TUELLER: “Can you guys…not tell Loll? This is…going to complicate things.”
STORY: Kahn mimes turning a key in front of his mouth.
TUELLER: “I really do like cows, though. That you can talk about.”
MILLICENT: Millie nods, “Is it the number of stomachs?”
MILLICENT: “I’ve always found the number of stomachs to be remarkable.”
STORY: Kahn shakes his head and starts walking.
TUELLER: “Yes. It’s the number of stomachs. That’s definitely it.”
STORY: He may be laughing at his captain.
MILLICENT: “Four.”
Chapter 24
TUELLER: Tueller, fairly low: “Come on out. Safe now.”
STORY: There’s a hesitant voice from inside the cabinets.
STORY: “…No.”
MILLICENT: “How can we convince you we’re not the psionic nightmare beings?”
TUELLER: “No. Not really safe. Not yet.”
TUELLER: “But getting there.”
MILLICENT: “Do you know where we might find Vorlou?”
STORY: “…No?”
ALEJO: “Seriously, come out of the cabinets. You’re safer with us than in there.”
STORY: There’s an even longer pause.
STORY: “Is that fuckin Soto?”
TUELLER: Tueller barks laughter.
Chapter 21
ALEJO: “Right. Tell us a bit about that. Who are you fighting and why?”
STORY: He stiffens. “The governor.”
STORY: “I can’t say more.”
STORY: “Yes, I poisoned her. But I did not harm Teka.”
STORY: “And yes, I _did_ try to help Teka control her abilities. We trained. I am not a liar.”
STORY: “All right. Yes, I locked myself in here.”
STORY: “It seemed.. the safest choice.”
STORY: “But now it has been rather a long time, and I very much would like to go.”
TUELLER: “Ejo, your time in interrogation training was well spent.”
Chapter 20
TUELLER: “Psychics.”
TUELLER: Tueller says that, and does not say anything else.
STORY: Tariq raises an eyebrow.
STORY: “What he said.”
MILLICENT: “Psychics!”
MILLICENT: Millie doesn’t catch the tone.
ALEJO: “Wait. Psychics?” Alejo is being a smart ass.
STORY: Jac says, “Psychics how?”
TUELLER: “Science psychics.”
MILLICENT: Millie nods, smiling
STORY: “Is that even a thing?” Jac wonders.
TUELLER: “Or Psychic Science.”
Chapter 19
STORY: “So, Soto, given that I can’t suss you out indirectly, I’d like you to tell me why I should send my baby brother into space with a double agent.”
TUELLER: “In his defense, he has saved my life multiple times.”
TUELLER: Tueller sounds meeker than you’ve heard him.
STORY: “Now why would he do that?”
STORY: She turns her back to the three of you, watching out the window behind her desk.
TUELLER: “He’s my co-captain.”
ALEJO: “He’s my family.” Alejo hits the middle word. “Cards on the table? I really was a triple agent. Or quadruple. I lose count. The point is that I am good at what I do. I choose this. It’s not about masters and debts. It’s about choice.”
ALEJO: “I’d take a bullet for Tueller.”
MILLICENT: “I don’t want to derail the issue but I am also a co-captain.”
Chapter 18, Part II
Chapter 18, Part I
ALEJO: I reach out and stop Millie from taking the bread, casually, so as to attract as little attention as possible while doing it.
MILLICENT: Millie shoots a quizzical look at Alejo
TUELLER: “We are submitting the defense grid so no further ships run afoul of it.”
TUELLER: Tueller does not pay attention to what’s going on with his co-captains.
ALEJO: He gives her a quick look, and then slides forward on his chair, ready to spring into action.
ALEJO: Alejo lifts the napkin off the bread, slowly, looking at it and the bread underneath.
STORY: Oh hey.
STORY: There’s a grenade in there.
TUELLER: “The bad news is…”
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Chapter 17
TUELLER: “Millie. You’re going to have to figure out which one of us is at fault, here.”
ALEJO: Alejo brightens at this and smiles.
TUELLER: “Because….well, this is probably as good a time to mention as any, but your room took a direct hit.”
TUELLER: “And whoever is at fault owes you a new wardrobe.”
MILLICENT: “Yes, someone is going to have to go retrieve my Kubawashi, because it appears to be snagged on the nose of the ship.”
ALEJO: Alejo puts his finger on his nose. “Not it.”
MILLICENT: Millie points to Tueller. “Id.” Points to herself. “Ego.” Points to Alejo “Superego.”
MILLICENT: Millie sighs, “Gentlemen, I think we need each other.
Chapter 15
TUELLER: “You’re the captain now.”
TUELLER: “Let me know how it goes for you.”
STORY: “Oh, dear.”
TUELLER: “Heavy lies the crown.”
STORY: You spend a few hours gliding through space on a different trajectory. It’s now well into the night.
STORY: Noma beeps through again. “Sensor readouts indicate a large mass of rock, organic material, and… electronic activity.”
STORY: “Low radio signals, but whatever that is, it appears to be… on.”
TUELLER: Toggling ship wide comms: “Everyone who’s up get up here.”
TUELLER: Quietly enough not to wake deep sleepers.
TUELLER: “Sorry, you’re not the captain anymore.”
TUELLER: “Good job, though, girl.”
STORY: “Thank you, Mr. Ya’Makasi.”
Chapter 10
TUELLER: “The way I see it we’ve got an alien race to help in indefinable ways for indefinable ends. We have a widow who wants us to track down her attacked ship and rescue my ex-girlfriend’s embryos. To do that we need to figure out where the ship is, by either asking the right person, or hacking the right system.”
TUELLER: “And we also need to figure out if we’re going to help out that widow or shoot her in the face, as requested by my beloved sister at odds with the desires of my dead ex-girlfriend.”
TUELLER: “That about cover it?”
ALEJO: “More or less.” Alejo says this more seriously than he’s been since telling Tueller that he made a dumbass deal.
TUELLER: “You got feelings about the shooting-in-the-face part?”
ALEJO: “I’ve got feelings about getting pulled back into Family stuff that I thought was probably well behind me.”
TUELLER: “You travel with me, there’s always Family stuff.”
ALEJO: “You travel with me and that’s the stuff that I intended to move beyond.”
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