NARRATOR: Bristlecone, Mess Deck...
TREVOR: It's not fair!
TREVOR: I bet not one of those grunts has a single HALO jump to their credit.
So, do we give the ultimate high-altitude, low-open mission to the team that knows how to fly? "Hey, what about Trevor, who has twenty-two hundred hours of experience?"
TREVOR: Nope. "Trevor, you stay here where it's safe. We'll throw the angry blob out of the ship so we can study the marks he makes when he hits."
handbrain: XD20a
BARRY: It sounded like a bad blend of tedious and dangerous to me. I'm happy Tagon sent that team of bullet-sponges down first.
TREVOR: Tedious? Five hours of screaming descent, arcing through this spinning can like bats dive-bombing their way back down to Hell...
Thousands of klicks of blue sky, magnificent vistas...
NARRATOR: Two hundred kilometers away...
SCHLOCK: This thing needs a scraper. All I can see is mud and blood.
LEGS: All you're missing is the steaming chunks of gore, but I'll see what I can do.