The Black Hole Page #2

He said there are old pilots

and there are bold pilots...

but there are very few

old, bold pilots.

She's tuned in on Vincent,

all right.

Grab my leg! My leg!

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

And that's got it!

Hit the boosters, Charlie. We gotta

make a run for that zero gravity.

He secured the hatch!

Good.

We can only make temporary repairs

here, Dan, and that's only

to the secondary line.

Unless we can replace the damaged parts

in the main regulator...

we're gonna lose

our oxygen supply.

Damn!

Dan, the tether's broken.

- I'm going after him.

- Stay at your post, Charlie.

What the hell are you made of?

- What if it were one of us out there?

- Vincent is one of us.

Reverse thrusters

and look for a place to set down.

- What's going on?

- That's what I'd like to know.

Like a tree

on Christmas morning.

Locking warheads

into firing position.

Hold it, Dan. They've got

to be friendly. They could have

blasted us right out of the sky.

Your side, Dan.

You got a picture down there?

- There are people on board.

- Just a shadow, Kate.

Enlarge, please.

There are people, Alex.

I know it. I feel it.

Docking elevator coming up.

Wonder why they didn't roll out

the red carpet earlier.

I don't know,

and I don't like it.

But they're calling the shots,

and we've got to repair this craft.

Dan, I'm sorry I blew my stack.

I guess we all have a soft spot

for the little guy, Charlie.

- Yeah.

- All right, let's bring her in.

Okay.

Bingo.

We have gravity.

Nice work, Vincent.

Out of the frying pan;

hopefully, not into the fire.

- Are you all right, Vincent?

- Nothing a hammer and a little

metal polish can't fix. Thank you.

Looks like

we'll have to go to them.

- Charlie, you'll stay with the Palomino.

- But you need everyone that's got...

- Charlie.

- Don't worry, Mr Pizer.

They also serve

who only stand and wait.

Vincent, were you programmed

to bug me?

No, sir, to educate you.

When I volunteered for this mission,

I never thought I'd end up playing

straight man to a tin can.

This place looks as if

it hasn't been used for years.

It's eerie. I feel like

a thousand eyes are watching us.

Vincent!

- Charlie, do you read me?

- Vincent, are you all right?

Weapons destroyed by laser fire.

No injuries. Hold your position.

Vincent.

- Are you sure you're all right?

- Down, but never for

the full count, Dr Kate.

- So much for the friendship theory.

- Come on, Harry. They could have

killed us if they'd wanted to.

Yeah, sure.

I don't like it when somebody else

pulls the strings, Captain.

Neither do I, Vincent.

Whoever's up in that control tower

is calling the shots right now.

Whoever or whatever, Captain.

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