[i]"This is your captain speaking! Change of plan, guys. I know we're not where we're supposed to be. I see that. I know that we should be orbiting Titan right now, and I know that instead, we are now approaching Europa. Change of plan. I know you guys are about as frustrated as I am, moving 'secret' cargo back and forth and back and forth and BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND- fuck, man. WE ARE UNDERPAID AND UNDERAPPRECIATED, and I AM SICK OF IT. I made sixty fucking credits on the last run. A RUN THAT COST US OVER TWENTY GRAND TO MAKE! What, they think Argon is cheap? FUCK EM! FUCK EM ALL! I can't even pay my own GODDAMN CREW.  I'm tired of this shit. I'm tired of being told I can't ask what I'm transporting. I'm tired of being told I can't be paid more because 'it isn't in the budget'. I'm tired to paying you guys under MINIMUM FUCKING WAGE because some asshole thinks he can take advantage of me! I'm tired of fighting off pirates to deliver potentially hazardous shit to sketchy people who tell me it's not their responsibility to compensate us! I'm tired of NO BENEFITS! I'M TIRED OF NO RAISES! I'M TIRED OF GETTING FED SHIT AND BEING KEPT IN THE DARK LIKE A GODDAMN FUNGUS. It's time to show them they can't push us around. 

See that ship out there? They're carrying something valuable. Something we transported. I put a tracker on it. Yeah, it's fucking illegal, what do I fucking care? I tracked this piece of crap all the way here, and apparently, it's worth something, just like EVERY OTHER THING they have us move. Let's take it back. Let's see how badly they really want it. 
I'll tell you what, though. Check your lockers. I've got a little something special in there for everyone. Took me forever to build, but they are fucking fantastic. Sorry about yelling, Mei, when you tried to open up the observation deck, but I had them in there, and I wanted to keep them secret. 

Smith, for you, I've got a custom combat suit, completely modular, with a magnetic band around the waist for all your tools and shit. Suit's powered to give you an edge in hand-to-hand, a little extra strength. Check your sword too. Notice the bigger handle? Bigger microbattery, more power. Fuck em up.

Mei, for you, a custom stealthsuit, with more stable active camo, modified for faster reflexes. They'll be lucky to even see you now. You may also notice that little blue box on your SMG. It's a UV laser. If my calculations are correct, it should give it greater range and accuracy, by giving the bolts a line to run down.
R-Three, you may notice that you're a tad heavier now. If you check your back, you'll see a brand new gridded-ion thruster. Now you're a heavy mech who can get the jump on even the fastest scout shuttle. Oh, yeah, and that extra barrel on your carbine is a big harpoon. Yeah, it's electrified. Try not to dry-fire it, I haven't tested it a lot.

Alright, guys, here's the plan: Smith, fuck something up. I don't care what- actually, try not to break anything vital. We need something worth repairing. I also need you to put together an EMP device. Something big. I'm talking argocide here. I'm talking something big enough to be a ship-killer. 

Mei, I need you to sneak it onto their shuttle if you can. Once we've got them crippled, we'll hold them captive. Then we board. 
R-Three, you'll be our vanguard on that. Get in there, be scary, see if you can convince their Mech that it would be in its best interest to join us. If it refuses, use that new harpoon. 

Oh, and I've got a bottle of 2008 Chardonnay for anyone who brings me the head of Jakar Rhiner. You know Rhiner, that asshole who contracted us? THE ONE WHO SIGNS OUR FUCKING CHECKS? I'm gonna put that fucker's head on ice and look at it when I'm sad. 
ALRIGHT! LET'S GET GOING, PEOPLE! TIME IS MONEY, AND WE HAVE NO MONEY![/i]"