"Oh, unquestionably. All of us are pretty much done as far as the actual fighting goes," Rose confirms, "I always knew someday I'd have to retire and move to a support role, but... I didn't think it'd be this soon. Out of all of us, only Zelda might still be fit to fight, and it took... It was their choice, and it's too late to question it now. Well, Zelda and Nergigante, once he finishes healing up. It could be a while on his end though, since there's not exactly a lot for him to eat around here other than normal wildlife from the forest. He'd recover much faster if he had richer meals with more bioenergy in them."
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"You ain't my anything, girlie," Stonebeard informs Warden 3, "I'm off the front lines for good in my condition. Only people you'll be screwing over if you slack is the people you came with, and the entire slagging universe. And I ain't being cavalier about it either. What you see in my storerooms and armory here? It's what we've got. Unless your bird runs on antimatter fuel cells or Dale can mix something up for you in sufficient quantities, you're gonna have to find a source of fuel and bring it back here. And unless you've got a bullet press somewhere in your bird's apparently superior cargo space, Rose and I are gonna have to make your rounds by hand unless you can bring back something better. This ain't like working for a big government, girlie. You're gonna have to take some responsibility for your own upkeep. But at least Rose and I won't charge you a hundred credits for every five credit bullet and rivet. And if you ain't interested in expansions, well then, you'll just have to bring back what you can carry. I think I got just the thing for that..."
Stonebeard turns towards one of his storerooms and rummages in one of the heavy crates, before turning back around with a wide grin on his face, and in his hands a bulky, infantryman's backpack, and a battered, stained entrenching tool, the edges of its axe-like shovel head covered in some kind of dark metal. "Back in the light infantry, these bad boys served me well on many a scrounging mission when the brasshats mucked up our requisitions," He shoves them into a presumably stunned Warden 3's hands, "Bring back some good scrounge, if you're sturdy enough to carry it, Ms. carrier fighters count as tough. Bah, give me a good escort destroyer any day... Half as entitled even with all the crew together, they can actually take a few shells without falling out of the sky. Well, ya work with the air support you've got, not the air support you want. And you work with the logistics train you've got, not the one you want. So I guess we're both coming away disappointed."
"Nah, robot, I ain't got anything for you to do. Not until we get more supplies in here, at least."