Finding the source of the noise took less time than he initially thought it would. Shortly before Ranald reached the end of the cell block, a very large thing promptly smashed through the wall at the far-end, sending the pilot stumbling backwards. After recovering from a fresh burst of pain, he took a closer look at the thing in question, completely mystified by the entity.

[i]Is that an Armoured Trooper? It's certainly big enough, but I don't see a camera anywhere, and the design doesn't look like anything from Gilgamesh or Balarant.

Hang on, what the devil is that?[/i] The soldier had just taken notice of the writhing worms within the thing's joints, which indicated that it, or perhaps they, were alive. While it wasn't particularly frightening (piloting an AT will have that sort of effect on you), he was intrigued. Assuming it wasn't some sort of top-secret military hardware, the creature may very well be a newly discovered species. Was it sentient? Could it communicate? Did it know a way off this rock? How likely was it to brutally murder him? While the latter two questions were the most important to him at present, Ranald had countless questions regarding the creature.

His eagerness to observe the supposed extraterrestrial was cut short, however, as an unfortunate(?) chain of events took place quite rapidly. First, something struck the alien and sent it tumbling backwards, causing it to fire off a shot from the vaguely gun-shaped appendage on one of its arms, striking the ceiling. The weapon demonstrated an impressive degree of destructive force, as it caused the ceiling and a solid chunk of the hallway around it to collapse, burying the creature in rubble.

[i]Guess I'll have to settle for looking at the carcass.[/i] As Ranald wandered over to the extraterrestrial's resting place, however, a fresh sight caught his eye. It was another human, a woman, from the looks of it. While her attire was a tad odd, it hardly stood out, especially when said lady was wielding an impossibly massive sword with apparent ease. After the AT-sized alien, this was almost normal in comparison. Almost being the keyword. Ranald shook his head, using the pain to remind himself that this was all very much real, before considering his next action.

Talking may not work, as the girl looked foreign, so she may not even understand what he was saying. The gas mask hardly helped in that regard either. Hand signals were out of the question, so that left an age-old method: body language. Kicking a rock towards her to catch the girl's attention, Ranald followed it up by turning around and pointing insistently at his now visible handcuffs. Here's hoping he didn't come to regret this decision.