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<cut back to Fred. Where one astronaut is seen just disappearing into one of the capsules, leaving a floating bed under which LazyScot is still hiding, and somewhat whitefaced station commander.>
Swallowing deeply, he put the headset on and started to report. "Sir? The target has docked and entered Fred, and appears non-hostile. Specifically it seems to be a man hiding under a bed. And he seems to have left a large number of squirrels circling—"
He pauses and listens for a moment. "Okay! ARTs whatever. They're circling the station. And a new craft is approaching the stat---".
Again he listens briefly.
"No; it is definitely not the Marines. From what you said they'll coming from a different direction."
The radio starts talking again, as usual interrupting the station commander.
"I don't care what your radar says. There is definitely something there. The Marines should also be able to see it soon. Anyway, I can see it---" and the commander stopped looked incredibly confused, turned white and froze.
"Is there something up?" asked LazyScot as he made his way to an appropriately facing window. "Oh shhhhhhhubudkins." At which point LazyScot very nearly re-started the reaction engine, but controlled it just enough to move his bed towards the un-occupied capsule.
<camera pans to look out the window, where the new craft is seen opening up and deploying approximately twenty small, spacesuited squirrel forms, complete with propulsion backpacks. All of whom appear to be wielding what looked suspiciously like light sabres. And all of whom where heading towards Fred.>
At last the station commander regained his voice and composure. "Sir? I know this sounds incredible, but – ummm --- errr, … we appear to be under attack from jedi ARTs."
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