Everybody suits up and begins flying out to their respective combat zones.
: Hey Eri, how's that clunky old thing treating you?
Virvel doesn't get a response.
: Is there a problem, Eremit?
: No sir, everything's working fine. It's like she just left the factory.
I almost want to keep it.: Well, if those Thunderbolts perform as well as they're advertised, you might be flying that thing a lot more.
Raiden is much less talkative.