Var nodded. "Right. Pays to have a mollusc on the team, hmm?" She divested herself of anything that wouldn't go through the gap, including her weapons and head armour. "Don't worry, as long as this door is open they can't open the inner one, and unless they've got some<i>really </i>heavy duty cammo suits, there's no one in there." She popped an ammo clip for one of their hand-guns into the crack in the hatch. It fit almost perfectly. "And I doubt they know what<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D949eYdEz3Es&amp;hash=73749e5190d9162d9703921f4a9c81dc" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=949eYdEz3Es" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Bruth^ie are capable of</a>, so it's unlikely this is an ambush..."<br/><br/>Next, she checked the inner edges of the door and the recessed slot it fitted in for sharp edges. One thing to be confident there was no ambush, but quite another to accidentally tear a hole in her suit through carelessness. The fabric was tough but not indestructible. Finally satisfied, she shrugged off the suits control pack and left it floating, tethered to her by the umbilical. It would squash through - most Bruth^ie tech was flexible in that way, but not while she was wearing it.<br/><br/>This was a tight squeeze though. If it had been a 30mm square hole she might have declined, bur the slot was 30mm by 2m or 60,000 mm².<i>Piece of  piss! </i>Tentacles went through first, then her humanoid "body". Her face followed, and then it was just a matter of squishing the most vital bits, brain, heart, gills and 'lungs', that all resided in the bulbous "octopus on the back of her head. It wasn't painful exactly, but it was extremely uncomfortable, probably a bit like a vertebrate having someone sit on their chest while pushing a pillow down onto their face. She knew there were Humans and Mrinka that actually enjoyed stuff like that, but she didn't, and was glad when she popped soundlessly through the other side. A quick look around and she turned to pull the the control unit through then checked her suit for damage.<br/><br/>"Right, I'm in. Hurm_n! This place is a fucking mess. There's green stuff growing on the walls, the door mechanism is exposed, and is covered in rust. Here's your problem: one of the pinwheels has rusted through and a tooth's broken off, got itself jammed into the sprocket bar. Briggs, you got any lube gel on ya? After we finish here a nice rough anal insertion should calm you down nicely... Ha ha. No, I want it to grease the mechanism. Gotta be gel, liquid'll just vaporise." She pulled a small pocket knife from her pocket of the sort still called a Swiss Army Knife for reasons lost to the obscurity of the centuries. It had a thing on it that humans delighted in saying was "for getting boyscouts out of horses' hooves", apparently this was funny to humans, but as she had no idea what horses, hooves or boyscouts were, it was somewhat lost on her.  None the less, the robust steel spike proved useful as she worked the trapped bit of rusted metal out from where it was wedged.<br/><br/>"Ugh... Seriously people, this is a garbage scow. If this airlock is anything to go by the ship is badly in need of some maintenance!"<br/><br/>With the gel grease worked into all the important moving parts, they managed to get the outer hatch open. "Next question is will it close again!" Var mused out loud.