Oh man...that would be awesome. Hang on, here some quick dialogue swaps.
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A: I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate bada$$! State of the bada$$ art! You do NOT wanna f*** with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate bada$$es will protect you! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Vwap! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phase-plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks...
P: My team works alone, you know that.
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A: We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.
P: Whaddya mean "we"?
A: This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training.
P: She's your baggage. You fall behind, and you're on your own.
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P: What about the rest of Hopper's men?
A: They cut the power.
P: My men are not expendable. And I don't do this kind of work.
A: No. He's gotta go back.
P: We're a rescue team. Not assassins.
A: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
P: That's not your style.
A: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid
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A: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
P: Look, we've been looking for this place for months. My men were in that chopper when it got hit!
A: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
P: You never did know when to quit, huh?
A: That's it, man. Game over, man! Game over!
P: Just hold on to that goddamn chopper.
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P: You set us up. It was bull$hit, all of it.
A: Look. I'm not blind to what is going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of action. I'm sorry.
P: He's killing us one at a time.
A: Okay, I know this is an emotional moment for all of us. I know that. But let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or *anybody*, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
P: So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meatgrinder?
A: This is so nuts. I mean, listen - listen to what you're saying. It's paranoid delusion. How - It's really sad. It's pathetic.
P: Whatever it is out there, it killed Hopper, and now it wants us.
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Pfft - math. ROLL 6's PROBLEM SOLVED.with 40k its best to get the rules straight then apply imagination and rationalize; you will only get annoyed doing it the other way round
~Bullymike