A small stealth shuttle from the BattleCruiser Waltzing Matilda docks alongside a ship of the Canadian Star Federation. Passing through the non-functioning airlock, the suited-up Space Wombat and Slitherin move into the ship of the dead.....
Slitherin: "Wombat...see those groups of undead playing with those strange sticks and small rubber disk...and look, that group over there in red, white and blue t-shirts...what does it all mean?"
Wombat: "That other group...is from Quebec[shudder]...they long to be free...but how can you be free if you are undead? As for the rest, we will show them some of OUR sticks!"
Wombat and Slitherin leap among the ranks of the undead, throwing strange devices among the ghouls. Each time a ghoul is struck, it vapourises and passes into nothing. Strange howls echo through the ghost ship, until the survivors take flight. Paguma and Technician watch the battle from the secure command deck via the monitors.
Tech: "Paguma - our Canucks? How can this be? What are those sticks, and why are they better at hockey than we are??!"
Pag: "They are not playing hockey, Technician. Those sticks are boomerangs....soaked in HOLY WATER!! CURSE these wretched ANZACs!"
Space Wombat catches his specially prepared boomerang and turns to his companion.
SW: "Time to go - our work here is done for the moment."
Slitherin: "But Wombat - shouldn't we stay and wipe them out?"
SW: "Not possible this time, Sandgroper. We will track the ship - we must follow the leaders to their coffins and put a stake through their heart to rid ourselves of this pestilence. And remind me to chop some wood for the barbie when we get back, OK?"
"There will be another time........."