Tesra was not much of a fighter, and she knew enough to know when a situation was slipping out of her control. Down one arm and with just two downed prisoners to show for it, the Lanun felt that now was the time to slip away into the night, or at least to that cool looking ship.

Dipping between two very tall prisoners locked in a fistfight, Tesra slipped away from the previous scene and wormed her way through the rioters towards where the others were, easily recognizable by the trails of destruction that some of them left in their wake. Occasionally dodging a few punches and throwing some of her own with her remaining hand, she just caught sight of Mr. White just down the hall when a something big jumped into view. She tried to dodge, but with the missing arm throwing her off-balance it was a lost hope, and Tesra took a straight shot to the stomach, knocking her flat on her back. Taking great shuddering breaths to replace the ones that were forcefully knocked out of her, she helplessly looked upwards to see a muscular, bald human standing over her, a sneer across his ugly face and a wicked looking piece of jagged metal in his hands coated in multicolored blood. His jumpsuit had been torn, exposing the words inked on his arm in a dead human language, though Tesra still knew exactly what it said. [i]Advena ad mortem[/i]. Death to the alien.

"More filthy xenos coming my way," the towering man said coarsely, a bloodthirsty look behind his eyes. "Wonder if this one has anything to say before it gets pounded into a greasy smear."

[color=SlateBlue]"W-well,"[/color] Tesra began, only to find out she was too short of breath for a decent comeback. [color=SlateBlue]"You...you're bald..."[/color] Swallowing nervously, she braced for the inevitable kill shot before a miraculous sound met her ears. Echoing cleanly over the sounds of the prison riot around her was the sound of a mean, snarling bark, getting closer and closer at a fast rate. For a moment, Tesra wondered how he had gotten loose before something big, sleek, and hairy entered her peripheral vision. The man screamed loudly and dropped the hunk of metal in his hands as a black and teal furred Sovac sunk its teeth into his leg. Tesra pushed herself up with her good arm and smiled up at her freshly bleeding opponent.

[color=SlateBlue]"Baldy, meet Sigmund. Or have you met?"[/color]

Screaming a litany of curses and xeno-slurs at Tesra and her Sovac, Tesra's attacker turned tail and ran, his trousers torn to shreds by the hand of Sigmund. Tesra rubbed a hand over her stomach to check for permanent damage but was interrupted when Sigmund wandered over and started licking her face with his long snakelike tongue, his lengthy tail wagging around happily.

[color=SlateBlue]"Haha, stop it that tickles!"[/color] Tesra shouted, shoving her Sovac backwards as she got to her feet. [color=SlateBlue]"I missed you too Siggy, but right now we gotta get on a ship and get out of here! Just follow Mommy and we'll get off of this rock forever, okay?"[/color] Sigmund gave a short happy-sounding bark and circled around to follow at her heels. This time with the vicious looking predator behind her, no one tried to stop her as she made a made dash for the ship, easily catching up to Mr. White and the others. She and Sigmund were the last to slide under the door as it slammed shut behind them, with Sigmund lifting his tail out of the way with a yelp seconds before the heavy metal slammed down.

[color=SlateBlue]"Hey, it's not like you don't have enough tail to spare,"[/color] Tesra joked, prompting the Sovac to growl angrily as they sprinted onto the waiting [i]Gladius[/i] just as the hanger doors began to close.

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[color=SlateBlue]"You know, this place isn't half bad,"[/color] Tesra said admiringly. [color=SlateBlue]"Bit more spartan I'll admit, but on the whole it beats a kennel, right Siggy?"[/color]

Sigmund gave a warbling bark that could have meant a yes and started weaving back and forth along the corridors, checking for anything suspicious, dangerous, or most likely tasty. Together the pair of them made their way to the armory, a bit after everyone else had gone, where Tesra was pretty sure her old stuff was stored. She didn't really need all of her guns yet, but if they counted her arm as a weapon because of the shiv it would have most likely been there. These wires were starting to itch, and she didn't want to infringe on that McCoy guy's trademark.

It didn't take long to find, thankfully. Pushing aside a box labelled "Henrietta [Henri] Larsson", she quickly spotted her own name lying just underneath it scrawled in a military font. "Tesra Emidyn Kao"

[color=SlateBlue]"You know if they were going to butcher it THAT badly they might as well have just written Ghost. Or Sexiest Lanun Alive. Either works,"[/color] Tesra commented with a sigh before tossing aside the lid with a flourish, which Sigmund caught in his teeth. Lying inside were a couple papers, some clothes, her favorite rifle, and most importantly...

[color=SlateBlue]"YES!"[/color] Tesra shouted, reaching into the box and pulling out a small bag. Sigmund's orange eyes widened at the sight of it as he dropped the lid and sat obediently in front of her, his tongue lolling out of his mouth excitedly. Smiling, the Lanun tipped the bag over into her hand and produced a few small marble-toned red cubes. She playfully chucked them one at a time into the air, laughing as Sigmund leaped to his hind legs and lashed out with his tongue to catch the cubes each time. Leaving Sigmund to munch happily on his treats, Tesra turned her attention to the crate again, shedding her jumpsuit in favor of the trousers and light jacket she liked to wear, setting aside her 'work clothes' for later and loading her pockets with all of her junk. Digging through the rest of her things, Tesra finally spotted her old arm lying crooked in the bottom of the box. With an air of finality, she tugged what was left of the prison's bionic arm out of its socket and plugged her good arm back in. Sensation flowed to her fingertips as Tesra reached out with her old arm to scratch Siggy's head behind the ears, deeply enjoying the familiar feeling of his soft, scratchy fur on her old arm again.

[color=SlateBlue]"So Siggy, I got all my stuff back!"[/color] Tesra continued. [color=SlateBlue]"What say we go see who our new friends are?"[/color]