???: *tapping something on his wrist* this is Sky, does anyone read me? I’ve got a couple problems.
*there was a lot of static on the other end but finally someone came through*
?????: finally, you’re awake. Thank the Atlas.
Sky (the pilot): corrupted sentinel troops inbound, dragons behind me, and… someone with a magic sword.
?????: you didn’t use any of the proton missiles, though one did explode in the crash, see if you can fire ‘em at the sentinels.
Sky: 10 walkers… I count 40 standard infantry, 15 scout pods.
?????: … damn they must be pissed. I do not have the resources to support you, we’re in our own battle right now.
Sky: requesting for lightly armored ground transport then.
?????: I’ll see what I can do. Aanvi out.
*the pilot, Sky, began pressing different buttons on the panel. One of them revved the engine, which looked like it was about to turn on but ended up failing, causing more smoke to come of the starfighter’s engine. Sky gave up trying to fly the starfighter realizing it was missing part of it’s wing. He pressed something else on the panel, and side compartments opened up, revealing one small missile and one partially destroyed shell that must have blown off the left wing upon impact. The sentinel walkers began grouping up and Sky quickly cycled to the second missile on the left wing.*
Sky: *talking to you* hey kid… I would stand back.