Dialog comparison

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DOS	UQM
In case you were wondering about me... don't worry. I'm doing fine! In fact, I just talked with the designers and they have assured me that the sequel will be all about me! Isn't that great! They said they wanted to move away from the warrior mythos and expand more into the healer cycle. This may be my big chance! The only thing I'm not sure about is the new costume they want me to wear. They said this one would be REALLY revealing.
Attention unidentified space vessel! Be warned! This slave world and its inhabitants belong to the Ur-Quan. I am Starbase Commander Talana of the slave planet Gaia. Your ship is not responding to standard Hierarchy identification sequences. You are therefore classed as Independent and... WHAT?! Is my monitor display correct?! Is that a human commanding that vessel? Who are you guys?	Attention unidentified space vessel! Be Warned! This slave world and its inhabitants belong to the Ur-Quan. I am Starbase Commander Talana of the slave planet Gaia. Your ship is not responding to standard Hierarchy identification sequences. You are therefore classed as Independent and... WHAT?! Is my monitor display correct?! Is that a human commanding that vessel? Who are you?
Hello again, pleasant Human. It warms me to greet you again.	Hello again, pleasant Human. It warms me to greet you again.
Welcome back, Earthling. What do you wish of us?	Welcome back, Earthling. What do you wish of us?
Yes, Captain?	Yes, Captain?
We're the Ethics Police. Justify that costume... Immediately!	We're the Ethics Police. Justify that costume... Immediately!
Huh? What ARE you talking about? This is the uniform of a Syreen Commander. The climate aboard this starbase is maintained at a constant 22 degrees C. What are we supposed to wear in here... parkas?	Huh? What ARE you talking about? This is the uniform of a Syreen Commander. The climate aboard this starbase is maintained at a constant 22 degrees C. What are we supposed to wear in here... parkas?
I am the right one for you, baby!	I am the right one for you, baby!
Ah, yes... I had almost forgotten the sophistication of human social graces. Manners were never the Earthlings' strong point, were they? Your species' undeniable appeal can be found... elsewhere.	Ah, yes... I had almost forgotten the sophistication of human social graces. Manners were never the Earthlings' strong point, were they? Your species' undeniable appeal can be found... elsewhere.
I am Captain	I am Captain
of the flagship	of the flagship
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Hello, Captain	Hello Captain
from the Starship	from the Starship
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We're... we're.. we're greatly impressed!	We're... we're.. we're greatly impressed!
So am I, Captain. So am I. Earthlings are so... so... earthy!	So am I, Captain. So am I. Earthlings are so... so... earthy!
But you haven't answered my question fully. Why are you here? Where are you from? Has the slave shield been lifted from Earth? Are the Ur-Quan finally defeated? Simply put, Captain...what do you want from us?	But you haven't answered my question fully. Why are you here? Where are you from? Has the slave shield been lifted from Earth? Are the Ur-Quan finally defeated? Simply put, Captain...what do you want from us?
We have come here to free you from slavery to the Ur-Quan!	We have come here to free you from slavery to the Ur-Quan!
Look friend, I appreciate your offer, but we don't want your help. Why? I'll tell you why because we're not going to do anything to antagonize the Ur-Quan. That's why. We may not like slavery, but it's a damn sight better than our alternatives. Below us we have a beautiful world... maybe it's not Syra, but at least it's a home. That's a lot more than we ever had before the War... before the Ur-Quan became our masters.	Look friend, I appreciate your offer, but we don't want your help. Why? I'll tell you why because we're not going to do anything to antagonize the Ur-Quan. That's why. We may not like slavery, but it's a damn sight better than our alternatives. Below us we have a beautiful world... maybe it's not Syra, but at least it's a home. That's a lot more than we ever had before the War... before the Ur-Quan became our masters.
To be honest, we need your help to destroy the Ur-Quan.	To be honest, we need your help to destroy the Ur-Quan.
Look Captain... I like you... even though you're an obnoxious human... I like you. In another time, we might have become good friends... perhaps more but that's a fantasy, and my job is dealing with reality. We're not going to do anything to jeopardize what we've got here. We've come too far... lost too much, to ever risk losing Gaia, our new home. Don't get all judgmental on me, Captain... you don't know what we've been through.	Look Captain... I like you... even though you're an obnoxious human... I like you. In another time, we might have become good friends... perhaps more but that's a fantasy, and my job is dealing with reality. We're not going to do anything to jeopardize what we've got here. We've come too far... lost too much, to ever risk losing Gaia, our new home. Don't get all judgmental on me, Captain... you don't know what we've been through.
Hey, baby... what I need is you!	Hey, baby... what I need is you!
Look. Human. Get this through your head. Under other circumstances, I might be interested in your antics, you're kind of cute but we've got a serious situation here and we don't have time to fool around. Our lives are at stake, and so are yours. If the Ur-Quan discover that you've been here I don't know what they will do to us... much less you! Now get serious... please.	Look. Human. Get this through your head. Under other circumstances, I might be interested in your antics, you're kind of cute but we've got a serious situation here and we don't have time to fool around. Our lives are at stake, and so are yours. If the Ur-Quan discover that you have been here I don't know what they will do to us... much less you! Now get serious... please.
What I need right now, is a Touch-o-Vision.	What I need right now, is a Touch-o-Vision.
Why only fantasize, Captain, when you can... no... wait a minute. What am I saying!? Look. Human. Get this through your head. Under other circumstances, I might be interested in your antics, you're kind of cute but we've got a serious situation here and we don't have time to fool around. Our lives are at stake, and so are yours. If the Ur-Quan discover that you've been here I don't know what they will do to us... much less to you! Now get serious... please.	Look. Human. Get this through your head. Under other circumstances, I might be interested in your antics, you're kind of cute but we've got a serious situation here and we don't have time to fool around. Our lives are at stake, and so are yours. If the Ur-Quan discover that you have been here I don't know what they will do to us... much less to you! Now get serious... please.
Talana, have you ever heard of the `Deep Children?'	Talana, have you ever heard of the `Deep Children?'
Yes, I think so. Aren't they part of the Mycon religion somehow? We have recordings of Mycon HyperWave transmissions from the War... pretty weird stuff. The Mycon just kind of.. rambled, never making much sense. They talked a lot about the `Deep Children', and `Spears of Light' but we couldn't ever understand what they were talking about.	Yes, I think so. Aren't they part of the Mycon religion somehow? We have recordings of Mycon HyperWave transmissions from the War... pretty weird stuff. The Mycons just kind of.. rambled, never making much sense. They talked a lot about `Deep Children', and `Spears of Light', but we couldn't ever understand what they were talking about.
What if I told you that Mycon Deep Children shatter planet crusts... like your Syra?	What if I told you that Mycon Deep Children shatter planet crusts... like your Syra?
What?! What did you say?! Human, you had better not be joking. Syra is not a subject for Earth humor. Now what do you mean, shatter planet crusts? How? That IS what happened to Syra, yes, but we presumed it was a natural cataclysm... a meteor. Do you have proof that it was something else... these Deep Children?	What?! What did you say?! Human, you had better not be joking. Syra is not a subject for Earth humor. Now what do you mean, shatter planet crusts? How? That IS what happened to Syra, yes, but we presumed it was a natural cataclysm... a meteor. Do you have proof that it was something else... these Deep Children?
I don't have proof YET, but I am certain the Mycon destroyed your world.	I don't have proof YET, but I am certain the Mycons destroyed your world.
Captain, if what you say is true, it would turn my universe upside down. You have no sorrow to match what each of us Syreen feels every day of our lives when we remember what we have lost... Syra... our Eden. The very idea that the Mycon, or any alien race, may have been responsible for Syra's destruction fills me with BURNING RAGE!... then I want to lash out and STRIKE the viewer! It it were true, none of us here would rest until we had avenged ourselves on the perpetrators. We would find some way to leave this starbase, locate our starships, and hunt down the evil monsters! Captain, if you ever gather proof of what you say, you MUST inform us immediately. but until then... do not mention the subject again. It is too painful.	Captain, if what you say is true, it would turn my world upside down. You have no sorrow to match what each of us Syreen feels every day of our lives when we remember what we have lost... Syra... our Eden. The very idea that the Mycons, or any alien race, may have been responsible for Syra's destruction fills me with BURNING RAGE! If it were true, none of us here would rest until we had avenged ourselves on the perpetrators. We would find some way leave this starbase, locate our starships, and hunt down the evil monsters! Captain, if you ever gather proof of what you say, you MUST inform us immediately. But until then... do not mention the subject again. It is too painful.
I have proof the Mycon Deep Children destroyed Syra.	Talana. I have brought proof that the Mycon Deep Children destroyed your world Syra.
Let me see this proof, Captain!	Let me see this proof, Captain!
We found these egg sacks on a shattered world.	Look at these fungal egg sacks. We found them near a crustal puncture on a shattered world.
Great gods! These fragments... they are IDENTICAL to the debris we found near the punctures on Syra! We never guessed that the fragments might be organic! To have survived re-entry!... nothing organic would remain!... unless UNLESS, it was genetically constructed for this purpose! AND ONLY THE MYCONS POSSESS THIS CAPABILITY!! We will make further tests. Genetic comparisons. Compositional analysis. If what you have suggested is true... THE MYCONS WILL PAY DEARLY FOR THEIR CRIMES!!! Now LEAVE US, Captain! We have work to do.	Great gods! These fragments... they are IDENTICAL to the debris we found near the punctures on Syra! We never guessed that the fragments might be organic! To have survived re-entry!... nothing organic would remain!... unless UNLESS, it was genetically constructed for this purpose! AND ONLY THE MYCONS POSSESS THIS CAPABILITY!! THE MYCONS WILL PAY DEARLY FOR THEIR CRIMES!!! We will not sit here and do nothing while the Mycon fiends are free to roam the galaxy, perpetrating their evil. You wanted our cooperation in fighting the Ur-Quan. You've got it... provided you first help us seek our revenge against the Mycon race... help us to destroy them!
So, Commander Talana, what are you doing here?	So, Commander Talana, what are you doing here?
When the Ur-Quan conquered us, over twenty years ago I was only a young girl living in Habitat Thirty-One. My older sister, Diani, was a starship officer in the Space Patrol she was part of the final defense at Raynet... she didn't make it back. When the Ur-Quan caught us in open space, we all thought we were going to die but then, instead of killing us, the Ur-Quan offered us a choice we could join the ranks of their combat thralls, or we could be slave-shielded on our homeworld. Like the people of Earth, we chose peace. We became fallow slaves. When the Ur-Quan told us to return to our homeworld, we explained that we had none. Ur-Quan Master Nine explained that they had encountered this situation before and if we would provide them with a list of our requirements they would use their extensive astronomical data-stores to find a planet for us! So we told them about Syra... about the color of its sky... about the abundant, varied lifeforms about the fertility of the soil and seas. Less than an hour later, we received a terse message from Master Nine we were to proceed to these coordinates and disembark. This was to be our new home. I don't know how, or why, but our new world, Gaia, was everything we described, and more. We'd been searching for a home planet for seventy-five years and in the end, it was our enemies who gave one to us. I grew up on a small island off the main continent, and like all my people we lived each day under the sick, red glow of the slave shield. When the Ur-Quan arrived seven years ago to refurbish and recrew this starbase I was selected as the new commander.	When the Ur-Quan conquered us, over twenty years ago I was only a young girl living in Habitat Thirty-One. My older sister, Diani, was a starship officer in the Space Patrol she was part of the final defense at Raynet... she didn't make it back. When the Ur-Quan caught us in open space, we all thought we were going to die but then, instead of killing us, the Ur-Quan offered us a choice we could join the ranks of their combat thralls, or we could be slave-shielded in our homeworld. Like the people of Earth, we choose peace. We became fallow slaves. When the Ur-Quan told us to return to our homeworld, we explained that we had none. Ur-Quan Master Nine explained that they had encountered this situation before and if we would provide them with a list of our requirements they would use their extensive astronomical datastores to find a planet for us! So we told them about Syra... about the color of its sky... about the abundant lifeforms, about the fertility of the soil and seas. Less than an hour later, we received a terse message from Master Nine we were to proceed to these coordinates and disembark. This was to be our new home. But our new world, Gaia, was everything we described. We'd been searching for a home planet for seventy-five years and in the end, it was our enemies who gave one to us. I grew up on a small island off the main continent, and like all of my people we lived each day under the sick, red glow of the slave shield. When the Ur-Quan arrived seven years ago to refurbish and recrew this starbase I was selected as the new commander.
So what happened to you at the end of the war?	So what happened to you at the end of the war?
When we first met your people, we'd been wandering through the stars for almost seventy five years ever since the death of Syra... our home planet. We joined your Alliance, and I use the word `joined' loosely, because we had no other choice. The VUX were raiding our slow Habitat columns, and we had nowhere else to go. We fought for survival, Captain. Nothing more. When your people on Earth were defeated, the Alliance just plain fell apart. The Yehat and Shofixti retreated to their native stars and didn't want us to follow. The Arilou, those creepy little weasels, just plain bugged out -- vanished leaving us alone, with nowhere to go, smack in the path of the oncoming Ur-Quan Armada. What were we supposed to do? Fight? Two-thirds of our Habitat fleet was unarmed! Many aren't even super-luminal. We were going to be annihilated if we resisted, and we knew it. When the Ur-Quan surrounded us and started giving orders that all ended with, `Or Die!' we took them at face value. We obeyed. In exchange they gave us Gaia, the planet below. It's a beautiful world, Captain. I wish I could show it to you. So don't misunderstand me. We love our freedom as much as anybody else but we've got a good life here, and we don't want to lose it.	When we first met your people, we'd been wandering through the stars for almost seventy-five years, ever since the death of Syra... our home planet. We joined your Alliance, and I use the word `joined' loosely, because we had no other choice. The VUX were raiding our slow Habitat columns, and we had nowhere else to go. We fought for survival, Captain. Nothing more. When your people on Earth were defeated, the Alliance just plain fell apart. The Yehat and Shofixti retreated to their native stars and didn't want us to follow. The Arilou, those creepy little weasels, just plain bugged out -- vanished leaving us alone, with nowhere to go, smack in the path of the oncoming Ur-Quan Armada. What were we supposed to do? Fight? Two-thirds of our Habitat fleet was unarmed! Many aren't even super-luminal. We were going to be annihilated if we resisted, and we knew it. When the Ur-Quan surrounded us and started giving orders that all ended with, `Or Die!' we took them at face value. We obeyed. In exchange they gave us Gaia, the planet below. It's a beautiful world, Captain. I wish I could show it to you. So don't misunderstand me. We love our freedom as much as anybody else but we've got a good life here, and we don't want to lose it.