The mercenaries' terashuttle. Think of it as an airtight box with life-support and no tv.
Captain's orders, Elf. I'm taking Der Trihs' armor command until he can return to duty.
Fine. Command. But let us use our tanks!
Ennesby already 'ported them out of the system. This platoon is shuttling back to the ship with me. Besides, with those feet, you won't fit in a minitank anymore.
Hey, the oversized feet are your doing.
Oh, and your tank got blown up.
Yeah, like that's a reason to ground me.