“Don’t forget to get yourself checked, too. Just in case. Anyway, you’d probably off that thing in a single punch. It does look a bit frail at first glance.” He turned to Ryder. “And here comes the hero. What’s that I hear about reconnaissance? Anyone remembered to pack a few tanks of napalm or something? Make a little fire so we can see better? After this last show, suddenly I don’t feel too bad about burning this planet to a crisp, at least partially.”

“Pathfinder, burning doesn’t get you anywhere, no physical torture will, the victim will eventually make anything up to escape the pain.” Erin said as she arrived. “Advanced interrogation takes time. Or were you talking about something else?” She noticed Jouric leaving and her expression reshaped into a frown. “Should’ve left them all in Milky Way. Since someone had a soft heart and let them live in the first place.” Turning back to the captive, she measured it with her gaze. “Face looks like a dried human. Forward-facing alert eyes on a nocturnal being? Weird. Perhaps this planet didn’t use to be dark. Maybe the scourge affected it?” Erin shone a torch in the captive’s eyes, a little surprised by its reaction. “Alright, very sensitive to direct light. Four fingers plus two opposable ones. Unnatural even by human standards, no? Armor reminds me of the Terminus Assault Armor a little. I’d like to take a close look at that.” Erin ceased her curious examination and turned back to the trio. “Where shall we put him? I recommend a sick bay to get better understanding of their physiology. Might have to clear out some of the wounded.”