Narrator: Corporal Hank 'Hob' Obscromble just blew a hole in the Chev dome to free his friends. Dispersing the poison gas that was killing the amorphs.
Kevyn: Daylight! Everybody into the breach, now!
Nick: Sir, lady emily is down!
Kevyn: What happened?
Nick: Dunno. She just collapsed when the pipe blew.
Kevyn: Argh! Stupid, stupid, stupid! She's unarmored. The overpressure may have killed her. Don't move her... Wait for evac.
Kevyn: We ought to get these amorphs into the open. Where's hob?
Nick: I thought he was with you.
Kevyn: No, that was before his primer dudded. He went back to the bomb to... To...
Kevyn: Oh no.
Nick: Sir, we've got tanks inbound!
Kevyn: The good news just keeps rolling in. How many?
Nick: Six. No, wait... Four. Hand on, um... Two? No, I don't see any now.
Kevyn: What is it? Active camouflage?
Nick: Umm... no. Close air support.
PDCL:
Lady Emily: