Sayeeda had taken the academy course in zero-g combat but it wasn't a skill that she had found much occasion to practice. Neil and the Xenoid tumbled in the air, their motions made awkward and clumsy in the zero gravity. Reaching back the unsnapped her plasma rifle, bulky but the right choice for the job due to the low recoil, and sighted down the barrel at the spinning pair.

"Would you fucking shoot it already?!" Neil yelled, awkwardly striking at the xenoid with a closed fist, imparting another new and erratic spin to the airborne tumble. THe affair was oddly silent in the vacumn, the only sound coming across the radio. Both human and alien flashed through her sight picture as she leaned back to brace her body against the bulkhead.

"You really want me to rush this?" she replied archly, focusing over the holographic sights and bringing her breathing under control. The alien clacked its mandibles shut, nearly getting a hold of Neil's flailing arm.

"I take your poin..." The room light with cyan as she squeezed the trigger. The Xenoid's neck burst like a bomb as the plasma bolt connected. The thrust of vaporising tissue shoving Neil and the creatures body into a tangle of hanging cables. The head sailed off on its own trajectory, trailing a floating mist of ichor and greyish particulate as it bounced of the metal surfaces like a slow motion holo-snooker ball. 

Neil was tangled in the wiring so she clipped the rifle to an attachment point on her webbing and twitched her toes to disengage the magnetic locks from her boots. Gently she kicked off the deck and floated gracefully up towards the pilot, drawing a multi tool from her belt and powering the blade as she drifted. With a few quick slashes she cut the wires that entangled him and kicked off drawing them back down to the deck. In theory there was no reason that the floor was preferable to any other surface but it had the virtue of being relatively clear of the equipment that clogged almost every other available space aboard a starship.

"What are the Xenos doing here?" Neil asked once they were safely magnetically locked to the deck. Junebug unslung the rifle and let if float infront of her in a patrol carry.

"Boarding torpedoes I suspect. Old school pirates sometimes use them but the kinetic shock makes them a bit of a dated choice. From what i understood from the Biologos down there these things dont really have discrete organs as we understand it, so maybe the shock isn't a big issue."

Leaving the presidium they found a large lift shaft that rand down the spine of the ship. The car was unpowered of course but Neil was able to run a quick bypass to get the doors open. According to the scematics they had the engineering section was about a half a kilometer aft. Sayeeda stepped into the shaft and kicked off like a swimmer careful to say close enough to the side of the shaft that she should kick off again should some xenos horror spring up out of the darkness. The headlamp on her helmet stabbed forward like a lance in the darkness.

"Next stop Engineering," she declared over the comm.