Nok: It's been a while.
Tivk: Here we are back on Shuttle 1. Why did it take so long to get back to basics?
Doc: Let's see, you started a civil war on Nodens ...
Mukh: They were using stunners! It was a very civil war indeed!
Tivk: Quiet. There's still an ongoing investigation.
Doc: Crashed a robot dog during temporal research, nearly killing Riasi, and possibly altering our timeline ...
Mukh: That was Shavetail's fault! He couldn't keep his eyes off Riasi's ass.
Doc: And you crushed a number of security vehicles at the Liberty Starbase Planetside Mall.
Mukh: They were asking for it!
Tivk: A clear logical response to abuse of power. Restricting parking on an arbitrary basis.
Doc: It was their job ... and their mall!
Nok: They had ... nice balls there ...
Nok: The ball pit. In the food court?
Mukh: I love balls!
Nok: We're not keeping up with the NBE.
Doc: Nuts! Can we project a course for it?
Doc: Mukh, have you found any further information on this type of NBE?
Mukh: It's a pretty piddly-shit sort of entity able to control a single mind. Obviously a low tolerance for pain.
Nok: L'Rre made short work of it. Why follow?
Doc: It might encounter someone less able to resist it.
Tivk: Oh. Hu-mans.
Doc: Why do you even keep us around?
Tivk: You keep showing signs of improving.
Mukh: I love humans!
Doc: ... we love you back Froggy.
Nok: Course projected ... laid in.
Meanwhile, on the mighty Cruiser Tesla, we find our daring hero and his plucky AI facing a mystery in the making ... (end scroll)
Lt: Is the transcript system still malfunctioning? (he asked testily.)
Lt.: When I find the smart ass who hacked the system I'm going to kill him! (he snarled testily.)
GAIA: Hahahahahaha! (she guffawed.)
Lt.: A little help? (he asked more testily than before.)
GAIA: Sorry my wifi is back but I can't hack any ship systems till I'm off my probationary period. (she answered tossing her luxurious hair luxuriously.) Snrrrrk! Hahahahaha! (she giggled.)
Lt.: Oh stop it before you snort lubricant out your nose.
GAIA: <SPLORT> Hehehe ... hey ... aren't you going to fix this? (she asked
Lt: Why? it's working fine! (he retorted.)
GAIA: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Hey, I think my laughter app is malfunctioning ... (she whined.)
Lt.: Hey there he is! Dog! Here Dog! Here boy! (he pleaded.)
Dog: Nrrrrrrrrrr. (the cur snuffled piteously.)
GAIA: Whined? I don't whine! (she whined.)
Lt.: Sure you do. Dog ... he's staring at that locker. I hate it when dogs do that. Do a scan. (he snapped.)
GAIA: Scanning ... cold spot. EM flux. (she said operating the scanner with a deft motion.)
Lt.: NBE! The Exec was afraid of this. The damned thing fissioned before it left.
(Indeed. I'm also hacking your transcript bots for laughs.)
GAIA: Looks likely, Schaeffer.
(You know what? I'm tired of this! Screw the both of you!)
Lt.: Dog's on the move!
Dog: Woof! Woof!
GAIA: ... and our NBE!
(Girl 'bot toadie!)
Lt.: Tell Ma'am to sound general quarters! We still got a ghost onboard!
(Bring it meat bags! You too chip witch!!)