Crusty
Quite the nice haul. At least a 7 bajillion gallons at least of the blood and other gooey bits hung from the ceiling. Those nice men left such a fun surprise in exchange for a few measly thermal detonators. Yes yes yes, Crusty was quite pleased. When the Captain said, "Crusty, were blowing the bridge, heavy contact expected " she was SOO excited. When the bridge doors were finally forced open she couldn't help but toss a few- or a dozen, she lost count. Of course the Good Captain praised her, or assumed he did, he made the most fascinating war cries before rushing into the bridge with the rest of the boyz. But when they got in there the bridge was a bit of a mess (she noted that shes gotta increase the thermal output, ash was much easier to clean), luckily those boarding thermal grenades of hers were specially crafted not to fry equipment toooooooo much, but the bodies were pretty much goop at this point. Looking around the captain seemed displeased, like...like he just lost a valuable...thing, but he perked right up when the ANTI-CAPTAIN was still in one piece, AND breathing. The good captain gave him one of his famous close shaves, cleaned him right up. You could say he was quite AHEAD. BWAHAHAHAHA. Crusty cracked herself up.
The captain told us to back up the cargo, but he gave us EXPLICERATE orders not to blow up any of the other crew. Eh, you can't have 'em all. We got the booty (kek) shipped up and packed down. Hopefully Captain remembers to buy me that fancy new thermite purifier I asked for the last haul with this new booty(double kek). I ran up to him again and gave him one of them Imirial Saloots that we so frequently saw in the the (dead) crews.
"Cargo ready CAPATAIN! Can I blow this mother up?"