[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4080214]<<< PREV[/url] [@Dragonruby] The shuttle maneuvers toward the hull outside the bay slowly, extending the magnetic clamps further to connect to the hull. The Ophisian warriors are pleased to see a catwalk leading into the bay. The first warrior takes a tentative step, making sure his magnetic boots connect with the catwalk before moving any further. As the boarding party offloads from the shuttle, the catwalk shakes slightly. The sheer mass of the beings moving along it is barely within the structural limits it was designed for. Both warriors enter the bay first, shields and firearms raised cautiously as they position themselves near the center of the bay's outboard half. Finally, the priest enters the bay behind them, being careful to stay behind the cover the warriors are providing, as well as a decent distance back. The priest notes the sensation of gravity pulling her toward the floor, but opts for keeping her magboots active for the time being. She made no greeting to the xenos, knowing the vacuum still surrounded them. Instead, she rumbled into her radio, instructing the warriors to lower their firearms for the time being. They did as she bid, though they still held a battle-ready posture, both because the situation could turn fatal quickly and because the ceiling was far too low to accommodate a relaxed upright posture. She stepped forward, riskily placing herself between the two warriors. She towed behind her a large case, shielded from ambient radiation but giving off only faint thermal emissions itself. She slowly and deliberately positioned the case in front of her and off to the side, unlatching it and lifting the top open to reveal what appeared to be a large computer, about three feet tall and four feet wide. She left it dormant and waited. [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4081179]NEXT >>>[/url]