
Kraken groups one, two and three: spread out on all sides, I want that radar post surrounded. Group four: come with me.

We obey, Black Major.

Take out those search lights... That's better.

Get on ta HQ, Breaker, get 'em ta divert that SAS training flight, double quick... We're hopelessly outnumbered. Those hideous green things are still coming outta ta sea.

Right-a way, Sir.
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Message-a way, Sir. Sir they'rre-a stopping... they've formed-a ring around-a the building.

Campbell.... Yes, I know your real name.... Hold your fire, I have you surrounded, you can not escape.

It's the Black Major... If I eva get ma hands.... Okay ceasefire, lads. Lets hear what he has ta say, at least it'll buy us some time until the SAS get's here. Okay, Black Major, we're listening.

Soon the world will listen... This is just a little demonstration of things to come. These are Kracken; all clones, each one exactually alike, the perfect marine army, perfectly disciplined, they obey without question, fight without fear.

Aye, and smell like old sardines. Okay I'm impressed. They're evil and you're evil.

I serve the Baron and the Baron will conquer.

HUUURRRRR HUUUURRRRRRR HURRRRRRR

Not-a this time.... Here comes the SAS!!!
WHOP WHOP WHOP

Go for it, Hawk!!!

Wilco, Breaker, we just gonna clear up this beach. Form up... Okay Chopper, righto Blades, let 'em have it!!!!
Whop, ZAP, ZAP, KABOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!