Meanwhile, back in Southport, Dock Two. . .
Pi! Andy! Take three squads to the Sudberg Lock and get ready to start letting the cargo haulers in.
Andy, I want you posted up high, nice and visible, packing two handguns and a carbine.
Think "Dangerous Alien Overlord" and try to look the part.
Sir, you're turning me into a high-priority target. What am I, bait?
No, you're flypaper. Hostiles engaging you will be tied down at our perimeter, instead of getting in here where the civilians will be working.
Flypaper. Yes sir!
Ventura! Aardman! You two take the last squad and supervise the loading. The Eatonrun is going to open up, and I want those haulers filled and driving away quickly.
Sir. . . I'm stuck.
Stuck? What's the. . . Oh. You've stepped in goober loads. I'll get some degoober for you.
Ensign Ventura already checked. Schlock took all the goober supplies to the stationwaist.
Pi! Get back here! I need you to unstick Private Aardman from the deck.
Shall we give that nose-job another shot?
No thank you. I've had enough reconstructive surgery for one week.