You Must Build A Stealth Boat III

You return, companions flanking you. Their awestruck expressions mirror yours when you originally stepped into the dock yesterday.

Jill greets everyone, and after a moment she says, “Well, we’ve got this baby as ready as she’ll ever be. Just needs a name.” ROOMBA speaks up, “MY DATABANKS INDICATE AN APPROPRIATE MONIKER FOR SUCH A FINE CRAFT SHOULD BE THE SPARROW.”

No one seems to disagree, so the SPARROW is christened.

“HUMANS, I ASSUME YOU HAVE BROUGHT SUSTENANCE AND FUEL FOR THE JOURNEY? I WILL REQUIRE SOME ADDITIONAL POWER AS WELL.”