Laying on his bed for once, anyone could mistake Kaite for sleeping as his only visible eye remained closed. Coat tossed over an upside-down chair and boots set neatly to the side, he had gotten comfortable some time ago. However, an ear flicked as he watched the situation begin to unfold through the HUD of his eyepatch, slipping on the tasteful snow white control gauntlet and making a fist to activate the device. Pressing a thumb and index finger together before parting, he zoomed in the bird creature.

[color=gray]Curious as I was, the dull amber accent of the display dimming to a rich crimson with the number '43' blinking in the corner mere moments before the alert rang through the ship cemented the situation. The only discoveries to be found with the beast would be from afar or dug out of its corpse. Gripping another fist and lifting a thumb, I selected the targeting subsystems while slipping into my boots. The perspective seemed skewed and Sir Raymond was likely closer than it seemed, so, extending an index and middle finger, I figured the vulcan would suffice. Worst case scenario was that a few licks of molten steel pelting the beast would only piss it off...nnooo, worst case scenario was an errant wind carrying a few of the bullets off target.[/color]

With a small 'Hrmph...', Kaite threw his coat on and repeated the command with only the thumb and index to instead select primary cannons. Nifty as the gauntlet/eyepatch combo was, it had no triggering system for safety reasons. The actual triggers were at the terminal on the bridge.
Now, what wasn't the best idea was to go running through the corridors with one eye closed. Even though he was doing business, forming a circle with the ring finger and thumb to track the bird, he was still mostly blind save for the haze of reality behind the display. Were it not for his keenly discerning hearing and the threat of being alone in proximity with a robot, Kaite would have likely darted out into the intersection only to be ran over by 8-Ball.

Instead, the Aylv pressed himself to a wall as 8-Ball roared through the intersection. Content with hopefully not being noticed, Kaite picked up the pace, making record time getting to the bridge and still trembling lightly with adrenaline as he synced with the ship-side weapons centre. Nervously glancing over his shoulder for a moment, he began cycling through ammunition while realigning the cannon now loaded with a scattershot warhead. He imagined the opportunity could be found to fire without the risk of striking the captain or hopefully anyone else. 'Close enough' was more than likely, though Kaite was darkly curious what a direct-hit on something that size would look like.
[color=8883be]"Zero-Seven-Three standing by!"[/color] He chirped into the comms, having taken position though uncertain of the endgame after having taken position. The Code 43 specified that relevant operators report to their stations on the bridge, outside of this, Kaite was indecisive with pulling the trigger, let alone what kind of shells to use.