Harvesting the Fallen

The new recruit... Xelcor Zinn... keeps blathering about his stolen parts...

Xelcor... er... the Brisks... they're disrupting the... natural ebb and flow... of our world.

Xelcor's asking a lot of stupid questions... I don't want to answer...

Oh quarkflakes, are those my Armor Plates?

Heh... you've agreed... I'm free!

Fuck... you... too.

Hi! Are you here to share in some ecological wonders?

Heehee! This is splendiferous!

These will be perfect for analyzing the biomechanical harmonics of this planet!

The molecular lattice is even more intricate than I imagined!

Thank you, friend! This will propel my ecological studies light-years ahead!

Nobody on this ecological team seems that interested in scientifica studies.

Perhaps you and I could work together again...

Xelcor Zinn... insists I... seek your aid... though I'd rather not.

Fetch me... no, fetch Xelcor... 8 of his lost armor plates... for 'research', yes.

The decay spreads... we must act... before it's too late.