Man 1: Not much tidier than below, but at least we have the sky over our heads again. Our rendezvous point is this way.
Titus: What could the Orks hope to gain by slaughtering so many?
Man 3: Sow terror. Demoralize the militia.
Titus: Cruel, but effective.
Man 3: This was no strategy of war. For Orks, this was sport.
Woman 1: Medical supplies have been exhausted.
Man 3: Millions more of them.
Man 1: Our plan is unchanged. Get the inquisitor and the Power Source off world.
Man 3: Titus, if they take over the Manufactorium, we will have a damnable time getting them out.
Titus: We are Ultramarines, Orks are not a problem.
Man 3: If we had a week perhaps, but by then the Orks will have worked out how to dismantle the Titans.
Woman 1: Space marine recognized [inaudible 01:43].
Man 1: Ork rocket launchers on the high ground.
Let's get those Orks!
Don't mess with the Space marines!
Shoot me again!
Woman 1: Evacuation [inaudible 03:31] is no longer safe refuge. Remain calm.
Titus: The Xenos haven't left a single structure undamaged.
Man 1: Or unbloodied.
Woman 1: Worker access is unacceptable. [inaudible 03:51] take severe remedial training.
Man 1: Greenskins.
Space marines [inaudible 00:04:57]