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- Where are they even coming from? Potholes?
- Flog me—again? These bums are way too eager to die!
- Just keep...hacking! (grunt)
- Too...too many! I can't go on... V—vote...Gnashblade! (death grunt)
- Back for more, eh? Gnashblade's busy with his campaign, but he left a task list. Knowing him, it's risky at best. You up for it?
- Eyes on the sky! Supplies are inbound. The more baskets we miss, the more meals you miss!
- Ch—change of plan! Eyes off the sky and at your feet! We've got Inquest!
- Drown me! They've got a basket! Intercept that imp and get it back—top priority!
- Bah, the Inquest have secured it. Scupper that! We'll search for other baskets.
- Nice haul! Keep it up, people. For Gnashblade!
- Are you ready? Because I guarantee you, they are!
- Look west! Enemies incoming!
- Arc
- Concentrate firepower toward the east!
- Enemies to the north! Make 'em bleed!
- Turret down!
- Sails afire, we've lost one!
- First Mate Fidus Foecrush
- Get those tails wagging!
- There's the booty! Hold this ground. Captain Kiel is relying on us, and I don't intend to let her down!
- Look out! More Aetherblades incoming!
- Don't they ever quit? Their numbers are staggering!
- How can we possibly survive this madness?
- This...this...is insane! (huff) Oh, fuzzballs! More of them?
- You're back, eh? Captain Kiel's away on business, but there's more needs done. When you're ready, we'll take care of it for her.
- Okay, this is it. Snouts up! Those kite baskets are gonna drop on us any minute now!
- Hey! Who invited those guys? Don't let 'em near our party favors!
- They've got one of the baskets! Quick! Tackle 'em! Tickle 'em! Do whatever you gotta do!
- Ah, dungbunnies! Oh well. That's one basket we won't be getting back.
- Yes! That's one for our side!
- Okay, here we go! Get ready for the assault!
- Look there, to the west.
- They're trying to flank us on the east side!
- They're coming from the north!
- Moonglow
- Okay, it's clear for now. Let's move!
- Hold up! More enemies incoming.
- They've taken out one of the turrets!
- No! One of the Zephyrites is down!
- Stranger
- Stranger
- Stranger
- Stranger
- Kookoochoo the Incredulous
- Prepare yourselves.
- WooOOooo! And that's just quaggan's morning breath!
- BooOOoogie!
- (huff) Quaggan is allergic to exercise. (laugh)
- Coo. You're going to like this.
- (laugh)