| T'pol: |
The Earth cargo ship, Fortunate. H-class freighter. Maximum speed warp one point eight. Crew compliment twenty-three. |
Travis: |
Not counting newborn babies. |
Archer: |
Ensign? |
Travis: |
I grew up on a J-Class, a little smaller, but the same basic design. And one thing I can tell you is that at warp one point eight, you’ve got a lot of time on your hands. between ports. That’s how my parents wound up with me. |
T'pol: |
Do you have any helpful information on this vessel, beyond it’s recreational activities? |
| Archer: |
Easy does it. There’s a lot of debris out here. |
Travis: |
Aye, sir. |
Malcolm: |
Some of it doesn’t seem appear to be from the Fortunate. |
Phlox: |
On the bright side, I’m only picking up inorganic material. No bodies.
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| Travis: |
Trip’ll get a kick out of this. It’s older than he is. Quartermaster won’t have anything like it, but engineering should be able to make one for you. |
Ryan: |
We got our own machine shop. |
| Ryan: |
All we got left now are hydroponics, and nutrapacks. |
Travis: |
I remember those. We used to call them. . . |
Ryan and Travis: |
Mystery Meals! |
Travis: |
My dad was a pretty good cook. He could do magical things with those nutrapacks. |
Ryan: |
And when it was someone’s birthday, my mother would bake a cake. We knew better than to ask what it was made of. |
Travis: |
Didn’t stop you from eating it! |
Ryan: |
No way.
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| Travis: |
You ever think about doing something else? |
Ryan: |
You mean join Starfleet? |
Travis: |
Food’s not bad. |
Ryan: |
Was this premeditated? Buy me lunch than give me the recruiting pitch.
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| Child: |
Have you seen Nadine? |
T’pol: |
I’m sorry. I do not know which child is named Nadine. |
Nadine: |
Thanks. |
T’pol: |
I just told him the truth. |
| Archer: |
Trip, report. |
Trip: |
They’re getting a little trigger happy. |
| Ryan: |
We’ve taken enough casualties. It’s time we start afflicting our own. |
| John: |
Any other order of mine you’d like to question? |
Travis: |
Not today, sir.
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| Nausicaan captain: |
We’re involved in a rescue operation. |
John: |
There’s a lot of firing going on for a rescue. |
Nausicaan captain: |
We want our crewman back. |
Travis: |
He wouldn’t be there if you hadn’t attacked them in the first place.
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| Nausicaan captain: |
You’re facing three of my ships. We’re not interested in your proposals. |
John: |
We’ve scanned your ships. Mister Reed. |
Malcolm: |
Fort and aft plasma cannons. I doubt those shields of theirs would hold up to our torpedoes. |
John: |
You’re not sneaking up on an old freighter this time. This is a NX class starship. Take a good look, because you'll be seeing more of them. |
| John: |
Release that hostage. |
Ryan: |
He's my prisoner and I'm going to handle this my way. |
Travis: |
What are you going to do? Kill him? |
Ryan: |
Oh, you again. |
Travis: |
Sir, with your permission? |
Archer: |
::nods:: |
Travis: |
You think that killing one of them is going to accomplish anything? |
Ryan: |
What'd your captain decide a little boomer to boomer talk would persuade me? |
Travis: |
Just shut up and listen to me. I don't give a damn about you anymore. I'm just thinking about my family. |
Ryan: |
What have they got to do with this? |
Travis: |
What's going to happen to the next freighter that runs into the Nausicaans? What if it's the Horizon, and they have to pay the price for your stubborn stupidity? |
Ryan: |
I'm doing this for them. |
Travis: |
The hell you are. This isn't about protecting cargo ships. |
Ryan: |
That is just what it's about. |
Travis: |
Don't kid yourself into thinking that you're doing this for some greater good. This is about revenge. Nothing else. |
