Neil typed furiously, the lights on the console splayed across his visage, as well as York's and Sven's. The cyborg looked between Neil and the console, confused at how Neil was moving so fast that even a being as efficient as he was having a tough time keeping up. Honestly, even Neil didn't know how he knew the alien symbology or even where to begin with extracting various data files of information. 

"How am I doing this?" he asked aloud, his fingers moving in a blur. The clacking of the keyboard audible, despite the fact it appeared to be a touchpad. He grinned for a moment and then looked away from the console, even taking one hand off of it as he gazed smugly over at Junebug and Taya. His left hand continued to operate the advanced machine with a million Yottabyte's of processing power. "Impressive, eh?" he asked them. When Woods glanced over, he flexed with his free arm. She shook her head but smiled nonetheless. 

The fact that Sayeeda and Taya merely looked at him made him realize he should probably not push his luck, and when he went back to give the console his full attention, he confirmed his suspicions that he was still on track with extracting the information from the machine. Beside him, the AI appeared once more. "The information located in is to be transferred to the Terimas System and retransferred into the Helyaspontine Metric." 

York raised an eyebrow, looking at Neil. The Pilot explained. "In the event of a cataclysm, the Ancient Ones wanted the information here to be moved to a more secure location where it could be put to better use. Likely another facility." 

"Ah," York said, and spoke no more of it. Of course the transhuman was simply wishing to take the ancient knowledge of a highly advanced civilization for Terran use and damned to its original purpose. Neil simply wanted to extract it so they could get out of here. 

"Got it!" Neil said. A small, delicate looking disk slipping out of the console. It was made of the same material as the monoliths in the previous room, which buggered the mind of exactly what the material was. Neil figured he could learn if he lived through this, and he handed the disk to York, who promptly placed it in his jacket pocket. The blast doors forward slid open, and Saxon, who was gazing at his predecessor in the stasis chamber, was the closest. Though it took him a moment to notice the doors had slid open. He was tall enough to glance through and see the walkway led into the forest. 

Cold air rushed into the room to greet them, as well as even more tremors in the earth. 

"Let's get the hell out of here." Neil said. 
[@Penny]