[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/442796000676151296/735359458061844560/vol2.png[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/418451634885230593/732110599051411456/volana.png[/img][/center] [hr] Warnings pulsed rapidly from within the [i]Aurora[/i]’s cockpit, casting a red-tinged light to Volana’s pale complexion from underneath her helmet’s visor. Various readouts calling for her attention all said the same thing, and she didn’t particularly feel like paying them any sort of mind. Pulling her Orbital back to its feet had been enough confirmation that most of the essential systems were in working order. The limb that had been in the grasp of the alien machine felt sluggish, the tactile feedback giving her motions a bit of resistance, but otherwise the [i]Aurora[/i]’s defensive systems had done their job well enough. She let out a breath, and felt a bead of sweat run down her temple. The data packet which had been transmitted across her Orbital’s systems didn’t seem to be unique, but everything appeared to be in working order, as well as it could be. She glanced down at the hulking mass of metal which had only moments before been hell-bent on ripping her machine to pieces, with her inside of it, now utterly motionless as if it had never been active at all. It gave her the creeps. <> Volana finally spoke through the comms, the sound of her own voice knocking her out of her reverie. A thought occurred to her. Looking back up to the [i]Voyager[/i] which stood across from her, she gave a noncommittal motion to the alien Orbital which they had been fighting, before turning back towards where all of this had begun. It didn’t take long for Volana to come up to the lip of the ditch in the ground which she had dug out earlier, and the sleek mechanized form of the half-destroyed Orbital which she had extracted from it. The Cytherean pilot regarded it with a careful eye, before reaching down to lift it up over the [i]Aurora[/i]’s shoulder. With any luck, the ancient machine might have some answers.