Sadly, there’s not much left of Kyton’s asteroid belt. Even the biggest, baddest robots are no match for prototonic bombs. I had a line I was toying with that I just couldn’t work that went something like, “You’ve met Lil’ Ajax, well, the forces of Ohm are about to meet his cousin Big Ajax!”

But we move on to Mr. President, Executive Deputy Sleath, and their poor, unsuspecting crew. Prez is in a bad mood, and he isn’t putting up with excuses… Alas, poor [Science Officer] Yor’k, we [hardly] knew him.

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