"How much ?" "!" "About 30 million, Mr. Rourke." "30 million ISK." "Yes sir." "That's practically a new ship." "Clear Skies will practically be a new ship when she's fixed, sir." "But I don't want a new ship!" "I want this one." "Back." "As it was." "There isn't, frankly, much left of the current vessel." "Perhaps sir shouldn't have got it quite so badly damaged ?" "Hey" " I didn't damage it !" "I wasn't the one shooting at it !" "Believe me, I was trying to avoid the damage." "Alas, sir, the damage didn't avoid you, and the repairs stand at 30 million ISK." "Why don't I just strap an armor repper on and go clog up the outside of the station ?" "That doesn't cost thirty million." "Sir, as I have explained already, it's not just the armor." "Your superstructure is in dire need of reinforcing and renovation, as well as most of the internal systems" "Yeah yeah I know what you said !" "Still, at least if I'm paying that much you'll have it ready fast, right?" "Three weeks, sir ?" "How long ?" "!" "English subtitles by Xparky." "Have they fixed it yet ?" "Haaave they fixed it yet..." "Woooo, have they fixed it yeeeeet?" "Have they fixed it..." "Yet ?" "Have they fixed it..." "Yet." "Try to quell your surprise, Charlie, but they have in fact finally finished welding Clear Skies back together." "Jump up and clap hands with glee !" "Ah, will miracles never cease." "It's hardly a miracle, they didn't take this long even after that Amarrian slave trader shot the top wingy bit off a couple of years back." "Top wingy bit?" "!" "Well hull breaches will do that to a ship's internal structure." "Now onto the more pressing matter of cash flow." "It's got a proper name you know..." "Yeah, "The Target"" "Basically we have no cash." "And thus, no flow." "So pretty much the last few years of us grubbing around and getting our asses shot off has amounted to us sat here, bored, skint, and with no charter, champion!" "All we own is a ship that looks like an explosion in a girder factory." "Well that and the tales to tell in the bars." "Come on you mustn't forget them." "Anyway, with a fully refitted ship we can look for a charter, and I've got good news and bad news on that front." "Oh, aye?" "Yeah, the good news is, I've got some idiot in a shiny suit" "He wants ferrying nine jumps across the fringes of empire space." "And he only wants to go in a battleship class vessel, which means we feature highly in his plans especially as you don't normally get them docked around here." "And he's also willing to pay thirty million quid." "(ISK!" "...britishpeople...)" "How much ?" "!" "For that kind of cash he could buy his own ship!" "Exactly – which brings us to the bad news." "Which is ?" "Some idiot in a shiny suit is willing to pay massively over the odds to get ferried nine jumps through empire space." "And apparently needs a battleship to do it." "Which can only mean one thing." "It's a deathtrap !" "It's a deathtrap." "So what else is there available?" "Some job shifting cans of Quafe about in-system for not enough money to even charge the capacitor, and that really is it." "Seems like we picked the worst place to hole up in ten jumps, but what with the ships' lack of ability to hold air in at the time, I guess we can't complain" "Face it, lads, we don't really have a choice either sell Clear Skies and go back to a cruiser try and work our way back up again like the bad old days, or take on the deathtrap job." "We've only just had this ship put back into one piece, paint isn't dry yet." "I don't want it scratched the moment we undock, OK?" "I'll take that as a vote for the trap of death." "Charlie?" "Oh, I'm gunnery, I don't care, it probably means once again I'll be justifying my place on board." "What, like the last time ?" "How quickly we forget." "Right, sort it then." "(?" ")" "I'll contact the shiny suited idiot and tell him he's got a place on our ship." "Then I'll check the insurance..." "Since when have we ever had insurance?" "Since when indeed ..." "OK, I've discussed it with my crew and I'm happy to say you've got a place on our ship, Mr...?" "You can call me Mr. Smith." "And here we are, thousands of years down the line since eveday one, and yet people still use "Mr. Smith" when wishing to remain anonymous." "Possibly I use it because that is my name?" "Yeah, well, as long as the funds clear you can call yourself Elena Gazky as far as I'm concerned." "The funds will clear." "Half now, half on arrival, standard Metropolis contract terms." "Assuming we make it intact !" "What's the destination?" "The system of Hek." "Unfortunately." "OK, Sol, you got that?" "Yep!" "Hek you say, hmm, right, lets have a shufty." "Hedion ...." "Hemin ..." "Ah, Hek!" "There it is !" "Looks like it's about ten jumps from here, that's about an hour." "Excellent." "Can we leave right away?" "Sure, I can't see why not." "Hmm, you have a sofa on the bridge of a ship." "That's very... eccentric." "Yeah well this ship is pretty much my home, and I'm not one for holing up in cabins." "I like to sit out here and look at the stars." "Ah, as someone holed up in an office for most of the time I can understand that." "If you like the sofa that much you can have it in your office for two hundred." "Well I don't really ...." "What have I told you before about trying to sell my sofa, Burke ?" "!" "You're right, you can have it for nothing." "Alas my office is far to small for such an... artefact." "And on that note, gentlemen, I shall retire to my cabin and take some medication," "Warp drive does affect my stomach so I prefer to sleep through it." "Right-o, let's get undocked and see what bits fall off the ship." "Clear Skies, this is station C and C, you are go for undock and warp." "Roger that C and C and I'll see you later in the contract pages." "You got it John, try and bring it back intact next time." "Station out." "That's odd !" "Everything looks .... sort of ...." "Oh, they must have cleaned the windows or something." "They've undocked, the cargo is onboard." "They're on their way to you." "You know, I just don't know why Smith has a problem." "I mean..." "How can gate travel upset your stomach?" "So to my surprise everything is working first go." "That's a first." "Yeah, it looks like these repairs were money well spent" "And they took the time commissioning it all correctly." "You should remember the place that did this." "Except of course the light above my console is flickering." "I thought you said everything was working first go?" "Well, the major systems, yes," "But we've still got dodgy lights, wiring, plumbing," "Door motors, lift controls, the sink is backing up" "And don't ask about what happened to Sol in the shower," "We've routed that lubricant line correctly now..." "Yeah but to be fair it was like that before we got shot at." "It was like that before we bought it." "It's Minmatar !" "So how we stacked out then in case anything, you know, goes wrong?" "Well, I've got a torch !" "No, I mean if we get attacked, not if your console light goes out." "Ah, well, the shield's pretty good" "I specced out a good all-round system that is strong against most types of attack." "We've got emergency boosters to reinforce it if we need to." "The speed is pretty good, and I managed to fit some top line trackers and stabilisers for the guns." "Speaking of which, did they have your favourites ?" "Oh yeah !" "Take a look !" "Top of the line 1400mm Howitzers." "Biggest damn things we can strap on." "Takes a while to cycle the action, but the range and stopping power is second to none." "And most things get the message when their shields fail after only one volley." "We never do !" "Yeah, well, true," "But unless you start specialising in one job" "This is the best multirole setup I've ever found for this ship." "And I've noticed we don't tend to specialise." "Did you get any of that ammo you were on about?" "The Tremor stuff ?" "Oh yeah, imported from Jita." "And this is some of my favourites." "Doubles the range and hits hard," "Only trouble is it weighs so goddamn much" "It's almost faster to turn the ship than the guns." "To be used on stationary targets only, I'm afraid." "My favourite kind." "You expecting targets then ?" "I always expect targets." "You should always expect targets, you're gunnery!" "Yeah." "Trouble is, JR, as ever, it gets more difficult to prepare for all the possibilities out there." "The universe has changed since we started, and the number of specialised ships keeps on increasing." "You know I can't cover all eventualities with a one-on-one engagement these days." "I know that, I just ask you to prepare the best we can." "OK, and what if it's multiple targets?" "It usually is." "When was the last time you saw just one ship at a gate?" "Look, Charlie, I know where this is going, so just forget about it." "I'm just saying that in this day and age" "It's usually to better have...well... some backup." "We've got backup." "What about Cormark?" "What about Haffa?" "They aren't really backup, JR," "Rhey are just some strange people that we know." "They aren't ever in the same system" "So even if they respond, we have to wait for them to show up." "And they always do !" "Eventually." "Sometimes we need backup there and then." "Cast your mind back to about three weeks ago." "We nearly died, John " " Yeah I know what happened, Charlie" "I was there, remember?" "And here we are, skint, with a highly suspicious job on" "And no backup." "Again." "So this going back to signing up for a corporation then, is it?" "Some faceless bunch of idiots" "Who spend their whole time bickering" "Before screwing you over for every isk you've got?" "And when they say jump, you have to jump," "Because they own your ass!" "At the moment, John, when you say jump, we have to jump," "Or it IS our ass." "In a corp you get a paycheck, some security and stability," "Snd a whole corporate fleet behind you if the going gets tough." "Big difference!" "And for all the freedom you talk about in this crew" "It's gotten us chained to a dangerous operation" "That we can't refuse because we never have any damn money." "Hey, Charlie, if you don't like it," "Why don't you just sign up with Caldari Provisions ?" "And stack shelves for a living, eh?" "It's a good job someone was paying attention" "To the damn scanner for the last five jumps," "Because, ladies, at this gate there is a" "Very suspicious formation of ships awaiting us." "I suggest you come to the bridge." "Quick !" "What you got, Sol?" "One missile boat damage dealer - a Raven class battleship," "Supported by a Blackbird EW and a tackler frigate" "Dammit that's a setup." "You're right, and it gets worse." "The gate guns are offline" "And the local channel is clear of anyone but us four." "Whoever these guys are, they've got some influence." "They've confidence too," "That's not the biggest gate camp I've ever seen." "Confidence or secrecy." "This smells of a black op," "You've got low numbers of nasty people who're keeping their mouths shut." "Nasty people who are locking us up too!" "Right, Sol, get to engineering and start warming up the warp drive" "Put us on alignment for the nearest gravity well we can target I don't care what it is" "Chart a safe spot en route and prep for a double back." "You know the drill." "Charlie, get to gunnery, and look lively." "Bounce a lock back to them and take the safeties off the fourteen hundreds." "We may need to distract them while we withdraw." "Ain't no better distraction than that." "We're lining up on planet 4." "Safeties off and locking up all three hostiles." "That tackler has stuck a graviton beam straight through the warp core, John" "It's hit the limiters and they've gone offline we didn't get to speed in time." "We aren't going to hit him with these guns, either, it's way too small and fast." "In that case, focus on that Blackbird before ..." "I've lost lock, we're jammed." "Cycle time?" "" " Ten seconds, but it's off the scale," "Our sensors are swamped." "No chance of punching through it," "It'll catch us every cycle." "Not that really matters lads, I'm picking up a local distortion field building up as well." "Is it a webber?" "Yep – and there it is." "We can push about 20 metres a second now, and that's your lot." "We ain't going anywhere." "And we're not shooting back either." "Now what?" "Oh, well, now I make a call to our backup." "It's a sad reflection on our lifestyle when you got a prerecorded message begging for help." "The Raven captain's opening up comms with us." "Put him on." "John Rourke." "Well, clearly I'm more famous than you, mate, 'cause I don't know your name." "I'll make this simple, just for you hand over your cargo or die." "You know, Quafe isn't that expensive in the shops." "And three hundred cubic metres of the stuff is gonna rot your teeth as well." "What are you talking about?" "My cargo, it's Quafe." "You know, the popular drink sold in all stations in your region." "Obviously I didn't make things simple enough." "We know you have a Mr Smith on board, hand him over or you die." "Oh, Mr Smith." "Riiight." "Why exactly do you want him" "Badly enough to shut down a whole system and threaten us?" "That's not your concern." "It's certainly not the concern of a frozen corpse either," "And I don't care which particular unconcerned thing I leave in my wake." "Now give me Smith !" "But Mr. Smith has been with us for years!" "What ?" "!" "My cuddly toy mascot bear, Mr Smith." "He's been on the ship for years." "He brings us luck," "Although I'm beginning to suspect I should check which type." "I think you've upset him..." "I know you've upset him !" "The way he disconnected in a sulk?" "Nope, the way he launched torpedoes at us." "Well that's just plain rude." "What's your assessment, Charlie?" "They're hitting us with old school explosives, and a lot of them" "Which is a shame as the shields are tuned to" "Reflect and rebound, not stop pressure waves." "Dammit." "How are our shields holding out, Sol?" "Kinda stressed, JR" "I'm boosting them off storage but it's not going to last forever." "Have you spun up the hardeners?" "Of course I have, it's making a difference but not enough of one." "Are we gonna tank it or not?" "Tank it?" "Hardly, they'll be down in two minutes" "With this level of abuse." "?" "Two minutes?" "Are you sure?" "Of course I am." "The shockwaves are already starting to affect the armour plating," "The shields are down to twenty percent," "Would you stop asking stupid questions and start getting us the hell out of here?" "Goodbye Mr. Smith, or whoever you are." "I'm sat doing nothing here, Sol can you please get tracking back online?" "Look, I'm having a hard enough time trying to keep the ship intact" "Thanks, and anyway, no, we haven't got sensor boosters." "JR, we may as well throw these fourteen hundreds at them" "For all the god-damn good they are doing." "Where the hell is our so called backup?" "That's what I'd like to know." "The shields are just about..." "No, make that they're down." "Come on Cor, come on." "Shields are dying, Rourke, shields are dying!" "I bet you're not so smug now" "When your Matari bucket of bolts falls apart around you!" "Keep firing!" "The armour's half gone and I'm starting to pick up hull breaches across the ship!" "Several systems are failing, I'm starting to lose control functions." "I've got a signal on the local channel, this should be our backup." "It'd damn better be, the molecular binders just went offline!" "That makes our hull look like tinfoil." "That's bad." "No, what's bad is that next torpedo seems to be coming my way." "That one's coming through the wall." "Er..." "Run!" "I'm way ahead of you !" "Well, that's my exercise done for the week." "You OK?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm OK, I'll head to engineering." "I've got the shields back up to five percent but that's your lot, the cap's dead." "You alright lads?" "You having some problems?" "Take that damn Heron out Cor, he's got us locked down bigtime!" "We need to get outta here while we've still got a ship to get out!" "What, no hello?" "No 'how are you'?" "Shut up and hurry up!" "We're in bad shape here!" "Yeah yeah, I'm already on him." "Who the hell's this?" "We weren't told they had backup." "Is this just some local chancer?" "OK lads, he's down, light your fire and go." "Warp core has just smoothed out and navigation is back online" "I'm winding up the coils now." "Good." "Bounce us off the planet, get us somewhere safe." "Then we can see about fixing the damn ship again." "I'll go get the dustpan and brush." "Fully fixed!" "It was fully fixed!" "Better than ever!" "And now, almost instantly, it's wrecked again!" "I knew it was going to be a trap but I didn't expect a whole system to be locked down!" "Who do they think they are?" "And why are they so interested in Smith?" "To go to all that trouble and actually try and get the guy alive ?" "Maybe we should just pop him out in a cargo pod." "We'll not get another charter in this region if we fold up like that and you know it." "Is - is he even still alive after all that?" "Yeah, his life signs are fine, those pills he took must be potent." "He's still asleep." "Want me to go wake him up?" "No, don't bother." "He'll either wake up at the station" "And give us the cash or he'll never wake up again" "Along with the rest of us." "Anyway, he doesn't strike me as the type to stay calm in this sort of situation" "And the last thing we need is some suit panicking." "Well I've plotted us a course that will backtrack us to the station we came from." "I'm hoping they haven't got the Diromitur gate covered, otherwise we're in big trouble." "Diromitur gate?" "The hell with that, we are finishing this job." "How can we do that when..." "" " Set a course for Yrmori." "We can't get there without going through that gate- Set us a course for Yrmori!" "And that'll just get us killed, so forget it, John." "We are going through this system, that gate," "In what, a tractor beamed wreck?" "and we are going through them" "If they get in the way again." "Oh that's a well thought out plan..." "" " Sol !" "Not only do we now need the cash more than ever," "But we do not run away." "You know that and I know that." "Besides, they took chunks out of our ship, Sol." "We've gotta make them pay for that." "Yeah, true, but, exactly how do we do that, now that we've only got half a ship?" "They kicked our arse when we had a whole one." "The jammer is still there, so we won't be able to fire," "What are we going to do, shout at them?" "Charlie, do the guns still work?" "Er, well, yeah, they should do seeing as they haven't been fired yet." "All the gunnery systems are green." "Ish." "Then we'll have everything we need." "What, this wreck and an interceptor?" "I've gotta agree with Solomon, even if we could fire our guns," "That completely intact and undamaged battleship will rip us apart." "Charles, that battleship will have a surprise coming that is going to work out in our favour." "I've got more than one prerecorded message begging for help." "Eeny," "Meeny," "Miney," "Moe " " Dammit!" "Right, he's on his way." "You guys get whatever repairs that need doing done, and make it fast." "I guess I'll start with that massive hole in what used to be the bridge." "Anything else, maybe clean the windows again?" "Just sort out enough stuff to get us up to combat readiness." "I'll go check over the rest of the ship." "Right, OK, fine." "Combat readiness." "That's a laugh." "Need a hand?" "" " Can do." "I can't believe we're going back." "He's not happy." "I prefer the nice and happy JR, not the angry one." "Left a bit." "Idiot's gonna get us killed." ""Get us combat worthy"." "Yeah, OK then, I'll swap the ship for a titan," "That should do it." "Well, if anyone can fix it it's Solomon "25-years-in-the-Caldari-Navy" Burke." "Twenty three and a half, and don't try to flatter me, Fodder," "You know it doesn't work." "Aren't you concerned about this at all?" "What, your ability to remote control a robot carrying an 800 mil thick plate of steel?" "No, not at all." "No, the whole getting-killed-as-a-point-of-honour we-don't-run thing." "Nah, you know me." "How bad is all this anyway?" "We got power for the guns?" "The capacitor is damaged and it's charging slow even with extra cable runs bodged in." "Your guns don't use it though, so they'll keep firing until they fall off the ship." "The armour is pretty much gone, and I've got the shields back up to full power." "It's a tough ship, but it's still not good." "Whoever this help is they had better be on time, and useful." "In a situation like this the help is probably going to be Haffa." "Oh great." "Help from someone who scares me." "Well at least he'll help keep both the top and bottom wingy bits on," "That's got to count for something in his favour." "" " Do you want me to weld" "Your cabin door shut with this thing?" "Because I can you know." "How many times have I got to tell you" "Those parts of the ship have a correct name." "Well?" "Sir, no report of any Minmatar class battleships at the other gate." "Have we got a scan probe ship available?" "No sir, that wasn't part of our tactical package." "Neither were his reinforcements." "Very well." "We'll play the waiting game." "That heap of Rourke's is already leaking air so I don't anticipate much of a problem" "Whether he decides to run or fight." "OK, JR, your control functions are patched into the console that hasn't been blown up" "The capacitor's charging about as fast as its going to without a dock refit," "And most of the red lights are out on other systems" "Nice one, Sol." "Bear in mind, our armour's pretty much gone, although I got the binders back online" "So at least they'll stop the hull breaches, like the last one" "Well, for a bit." "" " Gotcha." "Based on the tacticals from the last fight we've got about two minutes before our shields hit the deck." "You reckon we can take him down before then?" "Our armour will fold up at the first real sign of abuse." "Now I intend on having as long as I like to take him out." "Don't you worry." "Right." "Cormark, you ready?" "Yep." "As always." "Your target is- " " The Blackbird." "Yeah, I'm on it." "Good." "You sure about this?" "Very." "Get to your stations, then gang warp us in." "Cormark, we're going into gang warp..." "Now." "Charlie?" "Yeah?" "You know that expensive ammo you spent a week in Jita waiting for?" "Yeah ?" "Time to use it." "Oh yeah !" "Sir, we are picking up a warp signature in this vicinity." "Surely he isn't going to face us again?" "No messing this time Charlie !" "Lock him up and fire everything we own, as quick as you can." "Sol, disable the thermal cutoffs on everything, overheat 'em if you have to!" "Locking up in 3... 2... 1..." "Firing !" "Sir, they are firing some sort of exotic ammunition at us!" "Really." "Well fire some of our non exotic missiles back!" "Still achieving lock sir, eight seconds." "Why isn't our jammer stopping them?" "Cor, how you doing ?" "Me?" "I'm having a ball." "That Blackbird pilot is in such a panic he's forgotten to jam anyone!" "It's made of old Quafe cans so it shouldn't take too long." "Sir, the Blackbird pilot is requesting permission to leave the battle." "He is receiving structural damage." "" " Ignore the idiot" "How much damage are we taking because that fool can't do his one job?" "Shields will last another minute at this rate of fire sir." "Sir, the controller at the Diromitur gate has reported a local beacon activating" "But no corresponding gate activation and there is no response" "Does it look like I care about traffic reports you fool?" "Just keep firing!" "JR, the jammer's down, but my guns are dry." "I wouldn't scratch that Raven anyway so I'm outta here." "Yeah, thanks Cor, I owe you one." "Oh yeah, don't worry about it, I'll bill you for it." "But, er, fly safe." "Huh ?" "!" "Well, yeah, ok, you know what I mean," "Fly safe, once people have stopped hurling missiles at you." "I'll see you in station." "Well that's great news, JR, but our shields aren't going to last much longer." "Tactical shows that we're gonna be in armor before that Raven will be" "And he's got a full complement" "I thought we could take as long as we liked!" "Shields are dying again, Rourke, and this time your armour won't ..." "" " Err, sir !" "...save..." "What in Divinity's Edge ?" "!" "What the hell is that ?" "!" "Sir, it's targeting us and uh... and uh and unleashing experimental electronic warfare." "Somebody up top underestimated these people." "Cease fire Charlie." "Lets see what he has to say now." "I heard about these next-generation ships" "But I didn't think they were in active military use yet," "Never mind in the general population." "They aren't." "It's stolen." "So !" "You want to tell me what this was all about while you still can?" "You don't know who you're messing with." "This is too big for some privateer nobody," "Next time there'll be a fleet waiting for you and no amount of cloaker freaks" "Will pull you out of the fire, Rourke." "That's mighty big talk from someone locked down by a cloaker freak" "And locked up by a privateer nobody." "You'll find out about Smith one way or the other, and it's going to go hard on you." "I'll let my superiors know that you chose..." "Poorly." "Your superiors aren't going to hear anything about this." "Especially not from you." "It'll go better for you if you let me go." "Yeah, I really don't think I can believe that, because, let me see," "It would involve trusting someone who just tried to kill me and my crew," "Twice." "Don't worry, I won't be trying a third time." "I'll be lucky to have a cleaning job after this disaster." "Ah, but I must now consider you a mortal enemy, because you took it upon yourself to attack me and mine." "This ends now, no matter what you say." "Don't be ridiculous, this was a paid job..." "No matter what you say !" "There is only one way to make sure I, and my crew, can sleep sound at night now" "And it's your fault I have to do it !" "Wait, wait wait!" "There is no ..." "" " All guns ..." "Fire !" "No!" "blue explosions FTW !" "Well, thanks for your help, Haffa." "Are we even yet ?" "No." "Yeah, whatever..." "Well that was awkward." "" " What exactly is it between those two?" "They were friends once." "I think JR helped him pinch that freaky ship." "What, our JR?" "Yeah." "Funny to think eh." "I think something went wrong in the raid though because Haffa always says that" ""Are we even yet" thing." "Even for what?" "Don't know, don't want to know." "Lets see if we can finish this run without hitting any more trouble, shall we?" "So will the engines start?" "Or shall I get out and push?" "Hey station," "I hope you've got space in your dock for one ship and your bar for three people." "That's an affirmative, Clear Skies, although it only looks like half a ship to us." "Yeah yeah, tow us in and send me the contract pages." "I need another job to pay for this one..." "OK, sir." "Dock port three is open." "Well, I guess that's another tale to tell in the bars, eh?" "Ah, are we there?" "I feel quite refreshed." "Oh, so you slept OK, then?" "" " Oh yes." "I'm sure I started this journey on a complete battleship." "Yeah and I'm sure I started this journey as a transport job." "Meaning?" "Meaning you didn't pay us for escort duty," "And you knew there would be trouble." "I would have thought the rather generous payoff should have hinted towards it being somewhat," "Non-standard charter." "You could have warned us exactly how much trouble was waiting for us." "Your ass was on the line as well you know." "Mr Rourke, I assure you I had no idea what was waiting for us." "I didn't expect it to be so... organised." "Ah so you knew it was organised." "I thought you slept through it all, hm?" "In my line, Mr Rourke, one learns to be a very light sleeper." "Your funds have been transferred." "I look forward to doing business with you again." "I don't think so, Mr Smith," "Those people were connected up higher than I ever want to see." "Oh Mr Rourke, don't misunderstand me, that was a statement, not a question or a request." "Those were not the only people connected up high." "And there are difficult times ahead." "Yes indeed, difficult times for everyone." "Yeah, well, we aren't everyone." "Well, we're undocking after only two weeks this time." "So now what?" "The cash we got only just covers the repairs, again" "And yet another job hauling quafe just to charge the cap." "Yeah, we seem to keep going in circles here," "Never have any cash left over, what's the point?" "Well, we've got the adventure." "There are a lot of people that envy us of that, you know." "I envy people who've got money left over after they've repaired their ship." "Well, I've got nowhere else to go, so here I am." "So we're stuck with you, no matter how many times JR tries to get us killed?" "Charlie, we're still here, aren't we?" "You know, there's always tomorrow." "I dunno." "What that Mr Smith said, about us seeing him again." "Can't help but feel there's a big cloud on the horizon." "Nah, you're worrying too much." "No clouds on this horizon" "We've got Clear Skies"