Wing Commander Page #4

What are you doing

on the flight deck?

Getting acquainted

with our new surroundings.

Good job, B.

We're on the ship

five minutes...

and you're already hitting

on our wing commander?

How was I to know?

She's just another

tight-ass C.O.

Who cares? Let it go.

Now I'm gonna show you

how to make friends.

How you doing?

Allow me to introduce myself.

Lieutenant Todd Marshall,

and my close personalfriend...

Lieutenant Christopher Blair.

Ladies and gentlemen, take note.

This man happens to be...

the second-best pilot

on this hunk of junk.

Just who are you

calling the best?

- Now, that's a secret.

- Shh. Watch this.

There's two ways to find

that out, mister, uh...

uh, Lieutenant Hunter.

First way involves you trying

to kick the sh*t out of me.

And the other way?

Forbes?

We're on stand-down.

One won't hurt.

Well, it may even help, huh?

Here you go, mate.

Allow me.

You got balls.

- You should see 'em.

- Mine are bigger.

I've been told

size doesn't matter.

She lied.

Do you know what, Hunter?

I would have taken

the third option.

Really.

I would have kicked his ass

first, then drank his scotch.

Oh! Touch.

Message on-line.

Playback in progress.

Jay,

I'm gonna have to be brief.

The Kilrathi took Pegasus.

They may have her Navcom A.I.

By the time this communication

reaches you...

they will be

twenty-three hours...

from the Charybdis jump point

and Earth.

Confed capital ships

are headed home now.

The Concordia battle group...

will only be able to make it

in twenty-five hours.

I'm ordering the Tiger Claw

to the Charybdis quasar.

You are to use

any means necessary...

to gather information as

to the Kilrathi whereabouts...

capacity, and plan of attack.

I need intelligence, oldfriend.

Use Taggart.

He knows this space

better than any man alive.

He can get you

to Charybdis quickly.

I don't like it.

What don't you like, Paul?

The disk came to us

on the Diligent...

entrusted to a Pilgrim

half-breed.

Sendfor this Taggart.

Why don't you take

his castle...

with your little horsey?

Check...

Mate.

So, there's a brain

behind that mouth.

Yourfriend

always this talkative?

No, he just made

the fatal error...

of mistaking

our wing commander...

for your average grease monkey.

Listen, all I did was sit

in Commander Chen's fighter.

Lieutenant Commander Chen?

Bossman?

You're talking about

a bloke that never existed.

I'm pretty sure he did.

He... never... existed.

Now change the subject

quickly, pal...

before I change itfor you.

You got a problem

with my friend, Mr. Hunter?

Yes, I do.

That means

you got a problem with me.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

Well, you're gonna love this.

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