The Last Scout Page #5

How's the steak, Mike?

- Bitter.

- Oh wow.

Today I'm gonna have it medium

with peppercorn sauce please,

and a wine list.

Where's the wine list Edward?

Mmm, smells good.

- Wine.

- Wine?

Ah, nice bottle of Merlot...

Cabernet Sauvignon...

You don't know about

these things, but, you know.

Oh wow. This is amazing, Edward.

Dickins would be proud of this.

I can't wait

until it's your turn.

- I'll do it.

- You try doing something special

with unrefined protein

and carbohydrates.

You know what,

I'll happily take your shift,

Pete,

if you can prioritize fixing

my shower head.

Woah.

What have I told you

about removing it

from the mounting to, uh...

"test the water pressure"?

What are you

doing in that shower?

I gotta pass the time somehow.

Hey, hey, hey,

listen up real quick.

As you guys know,

we had to shut down the engines

to make some minor repairs.

Everything's fine,

just wanted to let you know.

Everything's good to go.

Sure.

Gunning the engines

for seven years

on a short range transport.

- Oh woah woah.

- Here we go..

We don't gun the engines.

We make this baby purr.

He's got one good point there.

These crafts were not made to go

the distance we're taking them.

Really?! Are you sure?!

Or comforts,

or privacy, or proper hygiene.

Or a decent work out regime.

No, we're getting

the pool installed next week,

you know that?

Yeah. Yeah, I've been meaning

to write a letter about that.

Yeah, the pilot seat needs

fixing too. It's kinda squeaky-

Everybody-

There's a lot of squeaky

stuff in the-

Woah!

Let's let the Captain speak.

I think he has something

to tell us.

Captain?

Ahh, we got the status

report in from the Utah.

As you know they are

the ship closest to us

and sent to scope

out sector 349G.

The planet they were targeting

came back negative.

So they've started their

final run back to the fleet.

- Lucky bastards.

- Right, I...

Listen, I know it's not good

news guys,

but we still have a mission

to do. It just means

we're going to be the ones that

get to discover the new Earth.

Seven years wasted.

Fourteen years

when they get back.

Everyone knows

these issues were a lottery.

Some people got journeys

twice as long.

Some people got trips

of one year.

They weren't even out

of comms range of the fleet.

Why couldn't I have been

on one of those f***ing ships

rather than this one?

I think we all

would have liked that.

The longer the mission, Gerry,

more chance there is

something going wrong,

and the less chance there is

of getting back.

Everyone knew that.

Everyone still knows that.

- Here, here.

- That's right.

We're looking good

for an old ship. Come on.

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