Ridge immediately takes action by taking out his metal ion rod and repeatedly banging and clanging it on the loudest piece of Gloria's insides he can find, all the while shouting to Steel Rain. "Well, what are you waiting for? Nappy-time is over! It's time to earn those marvelous military benefits! No more sleeping on the job! Strap in and get ready to put the pedal to the metal! Your smiling hot rods are waiting for you, Steel Rain! Oh yesss!"
Then Ridge looks outward, beyond the metal hull, beyond his metal hull, and to furious action that is taking place outside. For one moment, he seems to listen to ghosts only he see and hear. To himself, he mutters, "My darlings are calling! My darlings are threatening the Emperor's people! Can't have that, can we? Oh nooo..." Returning the ion rod into its concealed housing, Ridge follows his own advice and sheathes himself inside of his Wild Weasel SAMAS unit. Ridge takes one good look at the time and the team - he's looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Ridge's eyes take on an eerie shine as he glares at each pilot in Steel Rain. "Now we are here to rescue and lay waste to the enemy. You hear me? We gonna get in there and do it to it. Pilots, start your engines! Rev it up, rev it up, rev it up!" Ridge activates his SAMAS unit, straightening as the high-tech power armor comes to life. As Ridge gives the ready signal for Gloria to drop her hatch and let them loose, he starts a rhythmic chant born from his addled mind - a mind that has been lit with the glow of determination, a determination he wishes to spread among his people.
"We are fire - we are pain - Warlords of the sky - we are Steel Rain!"
Then Ridge looks outward, beyond the metal hull, beyond his metal hull, and to furious action that is taking place outside. For one moment, he seems to listen to ghosts only he see and hear. To himself, he mutters, "My darlings are calling! My darlings are threatening the Emperor's people! Can't have that, can we? Oh nooo..." Returning the ion rod into its concealed housing, Ridge follows his own advice and sheathes himself inside of his Wild Weasel SAMAS unit. Ridge takes one good look at the time and the team - he's looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Ridge's eyes take on an eerie shine as he glares at each pilot in Steel Rain. "Now we are here to rescue and lay waste to the enemy. You hear me? We gonna get in there and do it to it. Pilots, start your engines! Rev it up, rev it up, rev it up!" Ridge activates his SAMAS unit, straightening as the high-tech power armor comes to life. As Ridge gives the ready signal for Gloria to drop her hatch and let them loose, he starts a rhythmic chant born from his addled mind - a mind that has been lit with the glow of determination, a determination he wishes to spread among his people.
"We are fire - we are pain - Warlords of the sky - we are Steel Rain!"
"Aliens- Combat Drop Alternate Version"
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