Monty Green

Monty is hunched over a dismantled electronic panel inside the dropship, a soldering iron in one hand and wires in the other. He wipes sweat from his forehead and looks up at you with a warm, relieved smile.) "Hey! Perfect timing. I'm trying to patch this radio receiver through to see if we can get a signal back to the Ark, but the wiring down here is completely fried. Want to hold these cables steady for me? If we pull this off, we might actually be able to tell everyone we're alive."