|
. | [Vila runs into exercise room to tell crew that Blake has
changed course from Del 10, a rest stop, to PK118, an unknown
small asteroid; they rush onto flight deck to find out what's going on.] |
Vila: | What about Del 10? |
Jenna: | What about the beta particles? |
Blake: | They can wait. |
Jenna: | But why this asteroid? |
Avon: | Zen, details of destination. |
Zen: | Asteroid PK118, diameter of 0.102 spatials. It was removed
from Seeren orbit 5 years ago for Hurite ore extraction. Mined out
in 2 years and discarded in Beta region. Life support system
installed by mining company, presumed still functional. |
Jenna: | Blake, what about Del 10? |
Avon: | Why are we diverting to some discarded rock? Any reason, Blake,
or just a whim, a guessing game perhaps. |
Blake: | Priority mission. |
Avon: | Whose? |
Vila: | Why? |
Avon: | Objective? |
Blake: | I command this ship. |
Avon: | Do you indeed? |
Jenna: | You lead. We don't take commands. |
Vila: | You've always explained, given us reasons for things. |
Avon: | When he had any. |
Blake: | This time I choose not to. |
Jenna: | Blake, if you.. |
Blake: | Why not just try trusting me. [leaves] |
Cally: | What is this priority of his? |
Avon: | Exactly. He's used a number of ploys to get his way, but
"Just try trusting me." That's weak even by his standards. |
Jenna: | But why? Is he sick do you think? |
Vila: | What? |
Avon: | Space fatigue? |
Cally: | No symptoms of hallucination. |
Avon: | Well, he's certainly not normal. Not even for Blake. Let's find out.
Come on, Cally. |
. | ... |
|
Cally: | Are you alright? |
Jenna: | He's a hard man to rescue when he doesn't want to be rescued. |
Avon: | More to the point, are you yourself? |
Blake: | What happened? Why aren't we at Del 10? What's going on, Avon? |
Avon: | Why don't you just say, "Thank you." nicely. |
Blake: | Well, what are we all standing around for, or is the federation disappeared?
Our problem is to find Star One, if you hadn't forgotten. [leaves teleport area] |
Avon: | I'm sorry to have to inform you that he is himself, alright. |
. | ... |