Group 1:<br/>Neymi could tell the rifle was damaged, although far from unusable.  It was still alien to her.  (Need a tech or luck roll for it, but she found a damaged 'Kryslin Melter Rifle', assuming she passes either roll, i'll tell you its stats).  "Toi is active, apparently has found the Queen.  Kimmi is still unconscious, I guess one of those Kryslin fucked her silly, eh?"  The AI responded back to her.  "I'm detecting 2 Capital Class ships on long range scans.  One is definately a Kryslin make, a Kryslin 'Planet Killer', with more than enough weapons to turn whats left of this ship to scrap.  The other is... unknown?  Scanning... What type of ship is that?"<br/><br/>Group 2:<br/>As Toi asked her if she was alright, the hybrid got up, stretching lightly, her body tightening up.  It was lithe, but still athletic enough to have muscle tone.  Looking at one of the crates, her eyes gave a soft glow, and the metallic crate crumpled and caved in.  "I seem fine, at least as far as i'm aware, anyway."  Looking at the woman over his shoulder, she raised a brow.  "Tell me, where is the rest of your team?  I'd like very much to be off this ship, if you don't mind."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>