[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

"Who am I?" J'eon snorts with a scowl, turning to face the soldier that spoke, pointing to his guild crest. "I am Master J'eon of Mythadian Blacksmith Guild! Who are you that you would be interfering in [i]guild business[/i]?" He hoped his words would carry to their leader. He didn't like ths place much, the air seemed thinner inside this skin, and there were many strange and foul smells.

"We are here to render aid. Why are you here?" he demands, staring down at the soldier, then shifting his gaze pointedly at the soldier's hand, posed by his weapon's hilt. "Was it you, then? Did you attack this city? Force it down?"

There was a device on its hull he'd seen before he entered, which he did not like the looks of. Nor, he wagered, would any of them should the sky people (he just decided to call them that) decide to use it.

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[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

"Vigdis?" Jack said, raising his right hand to press the earpiece closer. He had just reached the shuttle bay airlock in response to the captain's command, pausing to take a look through the airlock hatch window. 

"Captain!" he called out. "Vigdis is in the shuttle bay - she's got company!"

He was eerily aware his oxygen sensor was not chirping because of the higher oxygen - whatever those creatures were, they were not a hallucination.