Namek
The officer puts his gun back, before turning to the Queen and extending his arm.
"I am Lieutenant-Major Karl McMattisen. Tell me, do you have any info about the insanity these people are experiencing?"
The soldiers relax a bit, their weapons are lowered and they fan out.
The two soldiers turn to each other.
Soldier 1: "What do we do?"
Soldier 2: "No idea. We should call base for this, cause as I said, no idea."
Soldier 1: "Scout Group 3 to Transporter, come in."
Transporter: "This is Transporter, what's the situation?"
Soldier 1: "We received intel from an old man. He disappeared after the beast roared, but before that, he told us to 'hurry to the little girl on the swing'. Can you make anything from this?"
Transporter: "Negative, but I can deploy a strike team to scour the city to find a swing?"
Soldier 1: "Whatever you do, do it quickly."
Transporter: "Copy that, return to your original designation immediately."
Soldier 1: "Understood, doing that now."
The two soldiers run back to their bikes, which are hovering and waiting for them. A couple of townsfolk are gathering around the bikes, but are chased away when the bikes hover engines flare up as the soldiers get back on them. A few shots from the mounted machine guns and the path is cleared.
They speed off to the Queen, with a harrowing thought in their minds.