Baird: Whoa! Nasty! Those little shits can dig under cover! Did you see that? Flank them! Marcus, flank right! I'm hit! Flank right!
Flank them! Nice!
Marcus: Who's next? Lock and Load!
Baird: Down in front! Boomer!
Cole: Ah yeah! I got enough for all of you! What's the matter? Not feeling good?!
Marcus: Sweet! Nice! You want some? Whoopee, we found the circus parade...
Cole: Shit! They look like giant turkeys!
Marcus: Whoa, they've turned them into catapults. Man, those grubs are twisted!
Baird: More grenades, look out! Okay, one down, but there's still two more out there! Let's take them out before they destroy what's left of the ship!
Cole: Damn! That turkey's accurate! How the hell do these grubs think of this freaky shit?
Baird: That's two! Shit, Brumak!
Cole: Gobble, gobble, gobble motherfucker!
Baird: We're clear! Move out!
Marcus: All right, people, let's find them! I need Prescott alive.
Baird: All this going on and we're worried about Prescott?
Man: Prescott knows where Marcus's dad is. Whoa, that's going to be one ugly can of worms.
Marcus: Save your strength, Baird. I'm going to need you to recover a message for me. Ah! Come on!
Baird: Enemy reinforcements! Grenades! Look out! Incoming frag! Damn, that kid's got some balls. We're coming, Jace!
Jace: Hey! The cavalry finally showed up!
Marcus: Let's get down there.
Woman: Oh thank God, anyone got a hemostat dressing? I'm out. Dom, give me a hand. Press down here and hold it. Don't expect too much conversation. One lung is collapsed. His chest cavity is filling up.
Marcus: Can you hear me?
Prescott: I hear you, Sergeant... Where is that chat you promised me?
Marcus: Where is my goddamn father?
Prescott: The disc... Azura.
Marcus: And I'm supposed to know what that is?
Prescott: No, it's a research facility. He's been working there. Queen Myrrah captured it days ago.
Marcus: God damn you! Where is Azura?!
Woman: Marcus. Come on.
Prescott: Encryption. That old bastard. He'll be furious.
Woman: He's gone. Maybe there's something else in your father's message. We've got to find a data reader.
Carmine: Who was he talking about?
Baird: Hoffman. The bastard is Hoffman.
Marcus: Spit it out.
Baird: Look, Hoffman has been hanging on to that data disc he stole from the Prescott back on Vectes. All those goddamn months I spent trying to crack the encryption for him, we still didn't have a frigging clue what was on it. Well I bet it's the data on Azura and that unlocks it. We have to get it to Hoffman and crack that disk.
Woman: But he's at Anvil Gate. That's a hell of a long journey, Marcus.
Cole: I hate to interrupt, people, but we got visitors!