The world around him was a blur as he methodically worked in restraining the more violent members of the panic stricken mob. By the time it would die down Hosster knew he would walk away with a decent number of bruises. Some of the passengers put up a pretty hard fight, but Hosster had fought harder. Scared philanthropists were nothing compared to the cold blooded killers he had become accustomed to.<br/><br/>The voice came suddenly, its only warning was the howl of a wolfkin that was also working to restrain frightened passengers. Despite the power of the voice its origin was still a little shocking. The same black haired kid from earlier, the same kid that reminded Hosster of his brother, shouted commands boldly into the captain's microphone. Hosster turned to his commander who only nodded in agreement to the kid's order. Passengers were now lined from one end of the shuttle to the other and the silence that fell over the ship was tense to say the least. Once all of the passengers were all off the floor Hosster and the other security members fell in on the left wall to keep an eye on the men and women who would go to the Athena space station. The kid's threat to space someone was a ballsy move and it seemed to shut some people up, but he knew it was mostly for show. None the less no passenger was going to risk being shot out of an airlock.