Saviors from the sky

Who: Justin Pancake, Efof the alien, Jay the leader, some other
aliens, and two Krylon war machines
Where: that planet
When: After a spatbug crashed in front of them
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"Lieutenent Scott Yorah reporting for duty sir." Before collapsing
onto the ground unconcious.
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Justin got very confused at the very sudden and dramatic last few
seconds. The large robot that had been looming over them had been
decapitated by a falling Space Eagle, and he was worried he would too.
In the fray of madness he looked over at Efof, who actually had his
hands in his pockets, whilst picking his nose with one of his extra hands.
"You must be brave to be so calm at a time like this. Does this happen
to you all the time?"
Efof shrugged. "Kinda."
Justin then wondered if Efof was not actually brave, and just a bit thick.
A bullet whizzed right past Justin, which almost took off his head. It
actually took off the head of a friendly Aeron that was stood near
him. It was a friendly man with a massive beard and Viking helmet. He
dropped to the ground dead.
"Hey! I hate beards too, but no need to do that!" Justin called as he
took cover behind some Space Eagle wreckage.
Two Krylons were left. Jay pulled the unconscious body of Scott Yorah
from the floor and into the cover of the wreckage. A large sheet of
green metal protected them from the robot's gunfire.
"I can hear footsteps." Justin said to Jay.
"Yes. Edward scissorhands over there is coming closer. Do you have any
ammo?"
Justin looked at his bare hands. He didn't even have a gun.
Jay pointed to the man on the floor. His flight suit says he's Scott
Yorah, I recognise seeing his name on the BD crewroster. Wake him up
will ya? I'll give us some covering fire."
Jay stood up and fired wildly. The bullets ricocheted off both robot's
thick metal armour, but at least it split their attention.
"Wake up smeghead!" Said Justin. "Wake up!"
"What? Where am I?"
"You just kamikazed your plane into a big bad robot. You must be one
ace pilot. Cheers dude!"
"Oh really?"
"You mean you didn't aim to?"
"No. I was aiming for that flat bit of land over there." he pointed.
"Oh, I take it back. You're a shit pilot."
"Hey!" Scott sat up. "I'll have you know i'm brilliant!"
Justin grinned. "Sure you are. Now we're pinned down by these toaster
bastards. Will you help us kill them?"
"Sure just give me a gun."
"Um... no guns. But I do have these shiny pebbles."
"Bah!"
Justin and Scott peered out from behind their cover to see jay darting
about, distracting the shooty Krylon. The one with spinning sawblades
on it's arms kept getting closer, making Jay run into different cover.
Mollopods, Antinoptera, Aerons and Eniram were also shooting from
their hiding places, but nobody seemed to have a clear shot at the
robot badguys.
Justin pointed to a large mass of wreckage really close to them. "Is
that the rest of your Space Eagle?"
"Yes it is."
"Who's that in it?"
"Where?"
"Over there. I can see a guy strapped into a chair in the wreckage. He
looks unconscious."
"Oh my god! That's Gomez."
"Well I hope he's okay, because he's the only one with a clear shot at
the enemy."
"How so?"
"Well look at that wrecked Space Eagle, it's gun turret is pointing
right at the two Krylons. I can see it's still got power because it's
capacitor is still glowing red."
"Oh yeah."
"If he could just wake up and press the big red "fire" button on the
Space Eagle's joystick... boom... no more Krylons!"
Scott nodded. He put his hands around his mouth and tried to do the
loudest whisper he could. "Pssst, Gomez!"
The Krylon with the gun pivoted and fired a few volleys in their
direction. They ducked.
"We need to wake him up." Justin said.
Tig Scott Yorah!!