That's right, you mothers! Run!
Not if we can help it, Sergeant.
Extract the Chief, and return to In Amber Clad!
Roger that.
Status?
Sir, the Prophet is bugging-out. Request permission to engage!
Negative, Commander...
I'll vector two heavies for star-side intercept.
Ma'am! Slip-space rupture off the target's bow!
It's going to jump! Inside the city!
There's no time, Sir!
Green-light. Green-light to engage!
Punch-it! Get us close!
Ma'am, without a destination solution...
We are not losing that ship!