Personnel deployed to combat zone:
- Ensign Myst Rose
- Ensign Jack Harkness
- Ensign Princeps Augustus
- Able Seaman Michael Nesmith
- Able Seaman syd
- Able Seaman Spencer Tracy
- Able Seaman Owen Harper
- Seaman nos
- Seaman Armin Shimerman
- Seaman Siegfried Farnan
- Seaman Guido Talbot
- Seaman Parson Gotti
Yana (via remote link): This is one of their big fish, people. Exercise extreme caution - we don't know what kind of nasty surprises they have in store for us.
(WHIRR-CLUNK)
(CLUNK CLUNK CRUNCH)
Myst: Well, I know one right off the bat - we landed right next to it!
Princeps: Holy shit, we did at that!
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Nesmith: And, hey, look at that - an Eek, ripe for the plucking!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(KSSHOW)
syd: Oh, HELL no bitch!
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(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Nesmith: I'm going to head around towards the front of the vessel.
Yana: syd, Princeps, Myst, cover him.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Myst: FIRE IN THE HOLE!
(WHABOOM)
Nesmith: He's still standing!
Princeps: Not for long!
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Princeps: See?
(WHSS-THUD)
syd: GRENADE!
(WHUMPF)
Nesmith: Will you look at that, the Eeks blew a hole in their own damn sub.
◊ They really did us a favor!
Myst: Don't get cocky. There's one hiding just around the corner.
(WHSS-THUD WHSS-THUD)
(WHUMPF WHUMPF)
Tracy: . . . Did those Eeks just waste two grenades?
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Nesmith: Yup. And I see both of the throwers.
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Tracy: Good. Kill 'em.
Nesmith: With pleasure.
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Nesmith: One down.
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Tracy: I can't get a bead on the other.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Nesmith: YAUGH!
(PSHHEW-THWUD)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Tracy: Take THAT, you bastard!
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(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
syd: There's one on the ridge overlooking the Triton. Wonder why he's staring off into the distance - has he been smoking something?
Princeps: Who cares? Kill him already.
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
(PSHHEW-TWHUD)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
syd: Th'hell you do that for, Tracy? That Eek was mine!
Tracy: Hey, don't look at me. The gun went off by itself.
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syd: Sure it did.
Yana: Will you two stop bickering? You're like an old married couple!
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Myst: Contact. Taking the shot.
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Myst: Eek is down. Oh, and I've found the main doors.
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(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
nos: Got another Eek outside the ship. Taking the shot.
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
nos: No dice. Tracy?
Tracy: On it.
(PSHHEW-THWUD)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Tracy: Got him.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Princeps: Whoa, shit, where'd he come from?
Harkness: Who cares? Let's kill him!
(THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Princeps: Sneaky git.
Harkness: Sneaky, DEAD git.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Harper: Hey, Tracy, you dropped your spare clips.
Tracy: Thanks, Owen. I hadn't even noticed they were missing.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(WHSS-THUD)
nos: GRENADE!
(WHUMPF)
nos: *blows a raspberry at the alien* GREEN EEKS CAN'T THROW!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(WHIRR-CLUNK)
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Myst: I'm inside the ship. There's an Eek on the next level up.
Yana: Myst, do not engage. Wait for the rest of the team.
Myst: Copy that.
(PSSHOW-CRACKLE)
Tracy: Eek in the crater!
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nos: I see him. FIRE IN THE HOLE!
(WHSS-THUD)
(WHABOOM)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
nos: That got him, but good.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Yana: Myst, Princeps, Harkness, and nos - you're all in position by the main entrance, right?
Myst: Yessir, we are.
Yana: Okay, people, I want you to load fresh clips before you breach.
(CH-CHK! CH-CHK! CH-CHK! CH-CHK!)
Harkness: We're fully loaded, sir.
Yana: GO!
(WHIRR-CLUNK)
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Harkness: CONTACT!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Princeps: Got a dead Eek in the engine room.
Myst: Negative for contact.
nos: Negative contact.
(PSHHOW-CRACKLE)
Harkness: Got a shooter up those stairs!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
nos: Not anymore!
Yana: Looks like he was the last one. Good work, people. Now bring that thing home!
