Up on their command ship used in the bombardment, the lord of their war party observed the situation through a video feed of the battle. A few moments ago he had authorized reinforcements from his...less than special comrades in arms by way of drop ships sent from his craft. They were all very eager to fight now that they no longer had to be skilled enough to remain concealed, allowing them free reign to join the battle. Saln'Morden was the type of guy who just couldn't say no whenever someone wanted to join, even if their battle potential was dubious at best and they were woefully unequipped, some only with daggers, but it wasn't his problem if they were willing and able to join the cause. There are two main types of his race around; those who fight for the joy of victory or those who fight for the joy of fighting. Although he was the first type, many of these reinforcements were the second, and even if they sucked at their job, they did nothing to ruin Saln'Morden's chance at victory, so it was a win win as far as he was concerned. In fact, even at their worst they were at least a distraction to stall the ship from taking off. Eventually his main forces would be able to overtake them, capture the ship, and make a smooth getaway.

As for right now he was no longer able to provide bombing support due to enemy ships closing in on his position to take him on. They had gone into stealth mode and were rushing off to another safe place in order to resume their attack when the opportunity presented itself. So far their high tech stealth system was working as desired. Although extremely expensive it was apparently well worth the money that his people had paid to get their hands on the design. He just needed it to keep working long enough to provide the support that the Exeralune would need to escape once he got his hands on it.

"Sir, our forces are taking heavy casualties," someone informed him as they watched the view screen. Okay, maybe not everyone on his personal team within the ship was the brightest crayons in the box. He could see the video himself so the need to blurt this out was entirely unnecessary.

"Yes, but look how much fun they're having, taking on those two sword users...and they're dead now...oops. Well anyways, not much we can do about that. We maintain our current course," he ordered. As he watched the battle take place he took note of the interesting people that showed up by way of small cameras on his soldier's helmets. If these interesting people survived he might have fun turning them into combatants to be used in an arena. His people always liked it when new people arrived for them to take out their aggression. It would also bring in a lot of new revenue for his war party. Not that he'd need it for what he was getting paid to take part in this assignment. But of course it never hurt to have more money up until the point where he literally drowned in it.

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Ahn and Arma climbed out of their crystal bunker, taking advantage of the chaos to slip out into the hanger that held their ship. It seemed like most of the people here had forgotten about the people inside the crystal, got tired of waiting, or a severe case of being dead, so this step was easy enough. However, there were still many aliens in their path that would have to be taken out of the equation one way or another. That problem might be more difficult than it sounded due to additional problems flooding into the hanger from various openings, filling up the spots left by the recently deceased. 

Ahn got onto his communication device on his wrist to inform the ship and it's crewmembers his current situation.

"This is captain Ahn Vora speaking. I'm currently in the hanger and am hiding, with a Selvan ally, behind the crate just next to the crystal wall at the hanger door. You have all fought well, but everyone outside of the ship, try to board as quickly as possible and I shall join you the moment a path has been cleared. At that point we leave through the damaged ceiling doors. I'm afraid that the crewmembers not currently with us are either deceased or unable to get to us now that the hanger door is closed off and flooded with enemy forces. Let's make due with the people that we do have, so best of luck to everyone, and it's an honor to have you all aboard for it's maiden voyage."

A bullet hit loudly next to the two men, causing Arma to shriek like a little girl into the device, a sound which could be heard echoing out the open door of the Exeralune through the ship's speakers. Arma tilted his head down and to the side, concealing a blush of embarrassment. Even though that was a stray bullet lucky to get so close, it provided the enemy with knowledge of where they were due to the scream, allowing many more bullets to follow, some of it from the enemy's elite team. Crap.

"We may need a bit of help clearing a path," the captain added to his little speech. "I'm afraid this crate isn't made out of urtanamite so we may not last much longer."

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"Huh...what's...all this...noise..." a computer's A.I. thought to itself as it began booting itself up from it's "sleep", woken up by something effecting the main system. It was a female voice with a clear robotic tone underneath. She spoke with emotion, although in her current state mostly sounded groggy. "Intruder...in my system...damage from outside..." 

She "woke up" far more quickly now as she got all her most intensive programs up and running, freeing her mind to better process what was going on. She had started up today earlier than expected but appeared to be able to function well enough now, much to her relief. What wasn't to her relief was the situation behind it. Her first order of business, as she determined for herself, was to see what this intruder of her's was up to. Rather than analyze all the system details being changed by him, only having a vague idea what he was doing such as messing with shields and turrets somehow, she decided to take the quickest approach and get the answer directly from the source. She linked up her communication to the man and him alone, shouting, "What's your deal?! I wake up from my well needed "beauty sleep" and find you messing around with my insides and enemies poking at me from my outsides! You guys better explain what you're doing or I'll fry you through our connection!"

While waiting for a reply she did more in depths checks on the effected systems, hoping to glean additional information that he might leave out, intentionally or otherwise. 

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M'rayl would have liked to help out in the battle more, but from her position at the ship's doorway she could only fire potshots whenever an enemy poked into view, ducking for her own cover whenever an enemy attack go to close. So far she had gotten no kills. Due to the ship having cling shields it was glitched out near openings such as this, causing almost all protection to be lost and allowing them free reign to keep attacking this area, even stepping on board if they got close enough. She made sure they wouldn't slip by on her watch, just in case they were planning any funny business during all of this chaos.