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| What's the situation? |
Vark's engaged the intruder. |
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| Just Vark? |
It's VARK, sir. He's Chadran.
A graduate of two of their martial arts societies. |
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| But she's got the advantage
over him of a few hundred... |
A few hundred WHAT? |
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Um, millimeters? Yes, that's it. You've got hundreds of millimeters of reach over him. Certainly not a huge weight advantage. |
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| Sniff. Well. That's okay, then. |
Now,
back to Mighty Mute....Hi-YAH! |
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| Aha! Got you, you little - |
Darling, stop! |
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| Hah? Have we met? |
When I heard you were aboard, I came as soon as I could.
Poets on countless planets speak of your beauty, but none could do
you justice. |
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| Beat it, you. |
Poets? About moi? |
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| Vous, darling one. Come, let us discuss the infinite
depths of your sapphire-eyes, the silken strands of your hair, and the chifon-like qualities of your uniform... |
Oh, it's just something they issued... |
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Quick, search the database for something....appropriate in the way of background music. |
