The mothership sends a message to the Terra, "Don't worry we have a plan."
We're gonna get kicked by Antares after this.
...If we do, just a pre-kick forget you to Wizzeh.
I pulled my PMC-590 off my back. Everybody wore gas masks, the walls sealed.
A fleet of shieldings flies over to the mothership in orbit
and converges into a massive thumbs up sign before returning to guarding the infestors.
I want to kill you now.