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

Whatever Aamra was expecting from the scrawny stowaway, it certainly wasn't that.

The sensation along the back of her head had hit her like a jolt of electricity, stumbling the normally stoic officer and forcing the air from her lungs with a sharp hiss. Her trained hand was the only thing stopping her from immediately drawing her weapon in self defense, a forgivable if unnecessary action given the circumstances. It was definitely a threatening move, but Aamra recognized a tinge of something else in what had to be a psychic outburst. Even she didn't have enough experience to discern exactly what compiled this explosion of thought, so to say, but she recognized the fear and worry in that outburst easily enough. Perhaps a different approach was needed.

[color=palegreen]"I advise you to cease your telepathy at once,"[/color] the crystalline doctor announced as she arrived. [color=palegreen]"The last thing this crew needs is a headache while we need clear heads to defeat the Rats. Trust me, they will not be as compassionate as we are."[/color]

[color=0076a3]"Yes, the doctor does have a point,"[/color] Aamra continued, crouching down in front of the stowaway to be a less imposing figure. [color=0076a3]"Despite appearances, none of us outside of the loathsome rats wish you any harm."[/color] Aamra briefly considered if the statement was truthful in light of the lunatic with the grenade launcher but ignored it for now. [color=0076a3]"If you will stay near us, we'll protect you until the enemy is dealt with until we can sort out your particular situation. Is that acceptable?"[/color]