This salvaged data from a destroyed Angel vessel reveals the following:
"Cannons! We need big friggin cannons! Not those micro autocannons they use for target practice. If only the wing commander would wake up from his stupidity and get us some real weaponry. I want one of heavy metal howitzers they keep at our Sin City complex in Aeditide. He says it's more economic this way. Which is another way of saying that he's the only one with a clone contract and doesn't give a damn whether we make it out alive or not."
