Commander Holt: "Here we are men! This must be the source of the GT signals."
Soldier: "Sir! Look at the quality of the crystals here! Many of these are perfectly formed!"
Holt: "And I hope there's a lot more beneath the surface as well."
Soldier: "Commander! We have incoming! Blokbots approaching!"
Holt: "And is that a GT blokbot? I've never heard of such a thing. Men, stand fast! That one we must capture. Our scientists could learn much from such a creature."
Holt: "Open fire!"
Soldier: "Our weapons aren't even phasing them!"
Holt: "Combine your fire men! It's the only way to pierce their armor."
Soldier: "Haha! One down!"
Holt: "Fire again!"
Soldier: "They're getting too close!"
Soldier: "Aieeeee!"
Holt: "This Commander Holt to all units requesting backup. Converge on my position ASAP."
Holt: "Die fiend!"
Blokbot: "Screeee!"
Soldier: "They got Johnson!"
Soldier: "We're toast man, toast!"
Holt: "Stow it soldier! Where's that damn backup?"
Blokbot: "Screeeee!"
Pilot: "Whirling Death on the scene. Good to see you, Holt."
Holt: "It's about damn time."
Pilot: "Opening fire!"
Holt: "Take that you bastard!"
Blokbot: "Screeeeeee!"
Holt: "It's trying to get away! Stop it!"
Blokbot: "Screeee!"
Heavy: "Sorry we're late Holt. Did we miss anything?"
Heavy: "You're not going anywhere big fella."
Holt: "This is Holt. Get me evac pronto. We've got some precious cargo."
