Neil was bewildered to say the least at this risky as fuck maneuver. He had all but a second to redirect his rebreather to adhere to the vacuum of space before they were launched out of the airlock and into the endless void. It was merciful when he felt the tug of the open airlock from the [i]Highlander[/i], but during the yank he lost his grip on Sayeeda, her lighter frame drifting in first. He couldn't make any witty remarks out here, and the next thing he knew, outer space was ripped away from him and he hit the wall of the [i]Highlander[/i]'s interior. 

It was only for a second that he blacked out, and when he awoke, his left arm was bleeding, and his ear was too from the brief excursion he had outside the ship and the facility. Slowly, Neil undid his rebreather and set it aside. His body felt like it'd been hit with a 12 foot shovel, but the one thing he had that most didn't was a durability that allowed him to bounce back. It was why he was so effective back on his homeworld in the Valk wars. 

He sucked in a breath as he did his best to get off the floor, and to his dismay he saw the unmoving and somewhat broken form of Sayeeda laying next to one of the coffee crates. Neil coughed, blood flecking the Xarconian metal of the floor. He'd deal with that later. Shakily, he pushed himself off his hands, and then his knees, making his way over to Sayeeda and shaking off the rest of his vertigo. "I have never met someone as badass as you," He whispered, slipping his arms around her and lifting her up. His left hand held her lower back and his right hand felt her pulse. 

"Good," he breathed. "I don't do well with responsibility." Referring to her death meaning he'd be the Captain. Slipping his other arm around her legs, he made his way to the co-pilot's chair and set her down, buckling her up. He would have taken her to the medic bay, but he had limited knowledge and knew she'd need a better doctor than he. Best he could do was realign a pulled muscle or tie up a broken bone. But right now they needed to get the hell out of here. 

Neil plopped down on the pilot's chair and buckled up. "Lonny, the sublight engines ready?" 

"Aye Sir! But we go' multiple unknown objects approachin' fast on our starboard." 

"Put them on the display screen." Neil told him. The screen before the pilot turned on to reveal something out of a man's worst nightmares. Horrible, organic sacks with tentacles and feelers that dripped acid were approaching in the vacuum of space. They looked to be the size of the [i]Highlander[/i], if not bigger. He deadpanned, not even bothering to react. "Put them off the display screen Lonney. Get us under way. Now." 

"Should ah put tha auxiliary power tae th-" 

"[i]Yes, fucking do it just let's go[/i]." 

The combat display began to flash red, Neil noticing multiple shots being fired from the bio-ships. He didn't really want to find out what they were firing, so he immediately placed in his personal algorithm and took control of the ship fully, spinning the [i]Highlander[/i] in a whirling arc and speeding around the nearest asteroid to evade what chased him. On the display, he saw the asteroid crack from the sheer pressure of whatever it had been, and Neil sped as quickly as he could toward the planet of Fornax. 

It didn't take long, thankfully. He didn't go the leisurely pace he had when they had approached the asteroid facility. He was hailed by the orbital welcoming committee, and he in turn gave them Cho-Lan's landing codes and permission to speak to Cho-Lan directly. After another minute of what Neil perceived to be bureaucratic bullshit, he was patched in. Cho-Lan's voice appeared on the speakers. "What news? Your ship has been off contact for far too-" 

"We have a lot of news Mr. Cho-Lan, so give us clearance to land. We're also going to need a medic here and a whole lot of fucking cash." 
[@Penny]