Williams didn't want to hear anything about problems. It finally seemed like things were going to be alright, and that this mission could be stamped as a semi-easy search and rescue mission. But no, Lady luck seemed to other plans for the duo. Williams frowned in anger as he punched the metal wall of the cabin and contacted Flynn on the intercomms. "I swear to all the gods that every primitive civilization has ever thought up, I'm gonna go in that cockpit, and if I still see a red signal then I'm gonna kick the crap out of that stupid machine!". With that Williams leaves the room and tosses teh used rebreather away in the hallways in his anger.

As he enters the cockpit, the sees the problem before he could even notice Flynn or 3Y3 who were also in the room. Truth be told, his legs were about to give out under him, but the exoskeleton of the suit kept him upright. "Oh yeah. That's one BIG problem right there." Williams walked to his chair and slumps down into it, for at least the dozenth time today. Hopefully, this won't be the last time. "But hey, they are at least not the same guys whose goons we murdered on that planet. I call this a minor victory for our party." Williams let out a giggle as he prepared himself mentally for what was to come.