Rookies, Veterans, and the occasional Clone.The following was from a long silence and pure boredom.
A surprise to us was the recovery of Gerald, now a changed man in the way of bravery.
The eggheads developed much better sensors, now upping our ability to attack and recover to extreme efficient levels.
Next came a mission, which was relatively boring.
Tarran: Gill man down! Also, when do I get my explosives back?
Ghost: Never.
Ghost: One took it in the arse!
Tarran: Is that a rocket launcher? Bah.
Ghost: Out of here, ye frog!
Tarran: Wait, what? I KILLED YOU!
Tarran: That's better.
Ghost: One down.
Tarran: Another one.
Tarran: GIVE ME BACK MY EXPLOSIVES!
Max: THAT IS MY LINE! Wait, why am I still in the Triton?
Tarran: GET OFF MY SEA BEDS!
Ghost: Yeah, uh, I think that's the last one.
Ghost: Scratch that.
Tarran: Okay, I think that is NOW the last one.
Mission complete, by two mental aquanauts in plastic and square diving suits.
For some reason Sebastian was promoted for standing outside the Triton attempting to pee while in his suit.
Despite the missions success, the Funding Council still hates us.
Then again, the research department loves us.
We also developed something similar to Psi Emitters in the First War, now designed to interfere with enemies implants and either jam it or take control. Despite what the scientists say, a test above the waves worked perfectly fine.
The Transmission Resolver became useful for once, and detected an enemy Fleet Supply Cruiser, which we promptly raided for much needed cash. And store room.
Tarran: Still not as good as conventional boom-boom.
Ghost: Stop complaining and shoot something already.
Sebastian: Enemy down. Also, why do I not have my grenades?
Ghost: Because grenades are small and round, and not as fun to ride on.
Ghost: Then again, sonic weapons are just as lovely.
Ghost: 'nother one down.
Ghost: Ambush down.
Ghost: Everybody here? Good. Wait, team pose time.
Ghost: Okay, parties over guys, back to work.
Tarran: NEXT!
Tarran: NO YOU MAY NOT VOMIT WHEN I SHOOT YOU.
Tarran: And Naomh is down. Max, drop the pistol and get her gun.
Max: Yeah, sure. Still not as good as my BOMBS!
Ghost: So, uh, let's just wait for Gerald. Anybody have anything to say?
Robert: No, not really.
Max: I just want my bombs back.
Sebastian:
No.
Tarran: Well, I'm just a human representation of the Earth.
Tarran: What? It's true.
Tarren:
No it is nooooot!Tarran: Ssh.
Ghost: My father raped a Chrysallid once. Thus is why I have a claw instead of a normal left hand.
Ghost: True story. Also explains why I feel like I'm on Viagra all the time.
Everyone: ...
WHAT?Ghost: Don't dispute the evidence. Oh hey look Gerald's coming.
Quibble 17: Quib quib quib QUIB.
Gerald: MAH SPLEEEN!
Ghost: You really couldn't have got him, could you?
Sebastian: Stupid traps.
Max: Not. Receiving. Enough. Carnage.
Meanwhile, upstairs...
Robert: Pow. Hurray. Yeah, sure.
Quibble: QUIB!
*BOOM*
Quibble: QUIIIIIIIIBBB-
Robert: I think Quibble suffered a self destruct, or got blown up by something strong enough to destroy this ship...
Max: WHICH IS PROBABLY THAT THING! IT HAS MY
EXPLOSIVES!
*SWOOSH.*
Max: I will be satisfied when I get to use this. Can someone shoot that?
Robert: Sure.
These ships were quite profitable, so we let the colony live for now and stagnate without supplies. 
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