Marcus: Out of ammo.
Jace: They've got reinforcements!
Marcus: Hold them off! They're going to blow up that fuel!
Jace: They're roping down. Drop them!
Marcus: Guards! Looks dead enough to me.
Anya: Bye-bye. Almost lost me there.
Marcus: Come on, people. The meter's running! Sam, you doing okay?
Sam: No, I'm not. And neither are you.
Marcus: Yeah. That's about the size of it.
Sam: But we'll keep going.
Dizzy: Well, that will get us to Azura. Okay, now find me a rotor. You know what you're looking for, right?
Marcus: Yeah. Big, heavy, round thing with fan blades.
Marcus: Take it!
Jace: Engaging! You want some? They're coming in under the doors! More Wretches coming in!
Jace: Marcus, the doors are opening!
Marcus: Oh, yeah!
Sam: I'm out.
Anya: I'll never get this stain out now.
Jace: Marcus, more turrets.
Marcus: Those old shells...
Anya: Enemy reinforcements!
Marcus: ...are going to be pretty unstable by now.
Sam: Order up.
Jace: Yeah, let's send them a wake-up call.
Marcus: Eat it! All clear.
Jace: Hey, there's a lift over there. Let's try looking up top.
Anya: Almost lost me there!
Jace: Who's next?
Sam: I'm out.
Anya: I'm out.
Jace: Here come those gasbags again!
Marcus: Eat it!
Sam: Cheers. Guards!
Marcus: This will do.
Jace: Ink out! Crap. I'm out.
Marcus: I need ammo. Oh, yeah!
Anya: Ain't so tough!
marcus: Nothing but bits! Come on, we've got to keep looking for that damn rotor.
Jace: You know, what we need to do is find the maintenance area.
Sam: Well, that looks promising.
Jace: Yeah, if that's a maintenance bay, then they probably got our rotor.