“(Stoner stepped into view and put the barrel of his 9 mm H&K against the man’s forehead.)Drop it. They can patch a knife would, but I doubt we’ll find all the pieces to put your brain back together. (Stoner)”

“(Stoner lowered the gun to Carlos’s crotch.)Should we continue splitting hairs? (Stoner)”

“You got any experience? (Carlos)I’m former army intelligence, Special Forces, on contract to the U.S. government now for national security. That good enough for you, amigo? (Stoner)It’ll do. (Carlos)”

“Dammit, Vik. How can you not know what’s wrong with this thing? Can’t you commune with it or something? (Devyn)My name is not ‘Dammit, Vik’ and I find it ironic that you think I can commune with all metal beings when you can barely communicate your point of view to your own parents. And they birthed you. I did not give birth to this ship. Last time I checked, I was male and that would be impossible on a multitude of levels. (Vik)”

“No, it was the brutal loss of his family that haunted him and for that Nykyrian couldn’t fault him at all. Syn had been put through a meat grinder by life. The fact that man could still get up and make it through a day without blowing his brains out amazed him.’ (Nykyrian)”

“You are an arrogant bastard. (Thanatos)No, not an arrogant bastard. I’m nothing but a piece of shit who touched a star. Now I’m the son of a bitch who’s going to put you out of your misery. (Zarek)”

“Trust no one at your back unless you want them to bury a knife in it.’ (Syn)”