It all happened so fast. We were escorting the Pilot back to the Imperial side, as the Imperials prepared to release the Swimming Eagle...
In the confusion of the torn city and lingering chaotic influence on the comm, one or both of the prisoners worms loose and makes a break for it... the crisis escalates, the fragile detente is shattered by an itchy trigger finger.
In Dragger's icy shadow, Sergeant Tarquin loses his cool and it all comes down.
"IT'S OFF!! KILL 'EM ALL!!!"
The escaped Pilot is snapped up by an OPDF transport, and Swimming Eagle has skirted around to contact the Marines, emerging from rubble in a stolen greatcoat and officer's peaked hat. Brother Hornze badgers him into cover as the wounds begin to be dealt...
Wolfram's Marines aren't afraid to be savage with Imperials now!
For a moment Dragger threatens the power generator...
A decidedly human-looking Swimming Eagle shuffled into the eididium, wrapped in a coarse blanket and hugging a cup of steaming coffee.
Kyoob bounced out of his seat to meet him. "Nice to have you back!" His many servo-arms whizzed in an unfriendly manner...
"Sure, it's good to see you too, Morus," Swimming Eagle grumbled.
"Hmmh. Now, they told me you needed to talk to Goldi?"
"If that's possible??"
Kyoob motioned starchily for Swimming Eagle to follow him down a glowing decontam corridor. "The great thing about Goldi," Kyoob said didactically, "is that he's so dang old now, he's mostly components. Hey, I fixed his head!"
Sure enough, the terrifying skull-head in its armoured collar sat in an electrified niche. Its eyes glowed like rubies, pulsing angrily.
"Yes, yes, I have to turn your voicebox on first," fussed Kyoob. "There we go." He stood back.
"zzzntznzzzzzzCatman? hrzzzzz..." stuttered the head.
"Yes, it's me."
"Tch! Tsshsh! brnzzzzzzzz... tell our people, forget about Rashidamin. We're finding another planet. zzz."
"After all the-"
"WE ARE FINDING ANOTHER F#$%ING PLANET," shouted the head.