The Big Damn Fight

When Peppi arrived with her entourage of alternatively bribed, scared, or simply stunned civilian security personnel, the fight that they had expected was being finished for them by the actual security team and one enthusiastic new 'pilot.' They were still a story up when they saw the silver-caped man charge into the thick of things and promptly set to hacking at the block of alien infantry, supplemented by a stream of rifle fire from the far side of the engagement and the occasional explosive blast from the security sergeant's oversized pistol.

“Now tha’ss a loud mess to be botherin’ with. If’n they don’t need us interlopin’ in their altercatin’ then, well, yer princess will be hangin’ back safeside, reckonin’ yeh to the same.”
“Uh…”
“She’s saying we can choose to not get shot right now.”
“Oh. Good.”
Clancy, who figured that his recently acquired semblance of authority would be undermined if he wasn’t leading the way, was less enthusiastic.
“Hey, we’re here to bag some alien scum-sacks, so that’s what we’re gonna do.”
Peppi blinked her overlarge eyes at him in a manner that landed somewhere between ‘creepy’ and ‘charming.’ “Well, if’n you can land some killy-shots in edgewise, be yer own guest.”
Clancy puffed up his chest, then crouched down and lined up a shot down his heavily modified scope. After some twisting of knobs and turning of dials, he soon was able to see the battle with only slightly less clarity than before. It was, of course, a mess, and he quickly resolved that he wasn’t much more likely to actually hit an alien at this range than he was to hit the human-looking person in the middle of them.
“They, uh, seem to be doing fine.”
“Yer sure? Would’n' be wantin' ter step on yer anythin's now."
"Yeah, uh, maybe we should just get a closer look?"

The small band made it down to the level that the fight had taken place just in time to see a pair of people in the tech uniforms that everyone except Peppi and Clancy wore talking with the sergeant. That was when Chult and the private shot the infiltrators.
"Sweet [BLEEP]ing [BLEEP]!"
"Uh, did anyone write down the passwords?"
"I thought they changed them this morning."
While the mood of her volunteers switched over from 'nervous' to 'panic,' Peppi bounded over to give her thanks to the brave warriors that had dispatched with those guilty of her harassing her royal personage.