NARRATOR: Guarding the approach to the vault...
trooper: Daggermother, we killed this while you were talking to the mercenary.
DAGGERMOTHER: Nanomotile creeper?
trooper: Yup. I think it might have been sent to infiltrate the vault while we fought the CQ-101.
DAGGERMOTHER: Give me hard mag-pulses up and down this tube, and stay alert. If there are more of those, I want them dead. If there's something else, I want it dead too.
building: *printed* 14Y
trooper: It's a good thing we're here and not on the docks.
DAGGERMOTHER: You make it sound like we got lucky.
trooper: Oh... that's why you lied to the mercenaries about us being out of position.
DAGGERMOTHER: Hot Mess Response is much simpler when we're positioned to ambush the next hot mess.