Though the day’s travels were uneventful, Kaptin’s intuition’s were dead on. They struck while the crew was feedin the Thundarr.
They came in low out of thar settin’ sun, playin’ a weird melody – LOUD. Scared the hell outta’ thar crew.
With most o’ thar crew routed, it was left ter thar Mutha Oith Underwhere Explorer’s Societe’ an me contanimants!
Thar price-o-corns, mostly Horcs with a disgruntled Werm er two thrown intar thar mix, rode a mix o’ various mounts. They rode down thar crew who’r ashore and swarmed up thar gangway.
I actervated me Dammit hammer and waved Bif forward. We wadded in, an busted heads! From what I could see, Zlozz opend a can o’ Zazz whoop ass!
We routed thar buggers an’ sent um packin’! We’ll be pullin’ up the gangway aftar gettin’ what o’ thar crew is still aboot.