Starchaser: The Legend of Orin Page #2

or you'll be swimming

with those two mandroids.

What in the hell are you doing?

Now start talking.

I came... from Mine...

Damn! I knew

you were a smuggler.

Where's your ship?

Ship?

Don't play dumb with me.

Nobody takes crystals out on foot.

Crystals?

- You know of the Mineworld?

- The what?

The world where I came from,

where we mine the crystals.

Who mines the crystals?

We all do. At least,

I did until I came up here.

Your tongue moves faster

than a water snake's, kid.

Everyone from here

to the Glass Nebula

knows that robots have done

all the mining for the last thousand years.

- What's a robot?

- Cut the crap!

Now I want the truth.

And fast.

- How in the hell did you-

- I'm not sure.

Yeah, well, thanks anyway.

Now beat it, kid.

I've got work to do.

Please! I need your help!

I promised Kallie

I'd come back for him.

Listen, Water Snake, I saved you,

you saved me. We're even.

Now beat it!

I beg your pardon?

I wasn't talking to you, Arthur.

They pumped up security.

Any sign of that patrol ship yet?

Arthur?

Are you talking to me?

Well, who the hell

do you think I'm talking to?

Well, why don't you

make up your mind?

Don't worry about the patrol.

I'll let you know as soon as I spot it.

Get away from me!

Damn starfly!

Hey, get out of here!

What are they?

They're pests, like you.

Dagg?

What is it?

The pyramid patrol ship

will be at your present location

in about 32.9 seconds.

Thirty seconds? Why the hell

didn't you warn me sooner?

I tried! But something

was fouling my signal.

Come on, there's a patrol coming!

- What's a patrol?

- Damn!

Well, don't just sit there, Arthur!

Blast those bastards!

"Keep the shields down," he says.

"There won't be any shooting."

Where is he?

He's not anywhere,

he's the ship's computer.

I wish you'd stop calling me a computer,

Dagg. It's so impersonal!

After all, your body's just a machine

made of flesh and blood.

How would you like it if I went around

calling you meat brain?

Strap yourself in.

Suit yourself.

Take us out of here, Arthur.

You could say "please," you know.

What is that?

That, my little Water Snake,

is where I'm about to do my business.

The largest rubidimite shipping complex

on planet Trinia.

What the hell did we hit?

Just the base security shield.

Damn! I never fly low enough.

...riding in eastern base.

Level 9,

prepare for tractor B boarding.

Sir.

We've got a low altitude unscheduled

entry coming in from the swamp.

Sounds like mandroids.

They're probably running out of body parts.

The gunners will enjoy

the target practice.

General alert.

All stations prepare

for minimal low level attack.

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