Back at the ship, all of the auxiliary support systems were down having rerouted to an emergency protocol to withstand the impending crash landing, whoever was contained in the medical tank was long gone by now, leaving only shards of shattered glass and a trail of therapy fluid. In the dark confines of the ship, a lone figure lurked on, watching from an undisclosed vantage point, their formation, their roles, every little subtle intricacy, he studied the chain of the enemy in total, when he saw a chance, he seized.

He wasn't completely aware of the situation transpiring about him or where his comrades were, but he figured he'd be meeting up with the gang sooner than expected, any trump was better than none. The fact that the others had already evacuated the ship and there been so much commotion onboard beforehand aided him, making it a bit more more easier for him to slip by. By now most of the hunting team were outside flanking down the  the rest of the crew who had eluded capture so far.