The Harakoni Warhawk descends from the sky, his grav-chute allowing him to slow his fall and land on the field, holding his lascarbine at the ready. He looks over the remains of the enemy, his face-obscuring respirator and photo-visor giving him an intimidating look. Seeing the area clear, he relaxes his stance and glances at you, his voice somewhat modulated.

We're in the clear. At ease.