"Diamondback One to Diamondback Two, looks like we have some backup!"



"Diamondback Two, copy! Sweet Christ, she's huge..."



"Hey, don't call the lady fat! The brass won't shed a tear of she eats our planes, and us with them, 'cause she lost her temper!"



"Er; Wilco, Diamondback One. Diamondback Two canning it."



"If you two are finished with this childish banter, may I remind you that there is a Greater Leviathan we've been tasked to slay?"



"Yes, ma'am. Apologies, ma'am. Diamondback One reports weapons hot; aircraft ready for combat!"



"Diamondback Two, standing by and awaiting orders! Weapons hot, all systems green!"



"Excellent, little ones. Our enemy awaits its death, by my talons and flames; by your guns and missiles!! Let us not keep him waiting!!"