When a horde of EDM-gun-wielding Noise Mareines overruns an Imperial ship, her crew's last hope rests with a disgraced former Space Mareine held in a stasis-pod below decks...
"Burninating the countryside... burninating the peasants... burninating all the peoples... and their thatched-roof COTTAGES! THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!! And the Trogdor comes in the NIIIIGHT!!!"