Fenix: Delta to Hangar Deck, KR units...anyone down there? We've got to get those Ravens in the air.
KR-Zero-Three: Delta, this is KR-Zero-Three. My bird's intact, but my crew's down, I need a hand.
Fenix: Hang tight. We're on our way.
Dom: Ah, shit! You hear that? Sounds like more polyps!
Fenix: Ah, damn it! They're in the pipes! Clear them out! We got a pilot waiting! Polyps!
Byrne: Polyps! Fire in the hole!
Fenix: Could use a hand. Party's not over!
Byrne: Drudges. Back off! Revive me!
Fenix: You're good to go! Infected piece of shit! Prescott, you still there?
Prescott: I'm not dead yet, Sergeant, if that's what you mean.
Fenix: Just checking. I'd hate to lose you all over again. We're . . .
Man: It's been pretty hairy down here, Fenix. We lost a lot of men. And we still got two Ravens unable to lift off!
Fenix: It's okay. We'll take care of it.
Dom: Incoming glowies!
Fenix: Watch our flank. Drudges! Infected piece of shit! Come on, get that chopper out of here!
Man 2: The deck chief's dead. We can't raise the lift!
Fenix: You just worry about getting that Raven in the air! We'll take care of the lift!
Man 2: Okay. Thanks, Fenix!
Fenix: Minor delay, Zero-One. Got to clear some glowies first. Throwing frag! This'll do. Okay, let's get to the control room! Throwing frag! Bring it! One away, one to go. KR-Zero-Three, are you ready to launch?
KR-Zero-Three: I'm pinned down in Bay Three. I could do with a hand here!
Fenix: Hang tight. We're on our way. Lambent. Got one.
Byrne: Fire in the hole!
Fenix: Time to turn and burn. We'll be your new crew.
KR-Zero-Three: Great, soon as I start the engine, get the lift raised.
Fenix: Look out! Holy shit. What the hell's that?