feel one lung short. all of us.
well, i for one, am thoroughly fucking grateful. this beast wasn't made to land like this. but cripes, you rode it down. c'mon, you lousy ingrates, only reason we're alive is a'cuzza her.
we're worried you'll scare us. name's "audrey," right, love? and you're goin' to taurus three like we were?
a'course we will.
my bloody oath.
what're you goin' on about? she's been right here for the last.
zeke?
what'd you do with 'im? you bloody sick animal you, what'dja do with me zeke?
did you find him? you find zeke?
oh, right. let's all line up and beg his forgiveness. right you are.
not a star-jumper.
old sand-cat outside. see if i can't get it up and chuggin'.
looks like geologists. advance team, moves around from rock to rock.
sure. coulda had a real drop-ship take them off-planet. long gone.
maybe they had weight limits, you don't know.
why was the door chained up? why the bloody hell would they lock themselves in like that?
so that's what come of me zeke. an' you saw it. you was right there.
you were tryin' to kill him too.
take it.
startin' to acclimate, anyhow. take it.
yeah? what's special about that?
if we need anything from the crash ship -- i suggest we kick on. that sand-cat's solar.
we stay together! c'mon!