INTERIOR OF A RED-CLEARANCE FLYBOT
The flybot touches down with a thump. "Emergency touchdown procedures complete. Ready for disembarkation. I've been unable to contact Friend Computer, even via very long-range emergency comm systems. This requires investigation. Ready for orders."
GG-R, McClay-R and Nirur-R open a hatch and climb out of the flybot, hastily sticking their lasers and comm units into their belts and stuffing RED pistol barrels into their pockets. Cript-R tells Skrank-B that apparently someone authorized the GREEN-clearance blaster for his use, or authorized him to use it, or whatever. Skrank-B peers at the note. "Hmm, could have been anyone." He pauses, glancing at the dark corridor outside, and says, "However, since this is something of a, ah, emergency, I guess I'll let you keep it until further notice. Let's get out." He climbs through the hatch, and Cript-R follows him, holding the blaster ready.
DARK CORRIDOR
Outside the flybot, GG-R, McClay-R, Nirur-R, Cript-R, and Skrank-B stand clustered around in the darkness. The only light is the flybot's headlights, and-- hey, what's that? Two clones with flashlights are coming towards them. The one in the lead is, amazingly enough, Fniff-R, who hails them, yelling, "Hey there! Who are you and what are you doing here?" The clone in the rear is unfamiliar. As the two come up, he introduces himself as Geen-R. Apparently he decided to join Fniff-R when the power went out.
It's still pitch dark, but the newcomers' flashlights provide welcome illumination. You can see that this is just another ordinary RED clearance corridor, shiny, metallic, and painted red. There's some kind of box mounted on the wall nearby.
Skrank-R says to Fniff-R, "Could you lead us to R&D?" I think he's hoping that the clones can find some useful stuff there...