I was wonderin’ when El Capitan was gonna get a chance to use his popgun.
Phasers on stun.
His head struck something, and darkness swirled over him.
I know how alone you feel… alone in all that cold blackness… but I’m there in the dark with you.
Tell me, did you run away from your parents, or did they run away from you?
“Dad,” I said, “I want to go to the Moon.”
“Certainly,” he answered, and looked back at his book.
I’m afraid you’re too late, son. NASA isn’t sending the monkeys anymore.
Younglings! You killed the younglings!
If they ever find out you are not of Earth, you will die. Keep your feet on the ground.
On the contrary – gravity is the foremost thing on my mind.
Professor, whatever possessed you to create a machine to reverse gravity?
In the interest of industry.
That’s about as patriotic as it gets around here.
At last they orbited Beta Colony, and she haunted Nav and Com for a glimpse of home. “There’s the old sandbox at last.”
“prepare for orbital bombardment”
Any war, in modern times, would have seemed strange enough. But a full-scale war between parents and children on a planetary scale was a little too much to grasp in all its implications in a hurry.
All right, this is it. These crummy aliens stole our parents, it’s time to show them what we’re made of. We’re tough, we’re mean. Darn it, we’re carbon based life forms! So, who’s going to kick buttocks?
“Mark’s a little guy, but not like you,” said Elena. “And he almost killed a man in Vorbarr Sultana with a kick to the throat.”
“I am too a Vorkosigan. The one who was trained as a deep-penetration mole and assassin. It really pisses me off when people underestimate me, y’know?”
I am Iron Man.