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Narrator: Later, in the fold between spaces...

Jake: Fadeneir needs a medic!

Amber: At this rate, I'll have more patients than followers. Fabulous.

Tawny: And to think, I was worried about you banging your ship up, not yourself!

Mika: Eh, it's just a scratch. I hope.

Amber: Hold still.

Grayson: Marshall, Captain Lockjaw wants to speak with you. In person. Alone.