Mr. Shredder staggers over to the overturned table that the snakes were hiding behind, and leans against it to take some weight off his injured leg. "Dullahan, Brother Jonathan, you two look worse for wear. How about I fly you both back up to the Astral Kraken? The rest of you, sweep this place for valuables! I'll bring the skiff back around to take y'all back with the loot in a few minutes."
The wounded Hobgoblin then casts mage hand, so that he may gather up all the cool alien scimitars without have to put more stress on his body by bending down. He turns back to the party as he limps back towards the skiff. "If any of you know anything about medicine, you might want to check that none of these assholes are beyond saving. If we can stabilize and restrain one, we can make it talk! I bet we could learn a whole lot about the universe by interrogating an alien. As for the rest... we should skin any of the dipshits we can't or don't want to save. The scales are quite pretty and exotic looking - we could sell them, or even commission matching sets of alien boots to commemorate our first adventure together!"
Hel-Shredder takes the other injured party members, as well as any unclaimed Alien Scimitars, back to the Astral Kraken. He then claims a Scimitar for himself, stows the rest as loot in the ship's hold, and brings the Skiff back down for everybody else.