Sayeedea scanned the room with her submachine gun briefly but found no targets  of any kind. It was clear the place was a xenoarchaeolgical gold mine, but that didn't help her much because she had no way to carry it off, or to control access to the compound. It was likely that the Terrans would eventually succeed in forcing the doorway and would waste no time in taking them all into custody. That might mean imprisonment, arrest or a plasmabolt to the back of the neck and Junebug wasn't willing to bet on what choice a black ops team, far from home, would make.

"Yeah its great and all," she said impatiently, "but we really don't have all day." Drake snorted as he reached one of the consoles and slipped into the seat. A flickering field, not unlike the keypad blinked into existence before him.

"Relax Rambabe, it would take a plasma cannon to get through that door,” Drake replied loftily.

“They have plasma cannon’s idiot, the dropship certainly has some, worse they can certainly get thermobaric breaching charges if they don't have them.” Junebug hoped they weren’t carrying anything that heavy for dismounted operations on a jungle world, but hoping was a good way to get your ass blown off. Drake looked a little chagrined at that but his confident expression quickly returned.

“It wont take me long, we will be gone long before they get here,” he reassured her and began touching icons on the screen. A moment later there was a discordant hum and dust rained down from the roof. A dodecahedral shape of what appeared to be solid light coalesced over some kind of aperture in the center of the room and then, cooled was the only term Sayeeda could think of, into a silver object the size of her head.

“The Core,” Drake said reverently and turned in his chair to look back at Sayeeda and Neil. He touched another button and a shimmering blue tube appeared around Junebug, the back of her throat prickling with ozoone. A similar tube flashed into existence around Neil. Sayeeda reached out a hand and pressed against the strange blue energy. It crackled beneath her hand and was impenetrable as stone.

“Stasis tubes,” Drake explained as he collected the Core, “I’m sorry I couldn’t have you dragging me back to my father.” Sayeeda unslung her submachine gun. A difficult task in the confined quarters.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Drake simpered, “The ricochettes you know? They should deactivate once I leave the facility, and if not, well your Terran buddies will be along.”
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