*Action* - "Allies of the Mollopod" pt2

Who: Captain Phil, and Seymour
Where: Approaching the Mollopod homeworld
When: As the Mollopod banquet is going on
"Um... Phil. Don't we need to call ahead and ask for landing
permission?" Seymour asked with a tone that implied he knew more than
Phil.
Phil merely waved his hand through the air. "They know we're coming."
"But these coordinates you're plotted into the GPS..."
"Take us straight there. Don't worry about it."
"Yes... but you've just typed in the name of the capitol city..."
"And that's where we're going."
"Yes but we might not want to land there!"
"Oh yeah good point. Too late now!"
The bulky spaceship "Kebabbish" looked like a giant squirrel hurtling
down through the atmosphere of the Mollopod planet.
Their mission was to help the Mollopods win this war against the
Krylons, and also to accept a new weapon to better fight them.
The building the Kebabbish collided with was as large as the ship
itself. Sadly the Spacecorps vessel was made of stronger stuff, and
the building toppled over.
"Oops." Said Phil. He looked around at his hundred crew. "Who's the
navigation officer? Who do i blame?"
"Um Phil, it was you-"
"Was it you?" Phil pointed at a geeky-looking girl with scraggy hair
and big ears. "You're fired! Go and live on Mollopod, you'll never go
back to Earth."
"Phil!"
The girl ran off the bridge in tears. "I was only joking!" he called
after her.
The Kebabbish had landed in the large square where the banquet was
going off. There wasn't much space with a large starship now parked
there, and it had actually crushed a few buffet tables and the ice
sculpture on decent. Also, it had pushed down on the edge of a long
bench so that it had catapulted several Aerons into the air.
The crew opened the door hatch and Phil stepped out. "Oh look a
banquet. We're just in time!"
Phil was greeted by the Apophallationmaster and an angry
grimmace. "You have insulted us greatly!" The Apophallationmaster
said. "It will take our slaves several weeks to rebuild that tower."
"Oh, um. Sorry. Send the bill to Space Corps, PO box 388, Titan..."
he stopped when the Royal Ambassador elbowed him in the ribs.
Seymour introduced himself with a sickening display of fake kindness
and apology. Seymour tried not to spew as he shook the slug-
creature's clammy hand.
"To make up for the damage to our city, the humans have to undergo a
quest to win out favour."
"Wait sluggy, you need us to help you with this war." Said Phil until
he was elbowed again.
"You will travel far to the West and slay a Draco-llama. It is a foul
beast with horns and sharp pointy teeth, but it goes well with sweet
and sour sauce. If you could kill one of these creatures for us, we
will work together with you. Otherwise, we will form an alliance with
every other species in the galaxy, apart from you."
Seymour gulped.
Forty minutes later, Jay, Scott Yorah, Justin, Seymour and Phil were
in a anti-grav speeder flown by some Mollopod Royal Guards. They
crossed a barren and rocky terrain, towards a mountain range littered
with caves. They were deposited outside the caves and given spears
that looked like gigantic cutlery.
"We can't use these!" Jay protested. His looked like a large spoon.
"These are the ritualistic weapons used by our ancestors. It is
offensive to use anything else." said the Mollopod guard.
Jay walked to Phil and swapped his spoon for Phil's which was a large
breadknife.
"Hey what's that for?"
"That's for getting us into this mess." Said Jay. He then paused and
smiled. "It's good to see you though buddy."
A loud roar came from the distance. They could see a creature the
size of a bus dissapearing into a far-off cave.
"Is that a Draco-llama?" Seymour asked the Mollopods.
"Yes. That was a small one." he pointed to the dark cave ahead of
them. "Yours is in there."
The team braced themselves and entered the cave.
<dun dun duuuunnn.... what happens next? I dont expect this to be a
long thing, so you can push the story along as fast as you want.>