Defense grid
fully operational, captain.

Good.

Because that was only
a taste of what's coming.

Just enough to soften us up
and scout out the area.

The rest of them
won't be far behind.

We're in serious guano
here, lieutenant.

Better alert the ambassadors

and go through emergency
evac procedures.

Understood.

While you do that,
I'm gonna go have

a little talk
with Mr. Garibaldi.

Hey, how'd it go?

- Another B15.
- In C&C?

Oh, man, we're gonna catch
hell for that one.

Damned crawlers
are all over the place.

- Can you hand me that R-12?
- Yeah.

So you get a chance
to see the new captain?

- Yeah.
- What do you think?

- Tastes like--
- Don't go there.

Okay.

Hey, one thing's for sure.

If I needed somebody
to watch my back in a fight

I'd pick her.
Oh, she's tough. She's smart.

I'm just glad she's on my side.

Yeah, maybe.

- 'What do you mean?'
- Nothing.

No, no, no, no, come on,
come on, come on, you said it.

Uh, you must have
meant somethin'.

- You just hear things, rumors.
- Like what?

Well, back when we were
fighting Earth

trying to get rid
of President Clark

scuttlebutt is she was on
the wrong side of the fight.

Yeah, well, so were
a lot of people.

A lot of them followed orders
because they had to.

And some of them followed them
because they wanted to.

- So what are you saying?
- I'm not saying anything.

You asked me what the rumor was
and I told you.

You shouldn't listen
to rumors, Bo.

This place is full of them.

Like, when Ivanova left, I..

Everywhere I turned, somebody
had an opinion on that one.

One guy said that she left
because she was heartbroken

over that guy, uh,
that guy, um, um--

- Marcus.
- Marcus. Right, right.

Then somebody else said
that she wanted a promotion.

Quit because she wasn't
getting paid enough money.

So which is it?

Ah, what difference
does it make?

That's the military life.
People come, people go.

It's nobody else's business.

If I shouldn't
listen to rumors

then why the hell did you ask me
to tell you what they were?

I just like to stay informed,
that's all.

Brown 9.

Oh, man, we got
Brown sector again?

I know. I know.

I thought Del Rey was working
Brown sector today.

Del Rey's down sick, he--

- Oh, damn it, captain.
- Blue 7.

I need all the information.

How the hell was
I supposed to know that

they could download
our tactical system?

You're supposed to be
head of covert intelligence.

Well, right now, I'm not seeing
a hell of a lot of intelligence

covert, overt or otherwise.

The Gaim didn't say anything
about that part.

- When his people got hit--
- Did you ask him?

No, I didn't ask them
if they could scan us.

I also didn't ask 'em
if they could

wax the hull or deliver pizza.

Now some of the questions I
think about and some I don't.

You can't think
of every possible question.

That's the nature of your job,
Mr. Garibaldi.

If you can't handle it
I'll tell

president Sheridan
to find someone who can.

Meanwhile, I suggest
you go back to the Gaim

and think up all those questions
you didn't think up before

because we have an assault fleet
on the way here, mister

and I'd like to have
at least a fighting chance

of surviving the next 12 hours.

Well, trust me,
the odds on that

are pretty damn small
right about now.

Pizza sounds good.

Nah, can't get
good pizza up here.

- I know a guy.
- Ah, here we go again.

'I really hate it
down here, Bo.'

- 'The crawlers?'
- Yeah.

They've been in here too,
but that ain't the problem.

Looks like we've had
seepage from the water

reprocessing system again.

They keep tapping pipes
for fresh

and they never close 'em up
right again.

- Hand me those pliers.
- Sure.

You know, I was wondering

why don't they just
shut down the jump gate

when this sort of thing happens?

When what happens?

Well, the captain was saying

something about an alien fleet.

Here you go.

'They can't just
shut down the gate.'

Thing takes four,
five days to heat up

and two days just to shut down.

Any faster and boom.

There's an awful lot of power
in those things, Mack.

An awful lot.

Besides, if things get hot,
you don't wanna close off

your only route
of escape out of here.

Yeah.

This is Mack.

'You guys take care
of that M-17?'

Just finished, boss.

'Okay, you'd better get down
to the sanctuary.'

'They need the place prepped
for some religious ceremony.'

Headin' out.

They never give us
a break around here.

Amen.

We are strongly urging
all residents

to stay in your quarters

until the current crisis
has passed.

The first wing of the attack
is coming through.

I repeat, the first wing
is coming through.

Maintenance, this is Mackie.

We're finished in here.

Going on break for a bit
unless you need us.

'Uh, negative.
you're clear for now.'

Almost pretty, isn't it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

Sometimes it's easy to forget

those are our guys
fighting out there.

All you see is the light,
the color.

When you see red,
that's one of ours going up.

The green,
that's the other guys.

How can you tell?

You can't have an explosion,
you can't have fire

unless you have some kind
of atmosphere in the ship.

Our guys use oxygen,
so when the fuel core blows

it lights up red.

Those other guys must use
some other atmosphere.

I don't know,
carbon monoxide, somethin'.

So when the thing blows,
it's different, green.

You figure this out
all by yourself, did you?

Asked one of the pilots
the other day.

He told me all about it.

Most of them act like
we don't exist.

Yeah. Hotshots.

Yeah, but this one was okay.

Probably out there right now.

Hey, that was a red one.

- When did you get religious?
- I'm not.

Just respect, that's all.

Every time we get a little
red star born out there

somebody's life ends.

All they ever were gonna be,
all they were

all the people they knew,
all the people they loved

it's all gone.

They're fighting for us, Mack.

Don't ever forget that.

Hey, hey, take a look.

Yeah! Yeah!

One of the White Stars.

Captain said they wouldn't be
back for a while yet.

I guess this baby was a little
closer to home than the others.

- Sure looks pretty.
- You think?

Hell, yeah.
What do you think?

Nah. I always thought they
looked like plucked chickens.

- What?
- Hey, look..

It's not my fault
they were designed that way.

Uh-oh. Look.

That's a breaching pod.

Looks like we're gonna
have us some guests.

'Attention, all residents.'

'You are advised to move
to the shelters at once.'

'We are being boarded.'

'I repeat, all personnel
to the shelters.'

You heard the man.

Computer, Blue 3.

Come on, Blue 3.

- The system's shorted out.
- Oh, great.

Let's just hope
we're not between levels.

Manual override.

Get down, get down.
Close it up, close it up.

I can't. Get out of here.

Holy..

What the hell are you guys
doing here? Get out of here.

We'll cover you. Go on.

Cover.

- Hey, Bo.
- Yeah?

- Next time we walk, man.
- I'm with you!

You're safe.

I suggest you remain here
until the fighting stops.

Yeah, but the fighting's
right outside.

Nonetheless, it is safe.

A fellow of infinite jest.

I knew him, Horatio.

It's, uh, Mack actually.

This is Bo.
You knew this guy?

After the fact.

He was killed
just outside that door.

His helmet rolled in here
and stopped

just where you're sitting.

At the moment of death,
there is a passing of energy.

An explosion of consciousness.

It permeates everything
in close proximity.

Your clothes,
jewelry, anything.

We can still feel him.

What he was, what he did.

His hopes and fears
and expectations.

It's still there
for a few minutes.

Then it will disappear..

...joining him in silence.

Telepaths.

The telepaths we heard about.

The ones that Sheridan
let live down here.

Oh. Yeah, well.

Uh, we don't get assigned
to Brown sector much anymore.

Uh, it's mainly the new guys
who get stuck with it.

Uh, I didn't mean
anything by that.

It's just that we didn't, uh..

Uh..

Shouldn't you folks
be in a shelter?

It's a lot less dangerous.

Though cruel and capricious

bringing us into a world
that fears us and hates us

nature did not leave us
entirely without protection.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah, maybe,
so, uh, we should go.

Yeah, we should go.

Oh, man, this close
to the hull.

I mean, you really feel it
when we take a hit.

You know, this thing goes on
much longer, Bo

and, uh, we're gonna
have a breach.

It's okay.
Our guys will handle them.

Do you think so?

They're the best pilots
in the sector.

I just wish I was
out there with them.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

- Sincerely?
- Bo.

Yeah, I sincerely do.

Tell me that it matters to you.

Bo, I don't..

Yes, it matters to me.

Why?

What the hell?

Bo.

Bo, Bo, you okay?

'I'd, uh, i-it's quiet outside.'

'Uh, the fighting seems
to have moved down the hall.'

I think we should be going
while we can.

Yeah.

Goodbye.

My life here.

'Argh.'

'Absolutely intolerable.
Completely inexcusable.'

'You would think we would be
beyond this sort of thing'

by now, wouldn't you?

And whose idea was it

to send the White Stars away
at a time like this?

They are still returning
from guarding

the Enfili homeworld, Mollari,
as you well know.

I wasn't talking to you.

I was talking to the universe.

The universe.

The universe hates me, you know.

I don't know why.

I have never done anything

to the universe to, uh..

Well, alright, a few things

but after a while, you would
think it would be enough.

Yes, we have had
our, our little fun

with Londo Mollari for now.

Perhaps it is time to move on

and find someone else
to play with.

You seem rather calm
about all of this, hmm?

When I was a child,
your people decided

that the rebellion by my people
needed to be discouraged.

So your people bombed
seven of our major cities

for six straight days,
31 hours a day.

You thought you could
bomb us into submission.

It didn't work then
and it didn't work later.

We spent our days in shelters
we made ourselves.

We sang songs.

We prayed.
We ate, we slept.

I spent my life in one
such shelter or another.

I will tell you
the truth, Mollari.

This is probably
the closest thing I have..

...to a home.

Yes, well, uh,
don't start singing.

You'll frighten the children.

We have enough misery
to deal with as it is.

We don't need to add more.

And where did you
grow up, Mollari?

What?

It was a simple enough question.

While I was sitting
in a bomb shelter

learning to hate your people

where were you spending
your time as a child?

Playing in the imperial gardens

learning Centauri table manners?

I was never a child.

I had responsibilities.

I've had responsibilities
for as long as I can remember.

Duty, honor, family.

Ah.

That explains a great deal.

Really?

And what exactly
does it explain, G'Kar?

I spent my years
in one shelter after another

but sooner or later, I was
able to leave the shelter

and walk out into the daylight.

You do not have that luxury.

You carry your shelter
with you every day.

You did not grow up.

You grew old.

I think I will see how
things are going out there.

I'll go too. Good idea.

What, are you afraid
I won't come back, G'Kar?

No, afraid you will.

So how long you figure
they've been married?

'Attention, all personnel.'

'The second wave is coming
through the gate.'

'Repeat, the second wave
is coming through.'

- Yeah?
- 'All hands needed on Red 1.'

'We have fires on the deck
burning in from the hull.'

On our way. Let's go.

Yeah, alright. Alright.

Where's that support?
Get it up here now.

- Delenn, listen to me.
- No.

You have to get on the life pod.

I refuse to leave.

That's what I said to Lochley
and I was wrong.

Now this isn't
going well, Delenn.

I need to know
that you are safe.

- John, I--
- You two.

Do you know where
the life pods are?

Yes, sir.

Escort Ambassador Delenn
there at once.

- But, sir, we were told--
- 'Doesn't matter.'

I need everyone in security
on the firing line

and that leaves you.

See to it she gets there safely

and gets on the first
available pod.

- Yes, sir.
- Now go on.

Hey, look, with luck,
the rest of the White Stars

will get here on time
and we won't even need the pods.

What if we do?
What if the station falls?

Then as you said to me once..

...I'll see you again in the
place where no shadows fall.

Go on.

Ma'am?

Ambassador.

The pods are this way.

- What is your name?
- Ma'am?

That was not
a difficult question.

No, it's just..

Well, folks at your level..

I mean, uh..

We don't get asked
that a lot, ma'am.

We just get orders.

My name is Mack
and this is Bo.

We're kind of a team.

Floaters, I guess
you could say.

A lot of guys in maintenance
have their own beat.

We get assigned
to whatever needs doing.

Yeah, we keep the place running
while the big boys are fighting

or making all the big decisions.

- Worker caste.
- Yeah.

I guess you could say that.

We're just about as worker caste

as you're ever
gonna find up here.

Now, if you don't mind, ma'am,
the launch bays are this way.

I was, uh, I was going
to ask you a question.

Ma'am?

If I'm launched in a life pod

and let us say,
shortly after the launch

the equipment is accidentally
smashed from the inside

what would happen to the pod?

It'd crash into Epsilon 3.

Or explode. It could explode.

Possible. Wouldn't be good
either way, ma'am.

I see.

Understand,
that while I'm not a prophet

I can tell you that
if I were going to be sent away

in a life pod and forced
to watch everything I love

and have fought
for die before my eyes

without even a chance
to keep it together

the life pod would suffer
just such a terrible accident.

Now time being circular

if we know that this will happen

then we may as well assume
that it has happened already

and that the life pod
is not safe for me to enter.

'The president is right, ma'am.'

It's not safe here
for either one of you.

I know,
but it's home for both of us.

'Ma'am.'

You two really do love
each other, don't you?

Hey, did you see that smile?

I mean, it was like the sun
coming out from behind a cloud.

I did indeed.

Suddenly, I think I understand

Sheridan a lot better.

How so?

Well, dead or alive,
I'd claw my way out of hell

and straight through
10 miles of solid rock

to see that smile again.

Yeah. Whoa! What the hell
was that? A hit?

No, it didn't sound like one.

Oh, yeah. Alright.

What? What is it?

The cavalry's here! Yeah!

Is that amazing or what?

I mean, they look like angels
swooping in out of the sky.

I thought you said they looked
like plugged chickens.

Yeah, not right now,
they don't.

Hey, do you ever wish
you could be out there?

You know, riding fire
with the rest of them?

Sometimes, yeah.

And sometimes no
and sometimes I wonder

what the hell I'm doing here.

All of this is bigger than you.
It's bigger than me.

It's bigger than anyone
should ever have to deal with.

Oh, yeah, I know what you mean.

Then I take a look
at the rest of them.

Londo, G'Kar, Sheridan, Delenn

and I think
if they can handle it

then I can handle it.

My mother used to tell me..

...God knows the age
of every tree

and the color of every flower

and he knows just how
wide your shoulders are

and he'll never give you
anything to carry

that's bigger
than you can handle.

Then maybe that's what
this whole place is about.

Maybe that's what you have to do
to get by in a place like this.

- And what's that?
- Grow bigger shoulders.

Hey, looks like
the fighting's stopped.

Yeah.

Best get back to work.

I guess so.

What a mess.

I hear you. It's like
this all over the place.

Hull needs work, we got airlocks
shot out all over Brown level

and you don't even wanna know
what the hazmat boys have

waiting for them outside.

All that stuff.

Body parts, ship parts,
fuel cores.

All of it has to be
picked up and taken away

or it'll just float around
until it messes something up.

Yeah, typical.

They call all the shots

they get all the glory

we clean up all the mess.

Well..

...maybe not all the mess.

Cleanup detail is still
working on Bays 3 and 7.

They figure they'll have
the work done by 0900 hours.

Negative. We have a transport
due in at 8:00.

- They'll be done by then.
- Yes, captain.

So anything new from
the hyperspace probes?

Nothing. It looks like
we got them all.

Not even one of them
made it out to report back

on our weaknesses or situation.

Good. Mission accomplished.

They'll move on
to the next target.

Let's just hope it doesn't
have anything to do with us

or anybody else in this sector.

Roger that.

Uh, Captain Lochley?

Yes?

Uh..

'Well, captain, uh..'

I know you're new here
and all, and, uh

I just wanted to say..

...you're okay
in my book, ma'am.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

'Medlab 4 reports a power loss.
Get a tech team on it.'

Hello, Mack, Bo.

- Bo?
- Yeah?

She remembered my name.

Ournames.

- I think I 'm in love.
- She's married.

Yeah, we could work
somethin' out.

- Will you come on?
- Yeah.

- So lunch?
- Sure.

I'll treat.
How about some spoo?

'At 15 credits an ounce?
You're out of your..'