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One last phaser beam and explosion.
YO BOB: My God… they’ve completely gutted the Everest.
ESPY: That’s all of them, sir. No combat capable ships remain.
YORK: Mr. Rcy, are any other ships in the same bloody situation as us?
CHRI: Four – the Nostradamus, the Quagmire, the Planetquake, and the Avenger. All have no weapons and no shields.
ESPY: [yelps]
YORK: What is it, Mister Pourge?
ESPY: The majority of the G'willer vessels are grabbing the larger chunks of debris in chroniton-based tractors.
YORK: So what was that yelp for, chap? We’re hardly debris.
ESPY: It didn't. But two of the G'willer ships are moving in on the Nostradamus!
CHRI: Freezin' cowards!
Torpedo shots and explosion.
ESPY: They're moving toward the Quagmire. If they continue on their present course, we're next.
YORK: Bloody hell…
QUILL: Helm controls restored, Captain.
YORK: Mister Dramar! Set a course for the Everest! Take us inside her!
QUILL: Inside, sir?
YORK: It’s been gutted; there’s room. Go now, chap!
Engine noise.
QUILL: We’re in.
YORK: Mr. Rcy, Mr. Pourge, power down all systems except damage control and life support. With any jolly luck, they won't even notice us…
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