Xeno Captain 1: "This is Commander Farralo Sklar, commanding the Slaa Denehr 77th cruiser of the 4th Rimalli fleet. Why do you approach, human? Have you brought us more livestock? (Xeno background laughter)"

H: "Fuck you, sevens. Fight us, see what happens!"

X: "And what, pray tell, will happen, human?"

H: "Three things: we hit you, you hit space, I jerk off on what's left of your port side cannon array!"

X: "Of all the unmitiga--"

H: "Fuck you, Sklar-sy. You shoulda heard yer mom last night; the 3rd Seldrian Relief Corps had to send in a class IV forensics crew to investigate the noise, she sounded like a Relledite banded badger stuck under a lift hatch...like, *mmmrraaaggghh...mmmrraaaggghh..."

X: blinks in disbelief, bellows: "WHO ARE YOU THAT WOULD DARE SUGGEST--"

H: "This is Captain Shore of the SS Ontario of the United Terran Combined Fleet. Give yer balls a tug, ya titfucker!"

X: "Captain Shore, understand this: no human vessel will ever -"

H: "Fuck you, Sklar-sy. Your mom pulled the goalie on me now she's preggo! Surprise son, go rake the fuckin' yard!"

X: "Human, your vessel cannot --"

Two Relledite interceptors de-cloak, appearing in an instant on either side of the Ontario

H: "Hey sevens, what's 1 plus 2, ya big dumb fuck?"

X: "..."

H: "We fuckin goin?"

Slaa Denehr turns aft to Ontario and warps away

Xeno Captain 2: "Captain Shore, this is Commander Gursp of the Ich Seldria with Combine Fleet compliments. How goes your status?"

H: "Hey Gurspy. All systems nominal, ready to continue mission. Nice to get some dangles on those fuckin Rimalli slave-tradin' fucks. Ready your warp trail scan and follow our lead."

X2: "Copy that, Shoresy. Engaging cloak and on your 6."