What a fun time we had, huh? Do you have ANY idea how fucked up it is to fix a Valkyrie's wings whose plates have started to warp from all that heat buildup?! ...I'm sure you don't. What's worse: that funny battery my guns have been running on for the past year has finally cracked. THAT, my friend, would have given me a very swift death had it exploded on me. Fuuuuuck... whatever.

I showed my colors now and there's no doubt Liberty's dogs will be up my ass for the forseeable future - especially after the stunt I've pulled not so long ago by the end of this conflict. My Rebel is in shambles now and so is my Valkyrie, but I hope you at least got to Ramsey alive.

Now I want you to tell me that I didn't throw away a bunch of my contacts and gear for nothing, because lord knows I'll torch your office in a heartbeat over it.

[Caliban's helmet hisses out a wave of orange fumes as the merc leaves out a long, almost relieved sigh.]

...look. Don't take this the wrong way - or maybe do, fuck it -, but I'd lie if that fight was anything less than stressful up to a breaking point. Ampere was yelling gibberish in my right ear, everyone else on the squadron comms began throwing death rattles on my left and I am absolutely sure I overdosed twice on my meds. Those adrenaline injectors I had kind of ran dry by the end of the conflict, too. So please, tell me you have a plan for what comes after.