The Lizard could move, swiftly dealing with the two guards standing inside the merchant airlock. Tserv could appreciate the restraint that had to go into only knocking them out, following their captains orders. There was discipline in the man... and none in the others. The knight among them managed to land in the face of the guard knocked out against the wall with his shield before charging ahead. Conrad ran off on his own. His group B comrade went out in the hallway only to get shot at. The slime-thing disappeared into a vent. And the guy with the moving armor went the same way as their knight, weapons pouring away, the Nhliki soldier only hoped they were at least trying to take prisoners. He walked out from the airlock and placed himself ahead of Ranna as she mentioned her inexperience. It did surprisingly not annoy him as much as it would have, but he could see the senseless mess left by the knight and their man/robot team. He could hear them off to some hallway... It sounded like they were arguing, kids. Straining his ears he heard more firing in another direction. [color=f26522]-You said you were scanning the ship Ranna? Tell me when to turn and I'll lead the way.[/color] he said. The smaller corridors of the merchant ship made the more than 10 feet tall Nhliki soldier hunch down, towering over the young woman. His suit made it look almost comical, until he unholstered two of the plasma-rifles from his back, took them in his lower arms and began walking straight ahead on the remaining four limbs, going past Gold like a big fourlegged spider. The partly cybernetic tail had been reestablished as a part of him and was now hovering just above his head, ready to strike out. ------------------------------------ The argument between Rama and William had given a group of merchants time to amass just around a corner, unleashing hell upon them as they got in sight, not proper soldiers or guards their fire would be unfocused, but when there are 11 plasma-rifles firing towards you in a tiny corridor you either duck or get ducked. ------------------------------------ Meta's path towards the engine-room attracted most of the attention, and more and more fire barraged its armor, along with the occasional explosion from crew no longer caring about their ship. Following behind it was a fools errand, as it couldn't deal with every new enemy, leaving many to appear behind it. Before long circuits began melting inside it from the excess heat radiating through the armor of the robot, systems failing or overloading, the suit was on the road towards a big heap of scrap.