[dogscoff]

*dogscoff, breathing heavily, takes his finger off the trigger and allows the gun to spin down. The long barrel pings quietly as it cools.

Oh, I feel better for that. And it only cost us 3 ammo crates and a half-dozen redshirts. Let's get on with this mission shall we? Tricorder readings indicate a society of dirt-tech humanoids living on the surface, why don't we go see if they'll sell all their womenfolk in exchange for a bag of cheap pLastic jewelry and a nintendo gameboy.

Erax, have the crew back on the ship prepare the turbo-showers.