"Honesty miss, I can't rightly say I can," Snake replied to the A.I. as he finally entered the dropship and fough against the sudden rush of motion as the vessel took off towards the massive planet. The Warrent Officer had no damn clue what planet they were descending to, but he know that they would be heading towards some city center called 'New Portland'. Snake never had the luxury of growing up on the homeworld or on one of the thriving 'New' cities. Snake was born on Rust, Phobis. Probably the scummiest place in the Sol System.

Snake looked to all the marine ahead of him inside the dropship, a mixed bag of marines. He felt a speach coming on, like most other things Snake did. Things just seemed to present themselves for his amusement or his outrage. This...would be fun.

"Ladies and soon to be statistics," Snake began with a booming importance enriching his tone, "if this is your first time fightn' for your fellow man or skipping a jail sentence, welcome! Now I ain't a deceptive man. Hell I barely have the IQ to know what 'deceptive' means. I am not a learned man, but I am a man of expericence. Years I've spent on the frontline, roasting people and shits of all persuasions have taught me all I've ever needed to know. No one here is a general. Down here, in the mud and the shit and in our own damn blood, we are all the goddamn same. None of you are better then the other, just a clusterfuck of meat and ideals. You all want to live through all of this? Good luck, we'll all fucking need it."