Scene: Olivia's base.

[ Enter Olivia ]

Olivia:  Oh, I am in a quandary. This is not like me! But since Blake
arrived, I do not know what to do.

[ enter Malvolio, unseen, dressed in Desert Storm outfit, or Space
Commander gear. he's wearing mirror shades, and walks with a macho
swagger. also chomping on  a cigar, and maybe even grown a handlebar
moustache. probably carrying a gun. ]

Olivia:  He would not consent to lead us. Can he not see how worthy a
band we are?

[ Malvolio starts mugging massively behind Olivia:  posing with his gun,
saluting, pretending to kill things, and dropping/breaking his guns,
and so on. Olivia does not see this. ]

Olivia:  [speaking over Malvolio's antics ] He spoke not of his
purpose. What means this?  I have dreamed of serving Blake as he serves
freedom. If he will not stay to lead, then I must follow. Though it be my
live's work, I will leave my small band of rebels. Tis time they fledged,
and left the nest. I will follow Blake, on board the Liberator. I will be
sad to go, but have no fear.  Malvolio will guide them in their way. He
is a good man, a man to be trusted. Where there is chaos, Malvolio will
be the calm at the eye of the storm.

[ She turns, and sees him. ]

Olivia:  Malvolio?

Malvolio: I hear you're looking for a few good men.

Olivia:  we are still recruiting, this is true.

Malvolio: Federation's dead.  Rear echelon mothers all running around
like headless chicken, too busy to worry about a tinpot planet like
Illyria. You know what that means? A deficit in executive authority. A
negative quotient of supreme task dispatch. A principality without
a principle.

Olivia:  Pardon?

Malvolio: A power vacuum, baby. This planet needs a new government, and
we're it.

Olivia: Us? That way madness lies.

Malvolio: Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. Something is
rotten in the state of Illyria. I know what you're thinking. sure, we did a lot of work while
we were the opposition, but what about Federation lackeys in hiding? No
worries. I've got it under control. We'll root 'em out and take care of
'em. Ship 'em off to Cygnus Alpha, or something! And don't worry about
anyone trying to muscle in our our operation. I'll take care of it. Then
it'll just be you and me, baby.

Olivia: Friend, rebel, countryman --- [ Olivia grabs his ear. ] -- lend
me your ear.

Olivia:	So fair and foul a day I have not seen! Cygnus Alpha? To think I
trusted you.
		I have become such a fool
		To not see how you long to rule
		Your dream of power is purest folly,
		Malvolio, you're off your trolley.

[ drags him off with her ]