- Pilot: Why did we attack the Iceni? Why did we destroy that cargo? I can live with being a pawn if the game makes sense!
- Additional Voices: Thirty-two years have past since the Great War. The Shivans vanished half a life time ago and now, we live in the mausoleum of history. We inherit the legacy of ghosts who haunt these ruins. The Elders call us "The lost generation". I remember stories of a glorious civilization, of cities with spires that reached the sun and a blue planet with vast seas. Of people with myths of Humanity everlasting, of children who saw in the embers of dying stars, the destiny of their race. And they hurled themselves into the void of space with no fear. They say our people have no present, only a past filled with horror and a future they can only dream of. Now we forge a new alliance, to guard the tomb of space and find within it's cold expanse, the salvation of our race.
- [last lines]
- Adm. Petrarch: From our odyssey into Hell we have returned with a gift: The Ancient technology to build a portal between Delta Serpentis and Sol. To restore the link to our blue planet. To return home after all these years. This is Admiral Petrach, signing off.
- Alpha 2: Command should shut down that portal and sent the Aquitaine back to Deneb. We've got no business being out here.
- Zeta 3: If command needs your opinion they'll promote you to admiral. Now shut up and focus.
- Lt. Cmdr. Christopher Snipes: We'll now scuttle this decoy transport. If the rebs think we destroyed the Sunder, the won't know how much we know. We'll also be able to continue our covert operation. Of course that's if they don't hang us for failing the mission. We might be pushing our luck here, but what the hell.
- Xinny: Picking up two more unidentified objects in the immediate vicinity. What do you think they are, commander?
- Lt. Cmdr. Christopher Snipes: What, do I look shivan to you?
- Lt. Cmdr. Christopher Snipes: [Surprised by a massive Shivan Juggernaut approching very quickly] Dive, dive, dive! Hit your burners pilot!
- [after narrowly escaping being rammed]
- Lt. Cmdr. Christopher Snipes: That was a little too close. We gotta wait fifteen minutes to change our shorts.