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                   ❝Captain,         I wager you’ll want to put a little                    more      faith     in me the second you realize                    that   the   only   thing   separating  you  from  a                    possibly bloody death such as being        torn               to pieces  by an ancient alien relic conceived                    by  an  ancient  alien  culture  right  now  is me                    doing my work as a translator.            And who                    knows     whatever      mistakes      a      piqued                    translator          is         going         to         make?

                   So,            Jack, how about you stand back over                    there and just...         let me do my work without                    waving  you r gun  in  my  face  while  I’m  trying                    to read these hieroglyphs.              It’s just a tad               distracting.                                                     And that’s bad.

                                                    Very bad. ❞

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Ian Dury - Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll (1977)

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                                            "I’m terribly sorry, but you might not have noticed                                             that dying wasn’t ment to be part of my agenda                                             today. Not to say that I don’t respect your                                             enthusiasm; au contraire, but I promise you, if you                                             decide to make the Mako jump one more time, I’m                                             going to vomit on you.                                             G l a d l y."

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"Since it's your sorry ass who's asking——

                                       ( which leads me to believe that you've either just                                         thought about doing it or actually managed to do it )                  ——I'd say high enough to warrant a shift in behavior and manner                  of speech. Afterall, I wouldn't recommend apologizing to a                  Hanar in first person.                  ——then again, I'm not sure if having you act as a diplomat really is                  a good idea. Your kind of diplomacy is probably the kind to start wars.

  ’ Okay so Doc I’ve got a serious question. 

            If I pop hanar what is the likelyhood of their toxic goo-crap poisoning my sorry ass?’ 

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        "Well, I can't claim you don't know how to make         a lasting impression. I can already feel my body         beginning to hurt by the mere thought of what         you're going to make us go through today. And          I wear twice the amount of armor you do.

                                                          ——Jack?                                                          ...there I was, thinking it's a personality                                                            thing, but it's probably just the name.

    ’ Welcome to ass-kicking 101. The name’s Jack, and I’ll be your teacher for the evening. If you have any complaints, re-direct them to the Fuck Off department. Located on the far end of a short loading dock. ‘ 

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                                              "Hey!                                                I heard that."

“Fuggin' nerds.”

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                                                    "I don't think I've ever seen you play                                                     by the rules before, Commander. You                                                     didn't happen to catch any "foreign space                                                     sickness" out there, did you?"

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                                            "You and the b o y s as in 'hormonally                                             challenged adolescents lacking confidence                                             which the believe they can gain by stealing                                             lunch money and lurking in the hallways to                                             terrorize intellectually superior classmates?'"

                                            "Well, sounds like you and your boys are exactly                                             the kind of guys that I and my boys used to                                             plaque by spitting in their coffees everytime                                             they didn't look as they were too occupied by                                             talking n o n s e n s e in an attempt to prove                                             their dominance.

                                            —here's yours, by the way."

                         “See, during my teenage years———

                  ————me and the boys used to beat up                                  a guy that looked exactly                                  like you do now.”

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"Well, I'm—no!

                                                          —you're the moron!                                                          Give me another chance.                                                          I wasn't ready."

            “You’re acting like a moron!                        Besides, it wasn’t even that hard.”

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                                                           "Ow!"

                                                            "You hit me!"

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                                          "I'm fairly certain that I'm now obliged to scold you                                           and say that you're a terrible human being and that                                           you should be ashamed of yourself.                                           Personally, though, I'm more amused than appalled.

                                          —and very, very confused about how you even                                           managed to do that."

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  "No, not like Casear! Like, like——"

He is in s u c h a rage; hands rising upwards to gesture vividly in aggravation; digits clutching the outlines of his hat to tear and drag; he is beginning to lose track of what he means to say; he feels like he is talking to a wall, so thickheaded and habitual, so self-assured and— arrogant. He feels like jumping and strangling this man and he feels like a child; he is worked up, but J a c k isn't and all it does is to incite more and more anger. "What are you even trying to——why, in god's name, are you such a stubborn oa—?"

And then—— "Thank you! Finally!——"

—— he just stares in silent surprise, features drawn into a frown and teeth biting down onto his tongue. Slowly, very slowly, livid stance and mimic diminish upon the words which so acridly strike him, from the mouth of this unswerving monolith. Shoulders lifted in aggression, muscles tensed with strain and then it all drops and his chassis grows calm and motionless. He knows their numbers; he knows what is at stake. He speaks with the authority of a leader and Daniel knows that he is right; and then he knows again why he is in charge. Through the division of his teeth, first word coming out with the spite that his former sentences have carried, before his tone begins to match his stance. And his words are sincere.

"—thank you, Commander."                                                  So he is off to make every minute count;                                                  he is approaching so very slowly; his voice                                                  loud and clear and his gestures are those                                                  of someone coming in peace and in submission                                                  - he knows their rites and culture and he                                                  uses everything he can call upon in the heat                                                  of the moment.                                                  But he knows he was wrong when he feels                                                  a bullet graze his shoulder and he falls                                                              backwards with a yelp. And really, he'd laugh at                                                  the irony if he weren't so caught up in                                                  tearing himself out of his s h o c k.

Crucifixion?

                    Like Caesar?                                           Unlikely. Not only too much effort; too many extremities. And you now how finical they’re about the Geneva Conventions.

Doctor, do I need to remind you of how very precise I do not give a fuck about what a bunch of philistine idiots sitting on their cheeks all day theorizing actually wants and what not?

If the only argument you’re capable to muster is because my mommies and daddies allowed me to, don’t expect me to endanger the physical integrity of my crew. Your college friends might have jumped at your very word, I get that much, but we ain’t lab rats — this is the field, and in the field, it’s a soldier’s turn. No hypothesis, no experimental phase, no time to think, only action.

Do you believe you’re able to decide — under pressure, within seconds — about the future of approximately 95 good and brave men and 78 good and brave women?

Do you believe you’re able to step in front of their husbands and wives and children and inform them that you made the wrong decision?

Do you believe you’re able step in front of their husbands and wives and children and inform them that you made the right decision, but mom or dad still won’t return?

Because I don’t think so.

You’ve got fifteen minutes.

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                                  "No. No you aren't."

                                  "Technically, you already failed the moment you                                   decided to destabilize the ship’s core to get enough                                   energy to reactivate the ship’s primary engines,                                   although, that could have worked, hadn’t you                                   been so keen on dismissing the big red flashing                                   button which ment to tell you that it’s overheated                                   already.                                   —which now leaves us with a ship right in front                                   of the enemy brigade and about to experience a                                   nuclear meltdown.                                   —which, by pushing that button, you’d not only                                   initiate, but also combine with gas leaking inside                                   every room to decontaminate the ship.                                   If you are planning on taking the enemy ship                                   down by exploding right in front of them, I’ve got                                   to tell you that – while your plan is very creative                                   Commander – I  doubt this would count as a                                   successful mission.                                   Did you even spend a single second studying for                                   this?

                                                      ”It’s been forever since I last                                                       operated the engine simulator.                                                       I mean, I wasn’t ready.                                                       Restart that goddamn thing.                                                       What happens if I do this?”

                                                                              …                                                       “I’m not going to pass that tech                                                        test, aren’t I.”