siren: move us in camos...
camos: moving in
siren: use the storm
camos: entering storm
siren: who are you... we'll just have to find out...
as siren spotts the on coning acs she wished she haden't
siren: thoes are the ones that distroyed the coloney... my mother... and father... camos get us to the corodinates that aeon specified...
camos: plot locked in... engadged