Corporal Powell led the Avenging Angels through the ship at double time, calling cadence as the wended their way through the ship.
"Ah got a goat", he shouted in time with their heavy footsteps.
"I GOT A GOAT", the Angels repeated after their leader.
"He's a really nahs goat", he continued, followed in unison by the stomping soldiers.
"His name is Billy."
"HIS NAME IS BILLY."
"Ah dress him up real perty."
An uncomfortable silence followed, and Powell turned his intense gaze on the troops.
"I dress him up real perty", they managed with diminished gusto.
Powell held up a hand as they drew in sight of Mr. Proteau and his group. The Avenging Angels halted, coming to rigid attention.
"HA-RAY HESS", the corporal barked to his troops, who slid into the slightly less formal rest position, having interpreted Powell's meaning though, as usual, unable to fully understand his exact wording.
The corporal stepped forward, saluting the security officer. "Sar, Avenging Angels reportin' as ordered."
Proteau returned his salute. "Very good, Corporal. Set up a security perimeter for the moment."
"Roger, sar", he replied. He returned to his men. "Vengin' Angels", he bellowed, "Set hupp perimeter on mah mark." He turned his head to the side. "Mhoove!"
The elite commandos scattered in every direction, and within moments, were lining the intersection. Two soldiers moved with Powell to cover the entrance of the NCO Club.
"Whar's the perp, sir?", Powell asked the security officer, though his squinty gaze was focused on Eve-Stay.
"Excuse me, Corporal", Proteau inquired with some confusion.
The commando turned his full attention to Proteau. "The perp, sar. That thar evil robot thang."
"Oh, you mean DANA", Proteau replied. "He's currently holding us off from within the drinking establishment."
"Well, we all'll just go roust 'im outta there for ya'", Powell responded, taking a confident step forward.
He felt a restraining hand on his shoulder and turned to see Eve-Stay holding him back. "Ee hay as ha ostages hay", the Melkinian advised.
Powell shrugged off the aliens hand. "Mitts off, fin-head", he hissed, "and stop talkin' that mumbo jumbo! Ah can't understand a word yer sayin'."
Proteau stepped between them. "He says that DANA has hostages", the shape shifter explained, "that's why we haven't gone in yet."
The corporal looked back to where ANDA lay unconscious on the floor. "Ya'll maht have a point there", he allowed. "So what's the plan, sar?"
"We wait", Proteau replied, "for Mr. Schultz to get here."
"That desk jockey!!", Powell exclaimed incredulously. "What's he gonna do, that 'Face Grab' crap?!?"
