[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ren[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Finally, some downtime. Emphasis on 'some'.[/center]
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The team of Hunter Droids was far too great for just the boarding party to handle - or so Renli thought. [i]Damn it, I should've been down there,[/i] he thought to himself, and he braced for a view of the inevitable bloodbath on Stryker's datapad. He would never get over the sight of his allies getting gunned down and slaughtered no matter how long it had been.

The bloodbath never came. Behind him in the gunnery hall, Rento was dealing with all debris and beams approaching the ship with her five gun turrets. In a cleaner moment, Renli fired a firing coordinate to her, based on the location of the hangar and the position of communicators' signal origins.

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A hole had appeared in the hangar door and where one Hunter Droid had been standing was a crater and a splattering of broken parts. The sparking and fizzling hole continued clean through to the next level down - an armor piercing antiship shell had sent the Droid on its merry way to hell. Automated breach repair protocols kicked in and a bubble of pink, gumlike adhesive floated down from a hole in the ceiling, where it was sucked to the breach in the hangar and splattered shut to seal the hole.

Within seconds, the combat was over, surprisingly with zero losses. Renli was satisfied with his handiwork and directed his other self to protect the shuttles at all costs as they returned to the Revenant.

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Once out of danger, Renli had returned to the storage closet with the Tower entity. Cables were everywhere, crisscrossing over one another and burying themselves in the hull of the ship, but there was a clear walking path from the door to the Tower, and two free spaces for himself and Rento. He shut down all non-automated systems, and Rento found herself conscious once more on the floor of the gunnery hallway. She recognized that it had been necessary for efficiency, but [i]holy shit[/i] was that an uncomfortable position to be in. With a series of zipping noises, her prehensile cables slinked back under her top and into their storage compartments, which sealed themselves up once more beneath an almost invisible seam of synthetic skin.

She made her way down to the Common Area as instructed over the ship's PA system, and took a seat. Alcohol was served - and though it wasn't exactly the kind of fuel she preferred, it was still possible to metabolize into energy, courtesy of her bioreactor. She quickly threw the contents of the shotglass down her throat to find that it was a [i]lot[/i] harsher than she expected, and she sputtered and coughed for a few moments. [i]Perhaps including comprehensive tastebuds and full sensation was a mistake[/i], she thought to herself.

The victory speech was sorta inspiring. Sorta. It didn't give her much confidence in the crew's abilities, especially with the alleged betrayal of Arex, but they [i]were[/i] mostly in one piece. Only a handful hadn't made it back, and as far as she was concerned, those folks weren't exactly necessary.

While Rento would have loved to have stayed and chatted with the rest of the crew, she still had the matter of her weaponry and her place on the Revenant to attend to, and she stood to approach Stryker.

[color=6ecff6]"When you get a moment, you said you wanted to talk to me down in the storage room? I'd like to make my position here a bit more official. Not too keen on just being a stowaway."[/color]