"Hey, baws. Where we going?" "An Endfield facility 13 klicks away. We have another Aggeloid breach on another secondary settlement. We must rendezvous with the Endmin." "I know that already, baws. I'm just curious why we're going around in circles..." "Because the Aggeloi flipped our rover and busted our nav device. If we had one of those, we would have left these hills behind us an hour ago." "Oh, baws! Just remembered sumthin'! Instructor Dobermann taught us this trick, you know! We can stick our lance in the ground and guess-timate our position by looking at its shadow and the position of the sun!" "Thank you very much, but that method doesn't work here." "Why...? Are you saying there's sumthin' wrong with Dobermann's training?" "Geesh. Think! Use that thing in your head! This isn't Terra, genius! We're on a moon! A blighted moon orbiting a gas giant named Talos!" "Oh yeah, you're right ... gas giants... So what is that huge thing in the sky? What's it called again?" "Talos! That's a planet and it's a gas giant. We've been through the gate for years already. You should know all this!" "Oh. Alright. Yeah, I guess it confused the hell out of me... So, baws... Can we still ... erm ... find our way out of here?" "I would talk less and conserve my strength if I were you. Those wounds don't look good." "Alright, baws... Just so you know, I ain't feelin' too good... I probably won't make it..." "Shut it. We will make it. We will find a way. If we can't get the gates to open again, Talos-II will be our new home." "Hah. You're the baws... You're the ... baws..."