Stel jumped at the thought of an alien Orbital being found so soon. Or she would have, if she weren't in a cockpit. The things she could learn from studying it... If only the science crew would let her when they were finished with it. Or any of the apparently dozens other ones they were standing on. A grave, not just of anyone, but of warriors. Giant, metal, very powerful warriors. Whatever took them out did so without obliterating them completely, so it had to be both mobile and several times more powerful than they were. And now something, quite possibly that very destructive force, was moving towards them. Michael turned towards the approaching red dot on its radar and opened its horizontal wings in case a quick movement forwards would be necessary. 

[color=92278f]I'm gonna need that kid to not talk about euthanasia so casually like that.[/color] she thought to herself.

[color=92278f]<<Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but take a bite of this apple... We're on an alien planet, so giant forms of life we're familiar with is unlikely, unless evolution is particularly creatively bankrupt. And the thought of something that could take out a squadron of alien Orbitals is not something I want to deal with, so I'm personally just hoping it can communicate somehow and we don't have to fight.>>[/color]

Not the least of her reasoning being that she wasn't sure she knew how to fight in her own Orbital, but she kept that to herself.