MechAssault/World's End

World's End[edit]

Foster: The drilling device is going critical! We did it!

Natalia: Any chance our boy made it?

Foster: Unknown.

Natalia: Hey, tiger. You’re finally awake. So, Lieutenant Foster and the techs have been looking at your little toy. We thought you were taking a dirt nap for sure. Nice trick.

Foster: Sirs?

Natalia: Your cockpit carried you out of that inferno and straight back to our loving arms.

Foster: Uh, sirs? You really need to see this. This is technology that we have never seen, and this is just the start. We’re not sure yet what all it can do, but it saved your life. I wonder if the enemy…

Natalia: We handed it to the Word, saved everyone’s butt, and, in the process, definitely got the prize. The other Dragoons are still down there mopping up the remaining fanatics. Most of them started running after you 86’d their commander. We beat them on this planet, but I have the feeling that this war is just beginning. The problem is, a lot of ‘em got away, and they’ll spread like a virus. So, congratulations, we’ve earned our pay and a permanent place on the Word of Blake shit list. They’ll be coming for us, and I’m damned if I’m going to give them your toy back. Question is, are you ready for this, sport?