[h3] Natasha and James[/h3]
The control room was in its usual state of rampant chaos; Crew members at their desks speaking hurriedly into their microphones relaying information on their screens, and orders give from the higher ups.

At the centre of it all, with the main screen ‘viewport screen’ sitting oppressively above, there was the holographic meeting table displaying information for the team to review and decide what to do.

“Do we know where Prim is or if the enemy has her?” Natasha scrolled through the intelligence list from where she stood at the table. “It’s probably best if we can keep this entire escapade short and sweet. Might I suggest our big hitters go in and grab her while another team or distract the enemy?”

“Don’t worry Mai, it just means that they’re afraid of us.” Natasha flashed her friend a sharp grin. “Shall we remind them just why that is?”

“I’m going to make a guess that they’re using the space station as a base?” James spoke from the other side of the table, pointing towards the holographic symbol above him. “Maybe we could hack it or disable their ‘senor array’ or something?”

“As for whether they’re the same people or not Mai.” James turned to address her. “I’m going to say maybe, though I haven’t seen cold, bict-bitter and scary trying to take over our systems…” A quick hand movement brought up the system diagnostics into view for a double-check.

Since he had joined the journey James had become increasingly familiar with the ships computer systems and recently, after much pleading, had gained some administrator rights to tinker with some of the lesser systems as he saw fit. So far, only one injury had any direct correlation to this.

 “…no, I’m guessing this is just our usual baddies right now. Hurray.” Jame decided to set another system check running. Just in case.