The Big Damn Fight

Chult was, of course, delighted by the valor of this unknown airman.
“Now that's the stuff!” He clapped the Private on his shoulder and gave the soldier a shake. “See what you can do with a little guts?”
There were, at that moment, a great deal of guts being brought into plain sight.
“Yes sir. I think I'm going to be sick, sir.”
"If this doesn't inspire you to new heights of bravery, why are you even on the security team?" Chult's pistol let out another ear rupturing burst as he took out an alien to Also Wilhelm's right.
“Failed flight school.” The private's rifle let out a decidedly more modest 'pew' as he fired it in the general direction of the alien mob.
A matching trio of 'pew pew pew' sounded from the thin cover on the far side of the hallway from the pair as Tamatoa made her own contribution to the battle.
“Bah! Flyboys almost never get to have this kind of fun.”
“Aha! Private Tomato! Glad you could join us.”
“Tam-Ah-To-Ah.”
“Gesundheit.”

The fight, though brutal, didn't last much longer. The detachment of aliens was clearly unused to melee combat. Though their purple blood covered Also Wilhelm's weapons, gloves, and boots, it slid right off of his cape, leaving the silver scales pristine.
“Excellent work, pilot. Glad you could join us. We really showed those breakfast-stealing [Bleep]s.”
“Breakfast stealing? Are you hungered? I have found some rations earlier this day.” Also Wilhelm retrieved two of the flimsily wrapped packages that he had looted from the cage room that morning.
"Enernut! Walnut flavored Enernut! These are my favorite!"
“Oh no.”
"These are just like ones I had stolen!"
“Oh no.”
"Airman..."
“OH NO.”
"How can I ever thank you?"
Tamatoa and the other private sighed audibly.
“Your thanks are not required, my friend. It is ever a pleasure to aid the warriors that fight alongside me.”

A pair of overall wearing techs crept cautiously out of the control room. Looking around nervously, they walked up to their four saviors.
"Oh, thank you for rescuing us. We were just there to check on what happened with the power when..."
Sergeant Chult paused stuffing his face and raised his pistol at the one that had started speaking. "Pffwrd?"
"What?"
“He was asking for the password.” Tamatoa explained, raising her own rifle to cover the other.
"Oh, well of course. It's, uh, 'Seeming Sanctuary,' or at least it was -"
Chult shot him, sending a splatter of purple goo flying out behind his exploding head. The private, upon seeing the purple blood, shot the second tech as well, and was relieved to see a similar purple font erupt from his chest.
“But... that was the password.” Tamatoa turned to the sergeant with an arched eyebrow.
Chult finished chewing, swallowed, then said "Exactly. Only infiltrators can remember the [Bleep]ing things."