Galaxy of Terror Page #3

Commander,

you don't need to do that.

If there is something down

there we all should go down.

Commander, why take the chance

when we could?

I give the orders

here, Cabren.

I'm a tri-crom rated climber,

why not let me?

You and Dameia cover me.

Nothing so far. I'm going

down another four lat.

Cabren, the line!

Your piton slipped, Commander,

we've got you now.

DAMEIA:

How much more? Commander!

Three lats.

Anything down there yet?

Not yet.

(SCREAMS)

(SHUDDERING)

(GRUNTS)

Pull!

Ahhh!

Belay me.

Okay.

RANGER:
Quest calling Commander

Ilvar. Scan please. Quest...

Ranger, why don't you get your

butt down here and eat, boy.

They're too busy being heroes

out there to talk to us.

Fame is the food

that dead men eat.

- That's very good, Captain.

- Yes.

You know what they say, Cook?

The master sends meat,

but the devil sends cooks.

Did the Master send you to

keep an eye on this mission?

Joining the crew,

are we, Kore?

I tried calling you, Captain,

but you had your key off.

- I know.

- Okay.

Sit down and eat, boy.

This cook is almost

as good as a machine.

(SIGHS)

So, there we were,

wide open when they hit us.

So I gotta move fast.

Take her down to 3015

and scoot her through.

Is this Hesperus? -No, it's

not Hesperus. Hesperus was...

They're out there.

This time I'm ready.

- What was that? How?

- One of the others.

Who knows. It looked like

his face had been torn off.

Baelon, we're trying to figure this

out. You can't just fry off evidence.

- Quuhod, out the way, out of the way!

- Will the crystals hold?

- Wait, the others are coming!

- Cabren, there! Dameia, over there!

We lost the Commander.

He was no fighter. He had no business

being here in the first place.

There was nothing around.

Nothing at all!

Except these damn worm holes.

I hate worms!

Quuhod!

- Anything?

- I'm not sure.

Quuhod.

Guard the entrance!

I live and I die

by the crystals.

Use it!

We'll take that one. I want you each

to follow me at 10-second intervals.

- You a little tight?

- I hate it.

I must have gotten stuck

coming out of the womb.

I'd rather dance on top of this damned

thing than have to squeeze through it.

- Let's get out of here!

- Wait. Wait a minute.

It's like when Cos... -I

said, let's get out of here.

- Enough, Baelon.

- Enough?

What do you know of enough?

When have you ever had enough?

Just follow me.

Okay. We're with you.

Can you get a fix on it?

- Place anything?

- No, but it's not far away.

- Quuhod?

- I said follow me!

Why don't I go and

check on Quuhod?

- When you get there, stay together.

- Mmm-hmm.

With pleasure. I'll do anything

to get out of this place.

Sometimes I wish I was like

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