Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-04

Are you coming?

The control room needs to be manned while we're in orbit. I also need to get the ship ready for reentry.

Go have some fun. I do need you back in fifteen minutes to get ready to land.

Since you have to stay here, there's not much you can do if I decide not to come back.

I could brake at five G's and peel you off the forward bulkhead.

Back in fifteen minutes! Got it!

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-07

MOUSIE!

I've got your mousie! You won't get him if you stay stuck to the floor!

Magnetic feet off! Cooling fans to maximum! I'm coming, mousie!

We're okay, mousie! The airbag deployed.

Cheater! It was your turn to be the airbag!

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-09

Give me the mousie, young Skywalker! I am his father!

No! Go, go, magnetic feet on!

Ha! Suffer the consequences of newton's first law of motion, Darth Sqid!

Still you underestimate the power of the duct tape side of the force.

I didn't underestimate the force. You lied about your weight!

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-11

Sam and Helix needed some time to play in micro gravity. It's good to let them have some fun up here.

I do wish they weren't throwing that mouse toy around. It's very distracting when it suddenly flies in front of a camera.

Still, as long as I keep myself belted in, I won't bash my nose against the view screen again.

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-14

That wasn't fifteen minutes!

We're in space. Isn't time supposed to slow down or something?

Even with relativity, fifteen minutes internal ship time is fifteen minutes internal ship time. Please come to the control room.

You're going to do what someone asks without threats?

Proper planning, Helix. I had her threaten me before I came here.

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-16

We're going to use atmospheric braking on this reentry. It will be good practice.

We're going fairly slow, we're close to an inhabited planet, and we still have reaction mass in our tanks.

In other words, we can recover if we mess up.

I prefer to say “We have a sufficient margin of error.”

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-18

Plasma heat shield has formed up properly. Shock wave looks good. Captain, you have the helm.

Nothing like a barrel roll at Mach six to get the blood pumping.

Even when you don't have any.

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Do a barrel roll, be a man! (KALDYH)

Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-21

Sam, there are old pilots and bold pilots, but no old, bold pilots.

Shows what you know. For my species, I'm already old.

When does your species die of old age?

Don't know. No one's ever made it.

Be the first.

What? And break tradition?

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-23

Captain, I would be happy if you would please refrain from further acrobatics.

Sigh. Okay, okay.

What's the point of falling towards a planet in a flying brick if you're not going to have fun with it?

Surviving long enough to get paid.

I admit you do make a very persuasive argument.

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Resupplying satellites
[!0.987]2010-06-25

We're home! Time to get paid!

Did…did you want to do an electronic transfer?

Never! Money should change hands! It should be felt with the fingers! Tasted with the facial tentacles! And finally, resting as a satisfied bulge in one's wallet.

Also electronic transfers don't give you any opportunity to loot the offices.

Well, no good captain should turn down an offered bonus.

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