|HO HO DIE.|
The scouts are getting rusty. I swear. Come on, a robot Santa, reindeer, and elf? That has to mean trouble.
Kal Kek and Roswell were in the Zócalo, and Kal Kek was acting kind of grumpy. The elf came over to cheer him up by pulling out a pistol and shooting him. Then the Santa open his mouth wide and began spewing a green mist that turned people into glowing eyed yellow zombies.
|Robot Santas are mostly evil. Mostly.|
Much chaos and battle ensue. Eventually, the evil robots were blown up, but Roswell the (sort of) good robot was blown up in the process. Kal Kek grabbed his C3-P0-like head and ran with it like a football back to the ship.
While escaping from the zombie gas, Dr. Ramapudi followed Newt, through the station's air ducts. Newt was the eight year old psychic girl that the scouts had rescued in an earlier episode from an crazed interplannar entity that had inhabited her body for 600 years. Well, Newt, being a bit untrusting, had stockpiled rifles and grenades in the air ducts, just in case something like this happened.
Eventually, the party made it back to the ship, where they found out that the Reprieve had been undergoing maintenance and had it's engines dismantled. Having no other craft that could mount a defense versus the Skorpios attack fleet, they hopped in the Molten Rain mech suit assault shuttle and blasted off.
The Skorpios Cruiser was actually an old, run-down ship constructive with run-down, primitive parts at the Lost colony of Ukraine, so luckily, it didn't have much defense against seven human size projectiles shot at it. The scouts didn't have much defense against being shot at a cruiser, either. Kal Kek ented up penetrating a armored turret with his head.
The scouts began to dig through the ship like miners, using the mechs' urban assault abilities to turn the cruiser's bulkhead's into Swiss cheese. They plugged Roswell's C3-P0 head into a computer conduit in a maintenance tunnel to begin the cyber assault. Roswell took over a pack of maintenance bots that launched an assault on the bridge while the party split up in an attempt to take over engineering, nullify the angry grav tank muscling it's was through the maintenance shafts, and eliminate the threat of unattended cafeterias.
|Admiral Beringer looses eye in attack.|
The guns on the asteroid base mopped up the stream of evacuees and the scouts took control of the devastated, burnt out hulk. Regretfully, the resident psychic was killed in a munitions explosion. Attempts to revive him by The Boy using an untested nanotech revitalization system proved to have horrific results, turning the dead body into an ever expanding ball of gray goo that was eventually isolated by Aquila scientists.
As a reward for saving the day, Admiral Beringer cancelled the scheduled court-martial of the group for horrendous crimes to humanity that they had perpetrated on previous missions. Merry Christmas, Redshirts, Merry Christmas.