[Ridley apparently isn't much interested in conversation this time around. He knows this message will hit well with everybody it's supposed to.
It's worth noting, he is fucked up. The augmentations in his side smoke and release sparks. His wings aren't working. He's bleeding and burned all over. And, oh yeah, there's a combat knife in his eye. This isn't like that big stupid lie he was telling when he first showed up. Somebody fucked him up, and it shows. But it looks like he came out on top anyway, from the expression he's sporting. He brings a hand up to the knife in his eye and grabs the hilt. He rips it out without a word. It looks like it hurts one holy hell of a lot, but he doesn't make a single noise.
He holds something up in his other hand - a UNSC Shotgun. He drops it on the ground. He raises a foot and stomps down on the weapon, crushing it beneath his feet. He then grins, and without a single word, cuts the feed.]