Ghost Signals, Episode 3: Part 3.2
AC SECOND CLASS DEZ-LEI (stilted chuckle, to Aru) Yes Yes, I know- gotta keep it civil for the square skulled flarking... (pause, realizing) We're on mute to the guard, right?
ARU Correct.
AC SECOND CLASS DEZ-LEI Good. I didn't want to eat kroon and complicate matters-unmute. (back to La Dean) Sorry about that. Got a little steamy in the collar. Did you by chance notice if they were aboard a Class-S Cruiser when you saw them arrive?
LA DEAN Yes, they were. It... (nervous pause) There was damage in the engine area. I subsequently sent them through a BetBox before they...
Dez-Lei squeezes the sides of the steering wheel hard, chuckling for a couple of halted seconds. Finally, the rage subsides slightly back in her body as she resumes her speech.
AC SECOND CLASS DEZ-LEI Send me the coordinates of where that ship moved, or by the noble Eye, I will scoop out your purile brain from your thick skull with a flarking KLEVCHUIK!
LA DEAN (scared) Yes, ma'am.
Screen flicks off. A split second later, the Guard sits back down at the desk and starts typing away just as quickly.
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INT. COCKPIT, DEZ-LEI'S SHIP- Moments Later
Ms. Dez-Lei back in her ship, waiting for the data to pop up on her screen. She glances up and to the left, responding to Aru's line.
ARU (from the speakers, to AC Second Class Dez-Lei) That was a solid example of what I asked for, and what I feared would occur.
AC SECOND CLASS DEZ-LEI (proudly defensive, to Aru) It got us the information necessary for mission completion.
ARU Yes...
AC SECOND CLASS DEZ-LEI In my view, it was worth it...
Just as she says this, the cartographic data pops up on the screen in front of her; her gaze shifting down to scan it from right to left.
AC SECOND CLASS DEZ-LEI (Cont.) The moment you get the data, plug it into the nav and get us to Z-3.
ARU Yes, AC. Given that I just finished the diagnostic, shall I boost the weapons to standby as well?
AC SECOND CLASS DEZ-LEI Good thinking- never know what shite the traitorous scum may have up their sleeves.
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INT. DINING MESS, ATHENA-5
A shot of Raiven holding a tall champagne bottle, drinking and dancing in the ship's Dining Mess to boisterous rock music done in an alien language. The camera soon shifts to a wider shot as the dance soon goes about to the tables with her going about from one table to the next without issue.
During one of these leaps, in the background, we see Steggy appear leaning against the wall watching the scene go on with an ever brightening smile on her face.
STEGGY (chuckles, to Raiven) Heya, Doc. Just popped by and tell ya we're still in the clear. Might need to refuel in a couple horuts though (give or take).
RAIVEN (slightly slurred, to Raiven) Thanks...
STEGGY Also... (wide grin) You make a delightfully entertaining drunk!
RAIVEN (scoffs, to Steggy) I'm not drunk, Cap!
STEGGY My scanners offer a differing opinion. Well, actually, they say you're a particular level of drunk that will very soon shift toward unbearable cranial pain. A fact that will be made clear right about...
RAIVEN (pained) GAHGH!
\A second later, as the good Doctor slinks across the middle of a table, her eyes roll into the back of her head and collapses on the middle of the table; the bottle slowly loosening from her grip and falling onto the floor as the music continues.
STEGGY (emphatic) Now!
It stays on this image with Dr. O'Ozahl, moments later, letting out a series of woozy pained groans as she regains consciousness. A few beats later, Steggy teleports from her previous position closer to her fleshy friend.
STEGGY (as she helps Raiven up) Pause music please... (music stops)
RAIVEN (squinting, to Steggy) If you somehow recorded that pratfall, I swear by the multi- souled Jahkon I'll gut your entire PCS system and turn you into a Base-1 NewsReader.
STEGGY (placing Raiven on to a table chair, then sits down; to Raiven) Rev it down, Doc! I didn't record your drunken boogie sesh or your little feint spell. Your aura of dignity's the same size it was when you started.