| Alex Rogan: |
When did the hanger go up? |
| Grig: |
I told you, when Xur attacked. |
| Alex Rogan: |
And, where were the starfighters? |
| Grig: |
In the hanger. |
| Alex Rogan: |
You mean they're dead? |
| Grig: |
Death is a primitive concept. I prefer to think
of them as battling evil, in another dimension. |
| ----- |
| Grig: |
I've always wanted to fight a desperate battle,
against incredible odds. |
| ----- |
| Centauri: |
So long, Alex! Have fun! May the luck of the
Seven Pillars of Gulu be with you at all times. |
| ----- |
| Grig: |
Remember, Death Blossom delivers only one massive volley
at close range . . . theoretically. |
| Alex Rogan: |
What do you mean "theoretically?" |
| Grig: |
After all D.B. has never been tested. It might
overload the systems, blow up the ship. |
| Alex Rogan: |
What are you worried about Grig?! Theoretically
we should already be dead! |
| ----- |
| Starfighter Video Game: |
Greetings Starfighter. You have been recruited
by the Star League to defend the frontier against Xur and
the Ko-Dan Armada. |
| ----- |
| Lord Kril: |
It takes more than a scepter to rule, even
on Rylos. |
| ----- |
| Starfighters: |
Victory or death! Victory or death! |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
[I] thought you were dead! |
| Centauri: |
Me, die, and miss all the excitement? |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
There's no fleet, no Starfighters, no plan.
One ship, you me, and that's it? |
| Grig: |
Exactly. Xur thinks you're still on Earth.
Classic military strategy: surprise attack. |
| Alex Rogan: |
It'll be a slaughter! |
| Grig: |
That's the spirit! |
| Alex Rogan: |
No, my slaughter! |
| ----- |
| Ko-Dan Officer: |
What do we do? |
| Lord Kril: |
We die. |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
I didn't mean to step on your, uh, whatever
that is. |
| ----- |
| Centauri: |
I must congratulate you on your virtuoso performance,
my boy. Centauri is impressed. I've seen 'em come, and I've
seen 'em go, but you're the best, my boy. |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
Terrific. I'm about to get killed a million
miles from nowhere, with a gung-ho iguana who tells me to
relax. |
| ----- |
| Centauri: |
I invent the game, find the kid, drag him up
there, and he doesn't wanna be a Starfighter. I give up. |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
We did it. |
| Grig: |
Yes, we actually did, didn't we. |
| ----- |
| Centauri: |
And, as the poet said, "The rest is history." |
| ----- |
| Grig: |
Earth isn't a formal member of the Star League,
and isn't due to be approached until it matures. |
| ----- |
| Grig: |
Charge! |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
Store's closed, Mister. |
| Centauri: |
I'm not here for cigarettes or bubble gum,
my boy. |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
Back to sleep, Louis, or I'm telling Ma about
your Playboys! |
| ----- |
| Alex Rogan: |
Hey, you look like me! |
| Beta: |
Of course I do, I'm the beta unit. |
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