* He was cursing up a storm struggling to rip wires out of his former and wrecked ride to plug them into an admittedly dented device stored in the fuselage. * Come on you shit, I built you better than this. Try it now. * At this order his floating robot Jack hit a series of buttons in the cockpit the previously relayed transmissions. A few sparks were spewed out of the damages Raven but this wasn’t the result he wanted. * Why. Does nothin. Ever. Work. * He grunted to himself angrily. * Jack see if you can find anything or anyone to help amplify our signal. I’m still only getting static. We’ve got to get the people help before it’s too late.