Issirah moved into and through some of the rooms.  She did notice that Toi seemed to find some scrap metal, and he seemed to find an armor.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"><i>‘Lucky little android.’</i></span>She thought to herself, though she did get an eye full before she started searching in earnest.  She wanted her armor back.  A Camarian Psion Armor?  There is no way someone would just toss that into the trash or the incinerator.  It was too valuable.  The question was where it had been stashed… And if she had the time to look everywhere where it could possibly be.<br/><br/>[Luck:  Roll 1d20 = 13 vs 11 – Fail ... Fuck My Life]<br/><br/>…………………………………….<br/><br/>Darion already knew to do everything Neymi was telling them to.<span style="color: green">“Already on it.”</span>He responded to Neimi over the radio.  Then to the scientists he spoke up.  Especially after what Ianthe said.<span style="color: green">“Go for the sniper rifle.  The ammo for anything else looks too expensive for heavy use as a primary weapon.  And, if nothing else, the sniper rifle would probably snatch more creds if you decide to sell it.”</span><br/><br/>Since that was delt with he moved off to play guard.  Watching and listening for anything oming up after them and scouting forward towards the database.  Making sure it was clear and that they could destroy it when they got what they needed.  As he passed the room, he called into the android on the team.<span style="color: green">“Toi, as soon as you are done with the armor, get started on downloading the database.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>