PARA: All our flight systems are gone, sir. All of them.
Bristlecone is completely disabled, and the station's bots destroyed all our uniforms the moment we doffed them.
And before you ask the nice blimp-people to carry me up, note that I need more than eight hundred kilos of gear for this project.
TAGON: Noted. You, a ton of gear, and an escort squad need to be two hundred and fifty meters above the floor.
TAGON: Pack your things.
Also, never tell me what you can't do as if it's something nobody can do.