DoytHaban: Let's review our assets, in case we are without a ship to return to. We've got eight heavy tanks, four mini-tanks, and a light transport, all teraport-capable. We have six special forces grunts with assorted light and medium ranged weapons, and a special forces sergeant scrounging for replacement weaponry.
DoytHaban: And for currency, we have one flag-brass prisoner.
Aanders: The U.N.S. does not negotiate with terrorists!
DoytHaban: Who tells us he's worthless, so we'll just leave him here to wait for the star to explode.
Aanders: You could sell me into slavery, though.
Elf:
Brad:
Der Trihs: