Elf: Captain, Dock Two is clear. One pocket of hostiles has been neutralized.
Captain Tagon: Good work, Elf. Secure that perimeter. The Eatonrun is coming in.
Elf: They had plasma grenades, sir. Sergeant Schlock got pretty badly burned.
Captain Tagon: Is he talking?
Elf: Quite a bit
Schlock: Corpsman! Get me twenty kilos of Ovalkwik and a spatula! Stat!
Captain Tagon: It sounds like he'll pull through.