<b>[Group 1]</b><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"I mean this bloody cruiser's integrity and zystems, bolt for brains!"</span>Neymi shouted over her com at the Exarch AI. The tensed hybrid quickly lost her cool over the AI's teasing and obfuscating stupidity.<span style="color: blue">"And I was too busy looking for that zelf-destruct code to have been looking at the weaponry you're waving about! I have interests -beyond- big guns!"</span>Rubbing her forehead and swearing, Neymi instead focused on the cruiser's AI.<span style="color: blue">"Ztupid, fucking... Ugh, I need to know what zystems are ztill online and what you're ztill capable of doing. And if you think of putting the zhip before this zquad again... The Zax couldn't be bothered to save their queen from servitude to the Kryslin, they won't risk a salvage operation to retrieve you either. Zo if you have any zenze of zelf-preservation, you'll do your best helping me get the queen, my team, and you of this wreck."</span><br/><br/>Neymi had more to say, but the strange feeling she got cut her off. Her ears pressed flat against her head while she glanced at the others, they too must have felt something by the looks of it, which could mean only one thing.<span style="color: blue">"Oh zhit. It's in range. Fuck..."</span>She didn't waste much time thinking about it after Kes said to fall back, instead turning around and making a mad dash for the cargo bay they arrived in. Her fur standing straight on end while she fled senselessly.<span style="color: blue"> "Fuck fuck FUCK! Can't you zhoot it through the hull or zomething?!"</span>She shouted at the exarch-AI through her communicator.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>