Kevyn: Ennesby, take the tanks and the VDA and give us a few light-minutes of the perimeter.
Kevyn: Elf, Legs, and Shep, you're with me. Der Trihs, spread the rest of the company out by squads.
Kevyn: See, Gav, this time I'm bringing my bodyguards along. I'm not going to be held hostage by some dangerous military faction.
Gavclones: Um, yeah. I think right now you guys are the only dangerous military faction on the station.
Kevyn: It's almost relaxing.
Gavclones: Is that what you call this pit in my stomach?
Elf:
Shep:
Legs: