Eddie first mourns the loss of the shipping docks. So much potential, so many beautiful ships, now lost because their owner worked for a company on the other...aw what the muk-
"Oh son of a mothermuking whore."
While Eddie just curses misfortune and rushes to pull out anyone that'd be useful, Clamps just stares at the thing, freshly lit cigarette slowly dropping out of his mouth. That ain't good-aw judging VOID-
As the pseudopods begin wrapping around, Clamps begins to flail about in a panic, before Eddie smacks him lightly on the shell, shouting.
"Don't just stand there, Clamps! Swords dance, swords dance like your life depended on it!"
Meanwhile, Eddie sends out Tumble and Mukoff, on the basis that the first could be useful and it's not like the second can make things worse.
Until Mukoff begins trying to hit on it, that is.