Ennesby: The UNS Battleplate Vredefort is hailing us, sir.
Kevyn: Our guardian angel.
Ennesby: Well, the cavalry.
Kevyn: Our fairy godmother.
Ennesby: Close air-support.
Kevyn: Deus ex machina.
Ennesby: Well, a Battleplate is a god-like machine.
Narrator: Damage control teams are on their way to the forth wall right now.