Scouts Zerl and Tregg stood aboard the Zaldoran flagship. Specifically, they stood in the command cabin of Fleetlord Xarg. This wasn't the first time they had been here, but might well be the last. They'd truly nalfixed the phelavor THIS time!
The Fleetlord growled as he viewed the image.
"I don't even care to hear explanations. It's one thing to expend lasers burning asinine patterns into grainfields. But a...what IS that?!...a Buick dropped on them is beyond idiocy! Our agents are scrambling to discredit this but it won't be easy. Our mission isn't called "covert observation" for nothing, you idiots!"