Seeing as the ride was about to get a whole lot rougher in short order, Senjen pulled the hatch shut for the moment, only to have to move on immediately to the next part of this crisis. He still had the extinguisher close at hand, and now he wasn’t the only one who needed it. As he recalled, not all types of extinguishers were entirely harmless to use on an organic, but there was no handheld extinguisher in use that would be more harmful than [i]actually being on fire[/i]. As such, he did not hesitate to spray down the burning soldier. 

Senjen locked one hand in a vice grip around the best handhold he could find, holstered his pistol, then took his other hand and pressed against the ceiling while his feet were pushing into the floor. Even moreso than the rest of the compartment’s inhabitants, he needed to make sure he did not go flying around uncontrollably. He would make for too heavy of a projectile for the rest of these soldiers. 

In that moment of waiting for the truck to break through, Senjen did have just a brief time to think. What had gone wrong? They had covered the commander well enough from what he had been able to see. They must have if she had started to move to them, so why had she turned back? Why couldn’t it have just gone right for once? Why did more people have to die from all this?