[hr][center][h2][color=0076a3]Commander Aamra Tulez[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

[color=0076a3]"Entering through the escape pods,"[/color] Aamra noted with muted irony, holstering the Longstrider as she stepped up to Kim and Thatcher to survey the situation. [color=0076a3]"The space rodents are nothing if not inventive, the wretched things."[/color]

[color=0054a6]"Pretty sneaky..."[/color] Johnson commented as well. [color=0054a6]"Tango, shut off all controls to the escape pods, help Johnson out in finding any other missing pods."[/color]

[color=0076a3]"Sound orders. Kim, Thatcher, repeat those orders on this deck and sweep the entire ship,"[/color] the officer ordered curtly. Aamra distinctly remembered how those on the ship who knew her by reputation were surprised that Aamra had called the synthetic soldiers by name and not their designation number. Aamra never understood why exactly; they had every right to be called by their names the same as she did, machine or otherwise, and they had more then earned that right with how efficient they were.

The same couldn't be said for Robinson, who looked to be in bad shape from the alien rat's bite. Lowering her eyes, she prayed for the waters would carry him to health or to the seas beyond, whichever fate had decided for him.

[color=0054a6]"Aamara, make sure our other surprised guest doesn't go anywhere!"[/color]

[color=0076a3]"Surprised guest?"[/color] Aamra repeated. She thought it may have been the rat she threw across the room before she spotted the diminutive human that had popped out of a nearby crate. [color=0076a3]"Ah, this surprised guest," she remarked coolly, towering over the stowaway in a threatening manner. "Would you mind getting to your feet and placing your hands on your head?"[/color]