SyndieCyborg: Display a map

RedDwarf: SyndieCyborg, bring up a map, I'll load our tactical shit.
RedDwarf: Here's the zones we fucked them up at...
RedDwarf: And here, circling these, those are our goals.
RedDwarf: And here's us.
RedGiant: This kind of reminds me of when I got banned from the football team!
WhiteDwarf: I still hold the opinion that situation amounted to pearls before swine.
RedDwarf: Nearest exit to space cuts through cargo, so that's a goal.
RedDwarf: Could grab the cargo teleport beacon on the way through.
RedDwarf: So whatever team gets through there can double up, but it's gotta have our pilot.
RedGiant: Oh, I'd love to help out with that! I can sort of remember how to pilot.
RedDwarf: Oof, "sorta". We gotta make this a sure thing. Let's get someone else.
RedDwarf: Neutron, you've done a whole lot, but you're kinda underequipped now.
RedDwarf: Maybe you could be on pilot duty?
Neutron:
Neutron: Oh.
RedDwarf: "Oh?"
Neutron: I forgot why my shoulder felt so light.
RedDwarf: This has gotta be what it's like to have a stroke.
RedDwarf: One team for exit through cargo and beacon, one team for the chapel, one team for the vault.
RedDwarf: Okay, that's goals, now inventory check.