The Big Damn Fight

Also Willhelm had gone a rather long time without being stopped, given his situation. His steady stride had given him the appearance of a man that knew where he was going, and for the most part the crew running about the station were too preoccupied to bother. It wasn’t until he had made his way into the residential quarter that a weary looking soldier stopped to speak to him.

“Airman,” she said with a nod. “I’d have thought that you’d be at the hangar by now, but with the aliens already inside, we’ll take all the help we can get.” Private Tamatoa had already seen that this new batch of pilots was strange, and was pretty sure that no alien trying to blend in would have been wearing chainmail and a cape.

Also looked around for a moment, confirming that he was the one being spoken too. Though he understood the actual words being said, he had no idea as to what most of them meant. Well, he understood the woman had asked him for help, and he also knew that the Carp had always sent him where he was needed. That would have to be enough.
“Yes, I am here to help.”

“Well, we’ve been doing better than I’d have thought, given that we got caught with our pants down. Seems that a fair few of them have splattered already thanks to your buddies, but we still can’t be sure about how many of them are left. As long as civilian power’s down, most of our cameras are offline. Sergeant Chult passed by a second ago; said something about fixing it. Might be he could use another gun. Or axe.” The soldier looked at the archaic weapons with uncertainty.

“Then I shall find this sergeant and slay your enemies.”

“Uh, right. Know where the power room is?”

“I do not.”

Tamatoa sighed. “Well, I was hoping to stay out of Chult’s way. Whatever. It’s down through here.”