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(Vertos hit the planet)
Atra: (stands up)
(activates two vibroblades)
Where are you little cretins?
Proprius: (stands up)
(activates shield)
Corruo: (stands)
(releases Troy)
Rector: (stands)
(releases Logan)
logan: Riders, lets move!
(Riders begin to descend to the surface)
logan: carth, bastilla, revan! provide reinforcements and follow us in!
Velox: I sense the Pantema are mobilizing.
Exitialis: (activates six canons)
Then let's give them one hell of a welcoming party.
(republic ships bypass the vertos)
(suddenly a very large, oval shaped object lands no more than a hundred yards away from them)
(it is plated in a silver-blue metal substance)
(its begins to make noises, clicks and clanks, as it begins to unfold)
logan: (jumps onto it)
troy: what the hell are you doing?!
Altus: (continues to transform)
(grabs Logan's throat as he begins to stand up)
(growls) Caro.
logan: okay... wrong move... i get it...
Rector: Fleshling, meet Altus... one of The Prime.
Altus: (drops Logan)
logan: another transformer?
troy: didn't think we'd catch onto the little transformer thing, did ya?
Maioribus: Call us what you like, fleshling... as long as it is not insulting.
Altus: (straightens)
You call him a Recro?! His mind is filled with nothing but hopes of honor and glory...
logan: (cocks his head to the side)
Altus: Pathetic.
(humming)
Altus: (listens)
(looks at Maioribus)
Why did you come here?!
Maioribus: I've got men-
Altus: I don't care! This is not our place!
(humming)
Altus: (listens) Verto feet were never meant to touch Pantema soil.
(backs up)
(activates canons) Now we pay the price.
(humming becomes louder)
logan: if anyone needs to go out for a cause it's the human race. (flies to the humming)
(Riders and republic ships follow him)
logan: (through the force) if i live, thank me; if i die, remember me. (begins to form a large inferno ball)
come on my stupid ciajuan... a little closer.
Altus: (through the Force to Logan) Honor is a fool's prize, fleshling. Glory is of no use to the dead.
(humming suddenly stops)
sonia: logan! stop!
logan: (continues building the inferno)
Mort: Move back, fleshling!
Corruo: Dar Alor is not to be underestimated!
(inferno turns pitch black)
troy: oh no.
(click)
(a small missle, about the size of a pen, shoots out of the ground and attachs to Logan's shoulder)
(large explosion)
troy: goddammit logan! everyone fall back now!
(a gravitaional pull is felt)
