"This drink is piss poor!" Luke yelled after taking a swing from the "strongest drink" on the island. It was almost like drinking water. True, Luke's highly augmented body really prevented him from getting drunk, that didn't mean he couldn't taste. Realizing that he would have to salvage this operation, he took out what looked like a whistle, and blew. The sound had a extremely high frequency, so high that only a computer would have picked it up. And somewhere, someplace, something heard.
In the mutant base, they planned for their next attack, when they heard a load rumbling. Suddenly, a giant monstrosity crashed through the wall, spewing His most holy napalm and bolter rounds, and soon the entire base was in flames, with no survivors. None. No chance. None of them survived, cause they're all died. Period. End of discussion. Just to be safe, the dreadnought fired a tactical missile into the remains.
With that done, it move rather quickly for it's bulky look, and found Luke with ease (not without knocking down a few walls). For those who had seen a dreadnought before, they would noticed that rather than the block like structure, this one was more rounded, almost barrel shaped.
"Ready to serve" it said in a deep voice, and Luke handed it his glass. Rather than unleashing righteously flame, it pored some liquid into the glass, and gave it back, and Luke took a sip.
"Now that's a drink"