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Only when I give you an order. |
It's amazing, us running into each other like this. Maybe it's fate. |
Maybe not. I heard about this crazy girl coming through the academy, solid math, a little wild on the stick, but a natural. When it turned out it was you, I made sure we'd run into each other... |
In simulation, my supervisors could never keep up. |
This isn't simulation anymore. Take'er out easy, cadet. |
Oh, yes, sir. Vector ? |
Twentyfive by five, roll seven. And don't exceed port speed. |
Or...? |
They revoke our flight status. |
Oh, I see... teamwork. |
Thanks. You read my mind. Third watch always seems to last forever. |
Oh, I don't know... Depends on who you are spending it with. |
Profile's wrong... there. |
No, I replotted the course. It's more efficient this way. |
Three weeks aboard a starship and you know it all, huh ? |
Hey, check it. |
You know I was talking to Captain, Deladier, and she said... |
Don't change the subject. Am I right ? |
Well, whad'ya know... |
Don't mess with the boss. So what'd the captain say ? |
She got a command... and she thinks we oughta team up officially and crew for her. She thinks we're good together. |
You and me, huh ? |
I want to be part of the best flight team in the Fleet... |
Me, too... Day and NightCycle. |
WHERE IS IT ? |
THERE ! GRAVITY FIELD... IT'S BIG ! |
It looks like an... asteroid. |
Everything coposetic, Lieutenant ? |
Zander, you remember Johnny ? Zander and I are a flight team now. |
Johnny, wait... |
Forget it, Carmen. The Mobile Infantery does a thankless, dirty job, so they naturally tend to be shorttempered, thoughtless and rude. |
Let's disregaed rank... Everybody hear that ? Rank is not an issue here. |
Zander, please... Let's go ! |
I was thinking. Maybe we should get married, Carmen. |
You weren't thinking...you were dreaming ! |
If we're gonna be a team, why not be a real team ? |
There's a war on. I want a command, I want my own ship, you do, too... |
So ? |
So who's got time to get married ? |
Fleet encourages marriages among flight officers. You'd probably get a promotion out of it. |
Funny... |
I'm not kidding. Marriage is |
No, funny there's almost no wounded at all. |
Hey, bugs don't take prisoners. |
Carmen...? |
Excuse me...! |
I'm sorry, Carmen. |
Please, I... Everybody's lost someone by now. This shouldn't be any different... |
No, I... Oh, Zander, I'm a fool. |
You're upset, that's alright. |
Where are you going ? |
A funeral. |
That girl who died on the way up ...his girl ? |
Yeah. |
How do you feel about him now ? |
I don't know, Zander. |
I do. |
I thought I was dead. Lucky for me you jokers showed up, eh ? |
It wasn't luck. Rico ignored the mission objective to rescue you... |
Is it true ? |
Zander, what are you doing ? |
Just giving you something to remember me by, baby. |
Zander, no...! |
You still haven't kissed her yet ? Don't lie. |
What's the hurry ? |
Others are waiting. |
Did you read her mind ? |
Don't have to... Some mating semaphore is pretty hard to miss. |
Yeah, but I want Carmen. |
You got it bad. |
Don't think about it... go on instinct. |
Ace of spades. |
Statistically speaking you should've accidentally guessed right by know. |
In addition to "psychic dolt" this test also proves I'm unlucky ? Two of hearts. |
How do you make him do that ? |
I gave him the impression that there was a fly crawling up my mom's leg. He is going to go eat it. |
Ten of clubs. You still gonna sign up for Starside R&D ? |
Passport to the Universe. Who wouldn't want that ? |
I've been thinking about applying for Federal Service, too. Fleet, maybe. |
Your father will never let you. |
I'm eighteen. It's my decision, I think I'd make a pretty good pilot. I've good great reflexes. You need that for maneuvering, you know. |
Only 1 in 14 male applicants make it through stellar navigation. So what do you think your chances are ? |
Eight point... no, uh, seven... |
If you can't do those numbers, you haven't got a chance. |
All I know is Carmen's going to be a citizen, and I don't think it'll work out for us if I'm not. |
Love... how excruciatingly pathetic. Now try and pay attention. |
I don't believe it ! |
I got Games & Theory. |
Please continue, Sergeant. |
Dizzy wouldn't want our tears. She'd want us to remember her... with a vengeance. So go out and kill a bug for Dizzy. Kill as many as you can. You are her revenge, and every bug you kill honors her death. |
Johnny, I'm sorry it had to be your unit on Planet P. That mission had a very low survival probability... |
Bugs laid a trap, didn't they ? |
Elegant proof of intelligence, isn't it ? We thought there might be a brain on P. |
You don't approve. Well, too bad. We're in this for the species, boys and girls. It's simple numbers, they have more, and everyday I have to make decisions that send hundreds of people like you to their deaths. |
Didn't they tell you, Colonel ? That's what cap troopres are good for. |
Hope you're ready for more. We're going back to P to capture that Brain. |
The Roughnecks are always ready, sir. |
I hear they need a new Lieutenant... Want the job ? |
I'll take it... until I get killed or you find someone better. |
You always told me you couldn't do human... |
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