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[[Muon has finally returned to his feet.]]
Muon: [To Colonel Lionel Barker] Even if we gave you a ship, what makes you think you could fly it?
Lionel: Please. Your ships practically fly themselves, and they won't need maintenance within a human lifetime.

Nick: Those "data logs" you've been reading...
Lionel: [With a smirk] Yes. "Technical manuals" would be a more accurate term, but that would have given away my hand too soon.

Lionel: The way I reason it, no one will notice a single scout ship slipping away among the chaos outside, and by the time this battle ends, we'll be too far away to track down.

Lionel: [To Muon, as he levels the inertial variance gun at Nick] Now, if you please... clear a path between here and your shuttle bay, and have a faster-than-light scout ship fueled and ready by the time we get there... or else.