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Transcript
Panel 1:
Narrative Text: Several hours later... Sping-Spang-Spoogie.
Panel 2:
Lieutenant Hylia: I've made contact. As we expected, they're refusing direct communication.
They are, however, transmitting beaming coordinates.
They appear to be outside a palace structure in their largest city.
Panel 3:
Grayson Talbot: All right, Commander! Are you ready for this? I know I am!
Commander Dale Zurkett: Why, again, did you pick me for this? Aren't you the master diplomat?
Talbot: Yes! But I am a mere civilian. We need Starfleet's muscle and perspective, too.
I can't go making promises you can't keep, now can I?
Dale: I guess not. But the Commodore--
Commodore Jeffrey Bannister: That's true. I could--
Talbot: Ah, but you're a flag officer. There's much less value in kidnaping Commander Zurkett than yourself.
Should such a thing occur.
Panel 4:
Dale: Oh, I like this plan.
Jeff: Oh, I'm sure they wouldn't try anything like that.
They're not showing any hostile movies, right?
Panel 5:
Lieutenant Commander Natashia Starrat: No planetary shields detected. And only the one Warbird appears to be in orbit.
Lieutenant Zack LeRoux: RIght, yeah... and Romulans never have extra invisible ships that we can't detect.
Panel 6:
Talbot: You know, we could really use a third perspective. I believe Officer Starrat here is well-versed in the political situation here?
Natashia: I... well, yes.
Jeff: Good, take her along!
Panel 7:
Talbot: Oh, one last thing... Bridget has been so helpful since I got here.
Could you spare her a little longer? I desperately need a competent assistant.
Jeff: Oh, um... I guess so. As long as she's not gone TOO long.
Talbot: Never fear! A few days at the most. I have great confidence in this team.
Panel 8:
Talbot: To Sping-Spang-Spoogie, my friends! And to history!
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