Andromeda, Third Season

Andromeda (Monitor):
We have arrived in Heimdall. I'm detecting several Genite scouts within our combat radius.

Tyr:
Still licking their wounds, no doubt.

Beka:
No doubt. And I'm more than happy to dump a little salt on them. Andromeda, offensive missiles, all tubes, full load out.

Andromeda (Monitor):
Offensive missiles are approaching the Genite formation.

Beka:
Have they seen us yet?

Andromeda (Monitor):
That is uncertain.

Tyr:
The suspense is killing me.

Beka:
Oh, it's not the suspense that's gunna kill us.

Harper:
Yeah, well, the suspense already owes me a fresh pair of shorts.

Andromeda (Monitor):
The Genites have detected us. They're firing.

Beka:
Defensive missiles; PDLs on standby!

Andromeda (Monitor):
Incoming hail from the Genites.

Genite Commander:
You clearly didn't get the message the last time. I'm afraid you've left us no choice but to explain it to you-in excruciating detail.

Andromeda (Monitor):
The Genites are still with us, and more of them are inbound.

Beka:
You know, you can never have too many Genites inbound. Time to slipstream.

Andromeda (Monitor):
Awaiting your order.

Beka:
Consider yourself ordered. Let's get the hell out of here.