Just Another Job - Part 2

[dramatic music] That counts. I'm up next. We keep shooting until someone gets in? Okay, okay. My shot. Can I sit this one out? No, you took your shot and now it's my turn. I didn't wanna play this game in the first place. From downtown. [basketball swooshes] Yes! I made the shot, and now I get to ask a question. Okay, my question is: what is your greatest fear? That's easy. Public speaking. Okay, Captain. Your turn. What do you fear? Lacy, you go next. Is that a command, Captain? Yes. Yes, it is. I once heard the story of a Confederation officer whose mind was uploaded into a robot. This was back at the dawn of the great expansion. His ship was damaged in a conflict with the Semians. We were at war with them back then. In his distress signal, he reported his ship had lost oxygen, the whole crew was dead. He'd lost both of his arms, the engines were damaged, and he was drifting into Semian space at quarter warp speed. That's your fear? The Semians didn't notice his ship. By all accounts, he is still drifting alone with no arms. How long ago was that? Over 100 years. It's one of the reasons the Confederation banned body uploads. Okay, Captain. Your turn. What's your greatest fear? Uh... [communicator beeps] It's Admiral Seahorn. [gasps] Ugh, what's that old dictator want now? I'm putting him on. [Communicator beeps] Hail Confederate. Hiyo, Command. How are things on the frontier, Captain? Chasing smugglers and policing aliens. The usual mess. I need you to recover an experimental power supply from the Harris Sector. Well, Admiral, we have quite a bit on our plate at the moment. We will compensate you with 100,000 credits for the experimental power supply, Captain. We're in the middle of an investigation, Admiral. You have one hour to give me your answer. Seahorne out. [communication device ends call] Do we have to take the job, Captain? Well, we're kind of overdue. But the Harris Sector, isn't that where the crew of the Alsina died? I believe so. Gather the crew, Lacy. Let's talk this one out. Captain, are you really considering taking this mission? It's a lot of credits. But the Harris Sector is crawling with pirates. Man, I haven't had a chance to whoop some pirates in months. That's a good thing, Pascal. We do need to consider both the risks and the rewards. [electrical buzzing] Whiskers, what the hell was that? [sighs] The plasma phase modulator is failing. I must have told you a dozen times. [electric sparks] Captain, if we don't fix that, we could end up stranded in deep space. How much do we have in the ol' piggy bank? We're broke. Captain, the risk of a pirate attack is significant. There are other ways to earn credits. Understood. What if we ask for double pay? 200,000 creds. Whiskers, is the risk acceptable at that price? Well, we could make a lot of repairs and even have something left over. All right. I'll call the admiral. [Communication device beeping] Hail Confederates. Hail Command. So, have you decided to accept the mission? Well, Admiral, we'd like to, but we need 200,000 creds to cover cost. The credits will be transferred. Godspeed, captain. Should we be concerned he agreed so quickly? Sounds like we should've asked for more credits. Pascal, set a course for Harris Sector. Aye, captain. Whiskers, run a diagnostic on our shields. Captain, we only have one missile in the launchers. Better check the missile too. If we only have one, it better be a good one.