Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission

Watching the next round impact the dust truck was...magnificent. It showed the true power of nature's greatest weapon. Fire, water, light, all sorts of energies and forces burst out from the truck, the shockwave knocking Oswald clean from the hull of the [i]Unsubtle[/i], only for him to appear just above it and land with a solid thunk. "Holy hell, that hurt. No way those bug bastards survived that, being right in the center of it all." Even though there would certainly be more bugs, there were a lot fewer now, and that was a point for team MODA.

Seeing the truck fall on its side was worrying, but as they approached, Oswald noticed that the driver was still alive. Shaken, but alive. "Good, we've got a chance of this not going completely ass-end up. I don't see that stunt earning us many points, but as long as we succeed this mission, we'll have done better than the drivers alone." Giving the truck's doors a pair of knocks, Oswald called out to the drivers inside. "It's just us. We're gonna try and get you upright. Hang on tight."