"We had a handful of flyers and one Samson piloted by the best. They had an entire fleet of 'em and a Dragon gunship, so for once, it was quantity, not quality," Trudy quipped. "I knocked a few out of the box, but that scar-faced son of a bitch hit me with my back turned." It was awful for her to report all this to Grace, another victim of Quaritch's malice and hot-blooded rage.