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"I certain would," the Cathan replies, "Since we're going to need every edge we can get."

((AnCat; Gonna wait to tell me what I find, or do I get to play with it?))
The tests finished and data steamed along the computer like mad, reflecting in Aleron's eyes as they stared at it, unblinking, reading every word. He pulled up a rolly chair, slowly sitting down to take it all in.

Boda found two crates that were stacked up about three feet off the ground and he went to go sit down on them. He sat there calmly sipping his coffee and smoking his cigarrette. It felt good to relax a bit, but he had to take this time to think about just what was happening. Those creatures, they used to be people, but now they're grotesque killing machines. But they were weak, no match for a grunt and his weapon. Boda stood up, chuckling a little bit. Killing those was making some good practice since the last time he had been in combat.
Boda walked around, staying close to the ship while smoking. He wanted to see if there were any other memebers of this team here in the hangar.

((Ixor; >.> You leave my beautiful killer plants alone...))

"You have to be kidding...that isn't even possible..!!" he said, going over the data and typing in just as fast as it was displaying. "Oh, Captain, I advise you wait outside for the results. To take you through my security chamber dilutes power from my computers, slowing my research. I can put this all on a data-board and bring it to the mess-hall for a debrief of the crew, if that's acceptable? This is...something they need to know." he said, stunned/

Miya watched the data on the computer, but none of it made sense. Either it was all too much technical mumbo-jumbo, scrolling too fast, or a combination of both. Fortunately, her ears were working to hear Aleron's comments. Unfortunately... "...That doesn't sound good," she said quietly in response to Aleron's words and tone.

Gin would see something redish infront of her but blurry. and then soemthing black and round right in front of her face, "Calm down young Cathan you're safe here remember..." It was the same voice from before, Misha Clastov senior Petty Officer she ahd identified herself from before in the hallway. As the image focused it would be clear that Misha had her helmet off and her bright red hair matched the armor and the visor over her eyes shown in the light of the gally, The second thing to focus on would be the odd black shape and the smell of gun powder, it would be the barrel of a fully loaded shotgun right in Gin's face, Misha easily ready to blow her away should be a threat but she stayed her hand only because of what the Cathan had been through. Misha understood the trauma from that would never be completely gone... Never...

Boda finished smoking and threw his cig butt on the ground, squishing the cherry with his boot and put his helmet back on. He walked back up to the ship and started to make his way back to the latrine to relieve himself. He then washed his hands and made his way back to the galley to grab another warm up of coffee.

(( wonder if the Captain is gonna come and get some coffee too and how many people are gonna walk in on that little stand off LOL ))