Starchaser: The Legend of Orin Page #2

- What's a patrol?

- Damn!

Well, don't just sit there, Arthur!

Blast those bastards!

"Keep the shields down," he says.

"There won't be any shooting."

Where is he?

He's not anywhere,

he's the ship's computer.

I wish you'd stop calling me a computer,

Dagg. It's so impersonal!

After all, your body's just a machine

made of flesh and blood.

How would you like it if I went around

calling you meat brain?

Strap yourself in.

Suit yourself.

Take us out of here, Arthur.

You could say "please," you know.

What is that?

That, my little Water Snake,

is where I'm about to do my business.

The largest rubidimite shipping complex

on planet Trinia.

What the hell did we hit?

Just the base security shield.

Damn! I never fly low enough.

...riding in eastern base.

Level 9,

prepare for tractor B boarding.

Sir.

We've got a low altitude unscheduled

entry coming in from the swamp.

Sounds like mandroids.

They're probably running out of body parts.

The gunners will enjoy

the target practice.

General alert.

All stations prepare

for minimal low level attack.

Sighting frequencies

are locking on to us, Dagg.

I hope you've got

a good plan this time.

Give 'em a light show, Arthur.

Not that again!

The last time we tried decoy laser fire,

I got my aft panels vaporized!

Arthur!

Heads up, kid.

- I told you it wouldn't work.

- What's happening?

Just a little welcoming fire.

Hang on.

Oh, great!

They've got an atomic watchdog

sitting right on the doorstep.

Damn!

We need more muscle!

I've got to find a way

to knock it out.

And there it is.

Touch!

Stow it, Arthur.

We're not home free yet.

Blasted Security Section!

Why don't they ever tell anybody

about their damn drills!

Keep an eye on the kid, Arthur.

Don't let him out of your sight.

I'm not a babysitter, you know.

Okay, guys.

Just the way we practiced it.

Number One, you lead.

Excuse me, sir,

I'm Number Three. He's One.

Never mind!

Let's move it!

Hit the deck!

Damn! They've strengthened

the access doors.

You got any bright ideas

how we can get through that door?

Sorry, sir. I'm programmed

for tactical, not engineering.

Bargain robots! Damn!

Arthur!

Get off your butt and fly underneath

that Marcabian transport ship.

And no back talk!

That's good. Now open

the upper cargo doors.

This better work.

Move, and you're dead.

Zygon!

- Arthur.

- Yes?

Take us down.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

You see, I'm programmed

to respond only to-

I said take us down!

Consider it done.

The penalty for

rubidimite smuggling is death.

You!

Kid, no!

We've got to get back

to the ship if we can!

No! I'll kill him first!

Get down, kid!

Who the hell ordered this drill?

Come on, kid!

This is our ticket out of here.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Take your human hands off me!

Get us out of here,

Arthur, fast!

It is him.

The Kha-Khan has returned.

You'll never get away with this.

Crystal smuggling

is an interplanetary offense.

And so is kidnapping.

Stop that! You have no right

to go probing around inside me.

You don't want me

because I can't see.

Don't leave me, Orin.

I'll die without you.

If there's a world above,

I'll find it for you, Elan.

Arthur, where the hell

are the personality circuits

on these G-2 fembots?

According to the "Internal

Schematics Manual"

of the G-2 class

government service fembot,

all personal characteristic circuits

are located in her-

In-

You're definitely looking

in the wrong place.

Well, where are they?

They're in her... posterior.

You wouldn't dare.

Help, help!

Why do you risk your life

stealing crystals?

Because, my little Water Snake,

the tax collectors of this galaxy

turn an honest worker into a slave.

Rubidimite crystals are the main source

of fuel for the Bordogon fleet.

There.

That should do it.

Hi.

That's more like it.

Has anyone ever told you

that you're awfully cute for a meat body?

Security ran a crosscheck

on the make of that space cruiser

along with the description of the pilot.

- His name is Dagg Dibrimi.

- Good.

I'll take it from here.

All units, security code red.

Name-Orin.

Target is young, male,

human, carrying a golden hilt,

traveling

in civilian service class ship, type H,

registered to Dagg Dibrimi.

Use any means to locate.

Once you have the hilt,

the boy is to be vaporized.

Kid, this is Toga-Togo,

the thickest den of thieves

this side of Bordogon.

When are we going to Trinia?

I've got to find the blade.

Fat chance, Water Snake.

I've got my own business

to take care of.

Then let me out.

I'll find my own way back.

You'll walk, huh?

Fifty million miles

through a vacuum?

Stick around, Water Snake.

That blade of yours may be right here.

Let's have

those landing lights, Arthur.

Keep an eye

on the Starchaser, Arthur.

And if anyone

goes near the cargo hold,

you have my permission

to blow them into stardust.

Where are we going, Dagg?

I'd rather not tell you.

It's a surprise.

Well, this is where we part.

I hope you find your talking blade.

But what do I do?

Where do I go?

Figuring that out, my little Water Snake,

is what life is all about.

225 once, 225.

Who'll give me 250?

250. Do I hear 250?

I don't have 250.

You, how about getting those heads

together and giving me 250?

No 250? All right,

225 once, 225 twice, sold!

Z'Gork! I'd like you

to meet a friend of mine.

G-2? Where'd you get

a government fembot?

Never mind that.

How much for her?

No!

On consignment?

Don't touch me.

Fifteen percent

of whatever she brings.

I'll be back in an hour.

Don't waste your tears

on me, honey. You'll rust.

Here. Look.

Dagg, my friend!

It has been ages!

Not long enough, Magreb.

Some men are honest,

some men are thieves.

Only Dagg Dibrimi is both.

What brings you

to the slums of Toga-Togo?

- Money.

- What else?

I've got a load of crystal

hot off the pyramid.

- How much?

- Twenty tons.

Half a million, and it's yours.

For you, I pay special price.

Two hundred thousand.

Take it or leave it.

Looks like I'm not the only thief

in Toga-Togo.

There'll be a ship

waiting to pick it up

in the Vagee Desert

at noon tomorrow.

One of my nosey men

thought they saw you

with a young boy this evening.

My girls do not excite you anymore?

You know what to do.

Fortunes?

Futures revealed?

Five starbacks.

You are lost, yes?

And are searching

for something of great meaning.

Yes! How did you know?

How does the flower

know to bloom?

How do the stars know to shine?

Can you tell me

where I'll find the blade?

Such is not an easy task.

But I believe I can help you.

The path to your goal

is paved with danger.

It is uncertain

whether you have the strength

to survive such a journey.

Tell me, please!

You will find

what you are looking for

in the darkest regions

of the Novaluna rain forest.

Thank you.

No! Let me go!

Don't!

Silica?

- Please!

- Come on, honey, this won't hurt a bit.

That's five starbacks!

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