In the distance, you can see that the Baron's zeppelin has stopped dropping the pods. A towering viewscreen appears on the side of the zeppelin. A thin, crane-like man dressed in a labratory smock and wearing technician's goggles dominates the screen.
Welcome Guardians! Do you like my new troops?
Ze are of pure Aryan stock, painstakingly extracted from German graves around ze vorld and melded wiz my advanced alchemical technology!
Not only are ze nigh-unkillable, but ze MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahaha...*cough*phlegm*
Even as he speaks, the various bits and pieces of the downed soldiers stir to unlife attempting to join once more hand to arm, arm to torso, torso to ...skull.
In the distance, several RZN with jetpacks escort one of the Mecha as it docks with the zeppelin.
Ah! My children have brought me a little present I see. I have waited so long for zees moment, it would be a crime not to greet them. Auf Wiedersehen, Silver!
With that last remark, the Baron turns off the screen and the zeppelin changes heading...straight for the center of town!