The [i]Ranger’s[/i] sealed panels withdrew with a hydraulic hiss as Ursa gave the order for Jean to take over. Grunting Jean picked himself off the floor, taking ahold of the multicolored joysticks at the flight board. Ursa sounded in a bad way, even over the comms Jean could tell something had gone terribly wrong. They would need to board, and bring the wounded captain over to the healer bot. ean glanced over at said healer in trepidation. The pink robot was standing over Takashi, making a long incision down the back of the lizard-man’s hip, his scalpel coming away, stained red with blood.
	[color=0072bc]“Hey!” [/color]Jean shouted, rushing over and snatching the murderous robot away from Takashi’s limp form. [color=0072bc]“What in the hell are you doing?”

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	[color=f49ac2]“NEEEEEEED, to RE-plACE, Paintanceeeas 66666oooo KID-ney!” [/color]The bot squealed, sparks spouting from the plasma hole burned into its chest.

	[color=0072bc]“No, no you don’t. His kidney is fine, he is fine, just unconscious. I need you to reboot Taylor. Do you understand?” [/color]Jean shook the bot, the discouraging sound of parts shifting and clattering inside the metal encasing emanating from him. [color=0072bc]“You need to reboot so you can patch Ursa up. Taylor, command reboot.”
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	For a moment the bot remained unresponsive, then the lights behind its viewing ports dimmed and a distinct ‘windows powering down’ tone sounded. Sighing with relief Jean patted the off-line robot’s head affectionately before returning to his position at the helm.  Pressing a few buttons Jean opened the main airlock, giving the returning crew members space to board the [i]Ranger[/i]. The shuttle shuddered as the pod thudded down in the cramped space, scraping against the durasteel walls and bumping the roof, but it sufficed. Slamming his fist down on the ‘shut-door’ button, conveniently marked, the doors slipped closed, concealing the pod in darkness. Jean watched the entire thing on the CCTV display, squinting as something shifted in the darkness. [color=0072bc]“Airlock is secure y’all,” [/color]he said over the comms. [color=0072bc]“Get Ursa up to the bridge immediately…”
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	The lights sprang back on and standing in front of the unsuspecting escape pod was none other than Naefario, captain of the [i]Gorefill[/i], his cybernetic arm outstretched, some unnamed, malicious killing device pointing at the door. He looked disheveled, and angry, the scalpels having been removed, and trails of green blood dribbling down his limbs and face, spider webbing liquid trails across his muscular form. Thinking fast Jean practically punched the loudspeaker switch, yelling so that the entire ship could hear.
	[color=0072bc]“DON’T OPEN THE DAMN POD DOOR!”
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He was too late. The door slid open, and Naefario fired.