Galaxy of Terror Page #4

Baelon, see 'em and shoot 'em.

(GRUNTS)

You!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

Ahhh!

(SHUDDERS)

(SCREAMS)

(SOBS)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

(SIGHS)

Kore. Listen,

have you seen the Captain?

What's that?

A book.

- A real book?

- Here. Yeah.

Uh... No, no, that's okay.

Oh, yeah.

Have you seen the captain?

Funny. She doesn't answer on the comm

either. I can't find her anywhere.

- This place rattles me.

- Don't let it.

- Huh?

- I said don't let it.

Come on.

We'll locate the good Captain.

Quuhod?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ahhh!

(GASPING)

- Same room.

- Cabren.

Now, don't start up

with that again.

This is Dameia calling the Quest.

Dameia calling the Quest.

Come in, please.

Captain Trantor.

Are you there?

Dameia, calling the Quest!

Please be there.

(GROWLS)

Kore? Ranger?

Dameia, calling the Quest.

Ranger?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

(SCREAMS)

(WAILING)

(GASPING)

Hey, wait a minute here.

All the overrides are...

(CANON FIRING)

That's one of the

retro-cannons.

Retros? You can't fire

those cannons planet side.

It's a space-only weapon.

They'll destroy us.

(BEEPS)

Our good Captain has us

on emergency manual.

It's a last-ditch fail-safe.

Listen, Kore,

maybe we could...

Kore?

Kore?

Come on,

you Hesperian bastards. Fry!

Fry!

Trantor! Stop!

Stop!

Flight Officer Second Class Trantor,

Second Hesperus Expeditionary Force.

Best Holo-shuttle

player of the fleet.

- How do you know that?

- I am Eremun.

Weapons System Coordinator on

the Romulus. Do you remember?

Cook. (CHUCKLES)

A spy!

- You spy for them, Cook.

- You were just a kid.

But you were the hero

that day, Trantor.

You were magnificent.

You saved my life.

You lie.

I was the only one,

the only... (SOBS)

What? Where is it?

Where is it?

The screen does not lie,

Trantor. Listen to me.

There is no attack.

Listen to me, Trantor.

There is no attack.

There is no attack.

Trust me.

Oh. (SIGHS)

No.

No.

You see. You see,

the screen does not lie.

Kore! You okay? Somebody hit

me outside of main control.

I haven't seen anyone.

(BEEPS)

Where's the Captain?

(TRANTOR SCREAMING)

(ALARM BEEPING RAPIDLY)

The airlock.

- (MOANS)

- (SCREAMS)

Vapor locks are sealed.

Security scans all clear.

So, maybe we're safe.

I don't know.

They're like snipers.

Picking us off, one by one.

The way they're appearing

and disappearing,

they could be

moving through dimensions.

But there's no sign

of dimensional distort.

Well, it's obvious there are

no survivors from the Remus.

Let's fix the

ship and go home.

You forget the field

that pulled us down here.

What makes you think

we can lift out of it?

I won't go back

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