Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sure the search of the ship will come up with another few felonies.
"Thank you for the credits you forwarded."
Not a word. He comes up to Tracey, and Tracey's wearing the thing on his face!
- Are we hit? - That was too damn close.
Puts you about eight sectors away from your jurisdiction.
- I ain't going anywhere with you. - Nobody's going anywhere, private.
Why is it you didn't call in for backup?
Do not fear me. Ours is a peaceful race...
You sure as a hundred moons ain't gonna be pitching.
All that matters is I expect to be shuffled off...
Enclosed, to keep you warm in your travels.
we went to the war never looking to come back...
- Ow? - Everybody calm down.
and now I need you to carry me just a little bit further...
Everybody dies.
- You feeling a mite calmer now? - Yes, sarge.
All right.
I took them down.
- Cut him up? - Not just yet, thank you, doctor.
Then you panicked, brought the whole mess down on all of us.
but that buck knocked out our fore-couple.
Oh, and there's something in a jar.
I thought I was gonna die.
So you died and figured they'd stop looking for you?
It makes sense. Looking to feel alive out of adventure.
- I did. - Round them up, then.
When you can't run anymore, you crawl, and when you can't do that, well...
- That so? - It is.
You repping out as stone killers...
Five minutes from atmo.
Guess so.
Fly out of this canyon, let them board.
proof of alien life!
you and I really had a moment back there.