On the surface of icy Blintjun-Lapi. . .
Captain, we've taken the center of the compound.
We have eleven of the slavers restrained. Pronto ran out of duct tape, but found more on site. I've never seen him so happy.
Legs commandeered their surveillance systems, so we pretty much own the place. We've spotted thirteen more hostiles walking the perimeter, but they're unsupported and lightly armed.
Good work Lieutenant. We'll fly the perimeter and roll this whole thing up.
The array of probes confirmed my suspicions. The foundry is there, at the center.
There is a damaged UNS Destroyer in it. The tanks guarding it are supported only by a damaged Frigate.
Good work, Major. I'll dispatch a pair of Thunderheads, we'll plow into the middle and roll this whole thing up.