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Region: Dream World
Fireteam Bravo, on their way back from the Galaxy, look up to notice the odd looking shuttles landing at Hesco.
Banks: Well what do you make of that...
Averson:Whatever it is, they aren't shooting at it, so it seems okay
Mayer: It's probably just the thing the guys rang in over comms?
Roth:The guys? You mean command.
Mayer:No, No, I've got a buddy in the command squad, fills me in on everything.
Roth:So the command liaison...
Morrison: Look at the guns on that thing! It kinda looks like the invictus' inbred cousin!
Averson: Cut the chatter, that one over there definitely heard you
Banks: Their armor isn't very suited for deployment in terms of camouflage, I wonder what defines their infantry doctrine
Morrison: Is it me or do they all sound the same?
Averson: Sh*t we're late to report, we need to get to the colonel
Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire, Grand Abaco, and Federation of clones