Somewhere, on an ice-encrusted planet, a battle is raging. Enemies literally fall from the sky, crashing feet first onto the ground, spraying up dust and stone. Jets periodically strafe the area with bombs as I frantically rush toward a computer console, quickly activating it to disable the facility's shield generator. High above, I spy a massive orbiting space ship as it bombards the fortified bunker into which our quarry recently fled.

Strangely, the thought running through my mind has little to do with the abundance of action. The mental refrain is one I've repeated often while playing Section 8: Prejudice: "This costs fifteen dollars."