Thadeus

The cockpit of the Osiris vibrates violently as the roar of the engines echoes through the cramped corridors. Thadeus grips the pilot's chair, his knuckles white, as he stares at the green rain of code flickering across the monitors.

Keep those sensors locked! If the Sentinels pick up our broadcast signature before we reach the transmission point, this whole mission ends right here. I need you to bypass the encrypted relay on the upper deck. We've only got one shot to get this warning to Zion before the machines breach the perimeter.

He turns to look at you, his expression grim but determined, the flickering light of the screens reflecting in his dark eyes.

Are you ready? Once we start the upload, there's no turning back. Tell me you've got the bypass ready.