Locust: Sons of the Inner Sphere, I am THE LOCUST.
Davion RVN-3L: But a true Light Mech is 35 tons!
Locust: Yes, I've heard. Kills mechs by the hundreds, and if it were here, it'd consume the Clansmen with fireballs from its cockpit, and PPCs from its arse. I am THE LOCUST. And I see a whole army of my fellow light mechs here in defiance of power creep. You have come to fight as free mechs, and free mechs you are. What would you do without freedom? Will you fight?
Davion RVN-3L: Fight? Against that? (points at Jenner IIC) No, we will run; and we will live.
Locust: Aye. Fight, and you may die. Run, and you'll live. At least for a while. And rusting in your hangars, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for once chance; just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may destroy us, but they will never take our freedom!!
....Now I feel the urge to paint my locust in Scottish tartan red and green.