The - Orville

Ed grabbed Dr. Fen by the shoulders. “How do we get it to spit us out?”

A moment of profound silence fell over the group. Then, everyone turned to look at Bortus, who had just transported down to assist. In his hands, he held a half-empty bottle of his favorite beverage.

The Orville plunged into the amber haze. Inside, the cloud was less a digestive system and more a chaotic, slow-motion tornado of space debris and regret. They found the science vessel, the Sagan , its hull coated in a sticky, glowing goo. The Orville

Ed couldn’t argue with that. He leaned back in his chair. “Helm, set a course for the nearest bar. I need a drink that doesn’t taste like a war crime.”

“It’s… eating,” said Chief of Security Alara Kitan, her brow furrowed. “It’s not attacking. It’s just really, really hungry.” Ed grabbed Dr

“Activating,” Kelly said.

Kelly smiled. “Because every other ship in the fleet would have tried to negotiate with it or shoot it. You? You made it throw up.” Then, everyone turned to look at Bortus, who

Bortus looked at the bottle, then at the desperate faces around him. “You are asking me to weaponize… Pepto-Abysmal?”

Kelly clapped a hand on his shoulder. “It was a noble sacrifice, Bortus. We’ll have Gordon replicate you a case of something.”