#nirub'et

Nirub’et: Is--is she going to be okay?

Tarkav: Who cares? She will die soon enough on Alpha Ceti VI. Good work, Nirub’et.

Nirub’et: She--she will die? The Ambassador said--

Tarkav: The only thing that matters is that she learns. An what did you learn, chud?

Nova: Fu-fuck you.

I once drank a ton of soda in a single night. I wanted to pull an all-nighter for some stupid reason.

(Okay, for full disclosure it was to beat Zenith's high score in a video game.)

I don’t resist at first. There’s no point.

Tarkav: (in an unintelligible language) Only a couple of more after this, then we return home.

Nirub’et: (in an unintelligible language) I am glad, Tarkav, but I hope our contact does not cease.

Tarkav: (in an unintelligible language) My wish is the same, Nirub’et.

I don’t need to know whatever language they’re speaking to know that they’re flirting.

Nova: Put me down!

Tarkav: Shut up, or I will order Nirub’et to shoot you again.

Nova: You’re going to get me off this ship, got it?

Tarkav: Follow me.

Syne  & Nirub’et: (speaking in an unintelliglbe language) Alex Tan should be here soon. Make sure someone welcomes him.

Yes, Ambassador.