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Raptor Niner-zero-niner.
Interval check, you are a go for launch.
Thrusters engaged, dradis is green, I see them.
- Raptor's away. - Open fire.
We're down two planes. We can't keep them bottled up any longer.
Toasters bought it.
Those poor bastards are outnumbered ten to one. They'll never make it.
Fire the nukes!
At this range we may not clear the blast.
Do it!
I can't frakin see anything.
Okay, contact!
Look out, guys. I've got two...
No, three bandits! Two klicks and closing.
Wait, wait, wait!
I see 'em! Seven o'clock high!
Copy that, Kirby, I'll follow your lead.
Better take us down. Betting those things can't handle in atmosphere.
Roger that.
Launchers are jammed!
Then take us in, we'll trigger them manually.
Affirmative!
These clouds are hiding a lot of crap. This is not gonna be easy.
Now he gets humble.
Just try to get us down in one piece, Husker!
Distance to target two klicks.
Then take us in.
We'll trigger them manually.
Give me manual override on the nukes.
You have it.
Distance is 1500.
Brace for contact, my friend.
A nuke just went of.
I've lost
dradis contact with the Syrius and the Base Star.
Keep a grip, kid.
Bandits right up our asses! We're gonna have to get behind them.
I can do better!
Coker get on that tail gunner. Try to hit something this time!
You worry about the flying, I worry about the shooting.
I got one!
I frakking got one!
We're all right!
Godsdamnit! Guys a little help here!
Please! We're getting our asses kicked.
Got him!
- He's on my six, I can't shake him! - Wait, I see him!
Dolores is down!
I'm hit!
Evading!
I'm sorry, Coker.
- I'm going home. - Repeat, Kirby. I didn't copy that.
I'm going home.
Kirby!
Kirby, what the frak?
I'm out of ammo!
Coker, where is he?
- 200 m and closing! - Good!
Hydraulics are shot. I'm losing attitude control.
We've lost the left engine!
Just find a safe place to land!
Com's shot and the nav system's a mess.
If I can get that left engine back on line, I could get her off the ground.
No way, there's too much damages.
Only way out is to get Kelly to her rendezvous.
Rendezvous ? Are you nuts?
You know how many people died on that ship?
I'm talking to you! Do you know how many people?
Typical crew compliment of an Orion class ship is about a hundred and fifty,
not counting the pilots.
Let's for fun count the pilots, 'cause I'm pretty sure they're dead too,
Get your things. We're moving out.
No, Husker, we ain't going anywhere unless I frakking say so!
- I'm getting tired of that name... - If the shoe fits...
And I'm really getting tired of this frakked-up attitude.
You need to soldier up and stop whining like a gutless short-timer
That's it? One week out of flight school and you're calling me yellow?
You want to go home?
The fastest way to do that is to find those Marines.
I can pinpoint the location of their transponder
using my encrypted tracking device.
Alright?
They're gonna have their own extraction plan. We can piggyback with them.
I don't see any alternative.
This bird kept me safe for years
and I frakking hate leaving her like this.
I know.
Signal's strong ahead.
They should be here.
We're still getting signal?
- Are we? - Yes.
The transponder's here.
What happened to these guys? These aren't gunshot wounds.
Transponder's still broadcasting.
We found the recon team.
That's it. We've found them, they're dead.
This mission is a bust.
I'm going back to the raptor.
Well, this has been a real treat. But I think it's time we get out of here.
Any takers? Let's go!
Beka?
- Cocker? - Here.
Beka, where are you?
Down!
We're down here.
You're OK?
Oh, is he OK?
Welcome to the party?
If that was your attempt to the rescue you got a E for effort
- and a F for frakking it up. - You don't appreciate crap.
How are we gonna get out of here?
What the hell is this?
There's gotta be another way out here.
What was that? Did you see that?
What are these holes?
- There's something in the walls. - What?
- The frak was that? - The walls we're fraking talkin about.
What was that?
What the frak was that?
Cocker are you bitten?
Yes I'm frakking bitten.
- What is it? - I don't know.
Get it of me!
- I can't get a clear shot. - Hold still.
Get it off of me.
Shot the motherfrakker!
You're late.
Are we cool, with this thing?
Don't worry tough guy, it's as dead as the one down below.
You must be captain Ramirez?
Do I look like a Ramirez?
Captain's on ice with the marines.
I'm all that's left. Toth, Tech Sergeant, Demolitions.
- I was thinking you wouldn't make it. - We almost didn't.
What the frak are these things?
Toasters have been
using this planet to test track cyborg critters:
half machine, half organic,
and very hard to kill unless you have the right weapon.
It's very...
good eating, though.
- How long you've been here? - You don't want to know.
No, thank you. Maybe later.
I'm alright for now.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't get here any quicker after I saw your signal.
Speaking of which, who's got that bitch?
Right, now... we won't get any more company.
- That how they found your unit? - Toasters didn't find them.
We were breaking camp.
Captain send me up to recognize the neighborhood.
and when I got back, well...
the demons had ambushed them.
Frakking abominations.
Whole war's a frakking abomination.
Ain't that right flight boy ? Ain't that right?
Ain't that right, frakker?
Sergeant, please. I assume you've been briefed on my mission.
How long to get us to my objective?
Storm's gonna get worse and you don't wanna be caught out here when it does.
Plus, there's a Toaster patrol and they see better in this crap than us.
I'm sorry, but I've got a timetable. I can't just sit around and wait.
It'll blow over by morning,
Plus I've got a secure location where we can hole up for tonight.
- You want to pack that to go? - Yeah, no, we just ate.
I'm not frakking going with you, because I...
Apply pressure to the occipital nerve and the carotide artery
and it clunches in eight seconds, dead in ten.
five, six,
seven, eight...
Like I said. Let's get going.
Come on.
Get up!
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