<b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Tech lab, Neymi and ???</span></b><br/><br/>Neymi rubbed at her face, trying to calm down as she downloaded all the data from the tech core. Her moodswings were a problem. Anger, depression, happiness,  you weren't supposed to bound between them like a pinball. She took deep breaths until that pain in her chest and throat subsided. All while she had the giant lizard creature softly groaning beneath her foot's attention to.<br/><span style="color: Blue"><br/>
"Alright... alright... bring that zalvage here. Let me have that glove, there, yeah, this zhould be a fun toy." </span><br/><br/>Back with a professional mood. Neymi focused on the data. So that grey had surrendered his override. Good. Using it, she attempted to access the admin-locked security server details. First, she had to pause that clean-up thing and see what it already did. Her companion's request was right after that. She send the rest a message, then got up, likely leaving the giant lizard unsatisfied.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">"Lets go. As zoon as we have that planetary data, we can ditch this place."</span><br/><b><span style="text-decoration: underline"><br/>
The party</span></b><br/><br/>"Alright."<br/><br/>Neymi's voice rang out through her bot.<span style="color: Blue">"Zalvage what you can, grab the weapons Data, Toi, and then we zhould get out of here. Escort the survivors, we'll rendez-vous at base exit. It's time we wrapped up this mission and got our paycheck. I'm going to contact an Aravi trade-zhip once we leave. We'll get good prices for our zalvage with them. Plus, they can take care of our escortees without us having to worry about the Alliance and aaaaall the shitty illegal stuff they did here"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>