"And up here, we get called away to grab some ancient artifact, and when we get back the communication block is up. One of the pilots was determined to make a powerdive onto the planet with her Gundam and start attacking, did you hear that? She didn't even know who to attack!" A hiss through her teeth, cut off by the insertion of some sushi.

"What a waste," she finally decides out loud. "You know that medical database we grabbed from them is encrypted? We might not get into it for months, if ever. And for all we know, all the great Galilee medical secrets can be cut down to 'clone patient, move memories, discard original'."

"Well, it's from all that work on the Vizsnunishne medical database. I know all the terms, I have copies of relevant articles and papers, and I could probably put something together step by step by rote. The equipment's here. But I'm not a genengineer by any means. It's the difference between being able to read and write, and being a writer."