Chapter 1 – Page 20
Rolf: I'm not familiar with these fighters, but they're definitely reptile-made. Paint your targets and ready your weapons for some warning fire. I'm going to hail them.
Mattrick: Armed and ready to show 'em some Taurican hospitality, commander.
Rolf: Attention unmarked craft, your presence in this region is a direct violation of the Drogahri Ceasefire Agreement. You will disarm and allow yourselves to be peacefully escorted to the nearest base for processing, or we'll have no choice but to destroy your ships.
Mika: Sir, your orders?
Rolf: Light 'em up.