Narrator: On the surface of icy Blintjun-Lapi:
Elf: Captain, we've taken the center of the compound.
Elf: 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.
Elf: 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.
Tagon: Good work lieutenant. We'll fly the perimeter and roll this whole thing up.
Serial Peacemaker:
Narrator: Meanwhile, elsewhere
Ob'enn Officer: The array of probes confirmed my suspicions. The foundry is there, at the center.
Ob'enn Officer: There is a damaged UNS Destroyer in it. The tanks guarding it are supported only by a damaged frigate.
Ob'enn Commander: Good work, major. I'll dispatch a pair of thunderheads, we'll plow into the middle and roll this whole thing up.