Narrator: The freight shuttle "Quebec," callsign Romeo Papa Charlie one six, has just broken up.
Narrator: Debris, some of it quite large, is hitting the water where it disappears from local scans.
Narrator: Three of those large pieces of debris are actually combat drop shuttles, which will soon be inserted into the traffic here in lovely San Asimov.
Tagon: Okay, maybe some of us should have changed into these uniforms after the free-fall tumble.
Corporal Pibald: I'm fine. I just need a sponge.