*Slanch*

Who: Mk.10, three scutters, and Alota (in the care of one of the
afore-mentioned scutters.
When: The shit hit the fan about 20 minutes ago.
Where: Hangar, Blue Midget, and town square lined with blenders.
Mk.10 jumped in the pilots seat, and whipped out an interface cable
which he plugged into the control console.
"Hold on, boys." he called back, the noise causing the baby to stir
"Oh for the love of - keep that thing quiet, will ya?"
The ship steadily rose up on it's legs, and began it's trademark
sprint down and out of the hangar bay launch tube.
As the vessel broke through the atmosphere, the 'lead' scutter wheeled
his way up next to Mk.10 and make some quizzical clicks and squeaks.
"Oh, don't worry about that too much. Just keep your head up and check
your targets. I speak from experience when I say the crew dislike
being shot. We'll be touching down in about thirty seconds, mate, so
you lot may wanna get geared up now."
A few more random noises signalled another question from the small robot.
"No, we're not taking the child. That one will have to stay here with
it." said Mk.10 in a deadpan, signalling to the scutter playfully
waving a socket wrench over `the child'.
As distracted as they were by the spectacle of humans being blended
into soup, and a few rogue escapees damaging their kitchen appliances,
the populace of the planet found it hard to ignore a medium-sized
shuttle screaming through their atmosphere, the plasma trails still
streaming off of it. When finally it landed and out emerged three
small droids heavily armed, it would be fair to say their full
attention was drawn.
Mk.10 and the two scutters stood awkwardly grasping their weapons, as
a majority of the slug population stared at them silently.
"Well," said Mk.10, finally "Shall we help the crew now?"
A chirp and whir came back in response.
"Close enough."
Mk.10 immediately let loose a barrage of pistol fire into the thick of
the crowd, creating a reasonable, if slimy, hole in their ranks.
Through it could be seen a fairly long row of blenders, as well as
several of the escaped crew creating general havoc.
The team of droids worked their way through the crowd of slugs, who by
now were either fleeing from the invaders, or charging at them in the
hopes they were in some small way edible.
"Hold your ground boys. Keep up your rate of fire, and they shouldn't
get through."
Mk.10 turned back to see one of the scutters get swallowed whole by a
slug.
"Ah...well..."
Mk.10 turned to call out to Rufus, who he could now see was in
shouting distance, but he seemed a tad on the shell-shocked side.
"Ok pal, you go blast open some of these blender-things, and I'll hold
the lines here with everyone else."
The small scutter hurried off to help those still trapped.
<Tag anyone, reinforcements have arrived.>
OOC: Slanch is the most awesome gun sound effect ever devised.
OOC2: I shall endeavour to post more often. No promises though.