Kevyn: Everyone head back to the transport. I think we should interrogate the barkeep in friendlier territory.
Narrator: Meanwhile, in orbit...
Jun-Gamm: They took out our tank, sir.
Gamm: Neutralize their transport. Keep them on the surface.
Jun-Gamm: They're not powered up. I can slag that transport with the orbital lance, if you like.
Gamm: Pinpoint their annie-plant. I want prisoners and technology, not scrap metal.
Jun-Gamm: You're just a big softie, sir.