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Aleron glances to the side at the banging. That message Mio found said something came from outside... "I think we're about to find out what got to the director and his friend..." he said aloud, cocking the pistol, hitting the LED/Laser sight on.

Even inside the ship Gin could hear the bangs. She stopped short and her eyes went wide as the oclor drained from her face.

"That's definaly not good" she mumbled. She grabed the stim injection and gave it to herself shivering as it perked her up right away. She felt like she'd slept a month.. sortta. She grabs her guns pulling themf ree from holsters.

"I'm heading out, I suggest you seal off this area.. Especially the vents" she says to her

"they like to crawl though them from one area to another" she said. It was easy to seal off the medical bay area since the air was designed for that to protect the outside from a possiable infection that would get though if not.

"Make it internally circulating" she said as she checked her guns then nodded and headed quickly after Aleron to give him back up incase whatever was making that sound, got though.

Whatever was outside keeps pounding on the door for a bit longer before it goes quiet. radar would show it moving off, but the other blips, and there were even more than before, were continuing to come their way, with lots of shrieking and other vocalizations...

Mio was shaking again, watching the hallway to the station interior...

(( Miya is...odd. she wants to help everyone but, at the same time, if she had to chose between saving one person and a group, she'd choose to save the group. her ability lets her feel another person's pain...resulting in anything from what feels like an itch inside her head to a pounding migraine. multiple injured people make the effects worse. and she sees how getting them all out now could possibly save the whole crew even if it hurts/kills Sonja, whereas taking too much time waiting for Sonja could potentially put...*counts*...up to seven other people (eight if you include Miya herself) at risk of getting injured, infected, or killed.

...and you probably thought Aleron has a strange mindset.

no worries, though. she not crazy or anything. she's a pretty dang good doctor and always does her best. she just knows how to plan ahead to avoid mass injuries/casualties. ))

Misha would follow and keep on the sweep and her eyebrow would raise slightly, "The mining storage room, if we can get a good look at it and barricade the vents we would access to supplies we should be able to fix the ship with as well as a more dfensible positon and close enough to the ship were "partols" shouldn't be needed.... last thing we need is a long route to walk where those things could ambush us." She was voicing her opinion but she was also very stern in her words, she beleived this but she would not make orders at the moment. right now she wanted to get at those things but she was driven by her lycan side to hunt down that larger creature. To challenege it and to gain victory but she shrugged it off. she would watch her motion trackers and see them coming she would voice softly but jsut barely loud enouh to come over the coms, the only ones who may understand it would be the two Cathans because of their exceptional hearing, "I'm ready are you?"

Aleron nodded to Gin. "Mm...Gin's right...We're too severely out-numbered and under little to no intel about what we're against. There's no telling how many different ways this infection has mutated, and we can't risk being caught off-guard. What we need to do is fortify the hanger itself, completely, before daring to go beyond it." he confirmed. He glanced at her for a split second in approval of her point. He was glad to see she could suggest things without insulting him, or rudely.

But, something else she said...

"Survivors.."

"Captain!! If we can get to the cyro-rooms you found Gin in, and any others, we can get back-up! More soldiers, more weapons! If we can gain numbers, we just might stand a chance. Setting up a small barracks-like camp here in the hanger, though a bit risky in drawing more of them here, would make it far easier to fortify and defend." he suggested. "Aside from soldiers, we man even gain more help. Medics, engineers, we wouldn't be as short-handed. At the very least, a few survivors would look good on us as opposed to just running and blowing this place to s**t with everyone inside. One, not thing..." he added at the end, just to be sure they knew he wasn't really after 'learning' these things beyond how to kill them and possibly cure any of the CREW, should they become infected. He had no concern for those already lost. They were dead, be it body or soul.

Misha held the flame thrower out to the Captain to trade off for her shotgun again and nodded, "Roger that I'll keep them safe Captain. No worries on that." She was serious when she spoke and from her service record it was obvious defense and quick strike was her forte...