"Why in the Galaxy are those plasma-tubes still emitting? Didn't I order you to vaporise the gunners?" "Check your sensors! You're probably breathing those gunners, right now. Anyway, those plasma-beams can't harm us! About ten of them hit our launcher, just before we teleported. Auto-repair was complete in under five Terran seconds." "I still want them OUT OF ACTION, NOW!" "OK. I'll give the console a disruptor-pulse from my skinsuit - should do the trick. Failing that, I'm pretty sure a blast from my raycannon will put them out of action." "Do it!" "Why are you so annoyed?" "It's not you, RayTrooper. Why don't these idiot males just surrender? They are light years behind in technology, but they insist on using their hopeless laserguns and that plasma-tube against us… Goddess! At last! They're starting to put their hands up. Cease fire, all fems! They've surrendered!" "I was just about to pulse the plasma-point." "Didn't you already tell me that there were no males left to operate those plasma-tubes? If you can destroy those beamers, without hurting anyone else, do it right now." "Plasma-beamers out of action, permanently." "Thank you, RayTrooper. Good work."