Trooper: How, how can we face them... The Legions of Chaos...
Lieutenant: Trooper. Get yourself together right now!
Trooper: Yes, ma'am.
Mira: The other platoons are going to fall back towards the Bastion. Hold this position, or they'll be cut off.
Lieutenant: Greetings, Ultramarines.
Man 1: What is your situation, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant: As well as can be hoped, considering we are surrounded on all sides by the enemy horde.
Mira: We're heading back to the command post, Captain.
Man 2: And once again, we find the Orks in our path.
Trooper: Not for long.
Mira: There's a lift over here.
Jonah: Well met, Mira!
Mira: Jonah! I half expected to find a daemon chewing on your bones.
Jonah: Well, they'd spit me right out.
Lieutenant: Make your report, Jonah.
Jonah: The Greenskin have been pressing us hard, both down here and at the bastion proper.
Lieutenant: Get ready to fall back to the bastion. Do not engage Chaos forces directly until I get reinforcements down here to back you up.
Jonah: Aye, Lieutenant.