Chapter 2 – Page 44
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Narrator: Meanwhile, in space... Monica Zeiger: Communications officer, age 22 - Canis Lupus F. (Longhaired Pointer) Lt. Dale Grayson: First Officer, age 25 - Canis Lupus F (Greyhound)
Monica: Lieutenant, I just picked up a distress beacon! They're broadcasting locally from Edenia IV, with House Fenris signals!
Grayson: Local? It could be a trap. What encryption are they using?
Monica: It's an older code, but it checks out!
Grayson: If they're alive, they're lucky anyone is still out here.
Monica: Sir... it's a lancer beacon. This could be the answer to our prayers!
Grayson: I'll inform the captain. Try hailing the sender, and call me if you get them on screen.
Monica: Yessir!
Grayson: This sector's crawling with scalies, but if a pilot's been able to survive this long, and their ship isn't a scrap heap... ... we might finally be able to stop skulking around, and get back in the fight!
Mika: {Psst} Mattrick, are you up?
Jake: I don't think he's awake. Hey mattrick!
Mattrick: {Groan} what in tarnation... don't you people have a phrase about lettin' sleeping dogs... hey now, what're y'all making that goofy-ass face for?
Monica: Lieutenant, I just picked up a distress beacon! They're broadcasting locally from Edenia IV, with House Fenris signals!
Grayson: Local? It could be a trap. What encryption are they using?
Monica: It's an older code, but it checks out!
Grayson: If they're alive, they're lucky anyone is still out here.
Monica: Sir... it's a lancer beacon. This could be the answer to our prayers!
Grayson: I'll inform the captain. Try hailing the sender, and call me if you get them on screen.
Monica: Yessir!
Grayson: This sector's crawling with scalies, but if a pilot's been able to survive this long, and their ship isn't a scrap heap... ... we might finally be able to stop skulking around, and get back in the fight!
Mika: {Psst} Mattrick, are you up?
Jake: I don't think he's awake. Hey mattrick!
Mattrick: {Groan} what in tarnation... don't you people have a phrase about lettin' sleeping dogs... hey now, what're y'all making that goofy-ass face for?
