Perilous quests and civilian casualties go together like chocolate and peanut butter. I can’t stay mad at you for that.

I’m sure that there were sound strategic reasons for House Davion to want St. Loris, but it sure felt personal to me.

It acted with purpose when it killed those men, and the only surviving witness tells me that it grew fat on their screams.

This place took everything from me. And it all started with you.

Oh, man! That’s it, that’s the show! I forgot how bad the dub job was!

[Off in the distance, an alien silhouette beckons to you. It’s her—the tall, slender thing from your dreams.]

Wait a second. You can sing?

[Beneath its leathery skin, the thing’s bones begin to shift, straining against the ligaments and tendons that bind them.]