[centre][h2][colour=008000][u]Gerad[/u][/colour][/h2][/centre]
[sub][centre][@CaptainSully][/centre][/sub]

With the blast doors finally closed and the remaining swarmers dead, Gerad returned to the console he’d been at and continued his own expolrationof the [i]Balrog’s[/i] computers. As he flash copied chunks of data and loaded them into his armour’s data storage, he kept an ear on the comm traffic between the rest of the Legion members.

When the question of how to proceed came up, he let out a [i]chuff[/i] and first turned his attention to Gaz. [colour=008000]”Ye right Fungi I don’ trust ya; fact is I’d gut ya in a tick if I fig’rd letting Hive chew on yer green arse mite nick us sum time t’ leg it, but I seen ‘em mulch bigger piles o’ meat inna snap.”[/colour] Disconnecting from Enviro, he looked up at Cyne and shook his head. 

[colour=008000]”Smart move says we bounce. Contract said no ‘bout clearin’ a Hive nest, that be an extra expense, an’ credits can’ be spent by dead men. We scarper back to the [i]Fang[/i], I can rig some of t’ [i]Balog’s[/i] light stuff t’ blow at m’ say. Send the [i]Rog[/i], the bugs an’ th’ sorry ass scavvers screamin’ t’ th’ Void inna flash.”[/colour]

In fact he’d already been trying to do that pretty much from the moment he’d gotten back to the Environmental console, the data mining was all done via automated subroutines, but several security inter-locks and the catastrophic damage to the ship had stopped him from backdoor-ing his way into the ship’s power systems.

He stood and glared at his companions for another moment or two before letting out a deep sigh. [colour=008000]”Tha’ said…if ‘n ye’ be keen on goin’ the stupe way, I got atmo control right here. Mayb’ give us a leg up tha’ way.”[/colour]