Rhisha: We’re taking a beating out here! Where’s that signal from Greyhawk?

Scanner: Nothing yet, m’lady! It’s possible the plan has gone awry.

Rhisha: Typical.

Tel Nahee: Good. You are alive. I feared you might miss witnessing your final downfall.

Greyhawk: Perish the thought…

Tel Nahee: You are unlike any pirate I have encountered. You do not seem to be motivated by greed…

Greyhawk: I like that I get to wear these puffy shirts.

Tel Nahee: I suspect there’s an interesting story behind you, but I really don’t have time to listen to it. I will have to settle for just watching your story’s end… Take them to airlock three and dispose of them. The pirate can watch his ship being destroyed from a better vantage point.