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 … What. 

  The gunfire stopped, and Maxi risked poking his head up to see what was going on. The crewmate he didn’t even meet properly (Amy, was it? Grayson had called her that when they found her) seemed to recognize the leader of the team trying to blow their innards out, and he looked shocked learning the connection. Father, huh. What a small universe. He didn’t dare get up yet, seeing there were still guns on the opposing side and plenty of reason for said side to start shooting. He tensed a little when Amy was smacked back, and his eyes narrowed a bit from behind his glasses. What a great father, having the first instinct to go to violence instead of try to ask his child what the hell was going on. Of course, he knew better than to voice his complaint when guns were aimed at him, but the thought was still there. 

  Grayson whipping his weapon back to attention led Maxi to hold his bot in front of his head again, staying on the ground in case Graysons threat caused another round to be shot. Lucky for him, the shots never came. Sure, the weapons were trained on them now, but mostly Grayson. The one doing the active threatening. There was a tense few moments of discussion on whether or not there should be a cease fire, and, much to his relief, the opposing commander was willing to hear them out. Smacking his child and then agreeing to talk things over with a bunch of criminals. Not the best combination, but he was glad that there wasn’t any game of “blow up the medic” going on. He sat up so that he was cross legged on the ground, his bot positioned on his lap. Just in case they did try firing on them again and he had to hit the deck before getting blasted. He’d let Grayson and Amy deal with talking; he wasn’t the best negotiator when people were shoving guns in his face.