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The Captain is
watching the crooked funnel and cascade-barrier recede on his scanner and
makes an observation, "You know, if we ran that again, and got it all
recorded, we could probably get ourselves on the Extreme Space Sports
Channel."
"Not in my lifetime," Boomer remarks to no one in
particular.
The Young Lady sighs.
"Yes Mahm?" the Captain asks.
"That's just the problem with these
intermittant-Kway-serrs," the Young Lady explains, "This particular
one may not send out a burst like that into these coordintes for a very long
time."
"And without a correct convergence of all the variables
involved," Captain Apollo calculates.
"This experience may never be repeated," the Young
Lady remarks as she attempts to restore some order to her mussed-up hair,
"At least not in our lifetimes."
"Great, Just great," Boomer shakes his head, "We
go through all this, and now, no one will ever beleive a word of it."
Captain Apollo checks his veiwscreen, "Cheer-up and drop
the bouyancy-feild, or what's left of it," he tells Boomer, "We've
got a good, straight shot from here, all the way home," he smiles
reassuringly, "From here on out, it'll be a real Milk-Run."
Leiutenat Starbuck is up on his bow-seat, running a last-micron
scanner sweep.
"Ohh Frak," the Leiutenat remarks as he makes a quick
sweep with the scope, "Uhmmm Captain," he says, "Looks like
We've got company coming.."
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