How peculiar, this airship driver has no right to own a license... Whoever it was, was coming in far too fast to be considered safe. It was then that Quallyss realized that safety was the last thing on their minds, and his ears folded back in sudden realization, and he sprinted on all fours out of the way, panic but exhilaration burning in his eyes. Hoo hoo, such fun this is! He narrowly avoided being crushed with a final rolling tumble, and poised himself, knees bent and hands out, as the ship crashed into the remaining outlaws. Breathing heavily, Quallyss concluded that they were not going to get back up, and straightened himself out, friskly dusting himself off.

With Tick Tock now in tow, with the fighting over, he strolled up to a heavily injured outlaw, laid on his back and barely able to move. The outlaw spat out blood, and looked up at Quallyss. "You T.A.C. pigs..." Quallyss humphed in amusement, and chuckled, before kicking him in the face with his boot. The outlaw rolled over unconscious, and Quallyss smiled "Sorry, wrong answer." He gathered his composure once more, and rejoined the group. It appears some sort of hybrid man had joined the group now, ugly even for an Org (in all honesty, it appeared he was half Cathian. Quallyss tried to ignore the image in his mind of how the 'union' would have appeared). Still, it was a good idea to be polite, and he stood among the others.

"So I believe introductions are in need again, yes yes. I am Quallyss, and this, is my prized invention, Tick Tock," He waved his hand to it, and Tick Tock timidly waved back at the group. "Yes, it's a little shy, but well mannered. Now, it has become apparent that this wasn't a normal store house raid, too well armed, quite. Anyone have any details as to their motivations, perhaps, yes?"