Neymi was resting her knuckles on the dashboard, peering at the screens in front of her. She had remained quiet during their short exchange with the alien warship, letting Darion handle the situation. The worry and confusion showed on her face, her expression twisted in a frown while her lips were tightened into a narrow line. It was only when the ship entered warp and sped away that the hybrid relaxed a little.<span style="color: blue">"Anyone got the zlightest clue what hell that was?"</span>She said with a growl, before turning to face the others in the bridge.<span style="color: blue">"They knew not just the Zax, but that queen's name as well. Was that thing some sort of secret alliance weapon?"</span>Neymi turned around again, inspecting the screens and replaying short bits of the ship splitting up.<span style="color: blue">"Micro zilicon-based organisms? That's beyond even the zcope of the Grey. And that level of psionic power... was that a transcendent race?"</span><br/><br/>Rubbing her chin, Neymi considered their options.<span style="color: blue">"Monitor the battle yes, the recordings zhould tell us a lot more. Might be an idea to confront both Klaxx and the queen about this. We were zend because Klaxx has no other option to zend back-up, yet then this happened. They didn't seem to know about our mission though, but knew of the queen's presence aboard our zhip."</span>She looked at a still of the ship splitting up.<span style="color: blue">"This iz disturbing, to zay the least. I'm going to have to closely inspect the data on this later. Never have I heard ztories of a zhip like that, and I don't like not knowing things. In any case, it's not following right now, zo we should be in the clear, Darion. Just zeveral hours of relaxed zitting back until we crack a hefty bonus out of Klaxx atop our promised reward."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Anyway."</span>Neymi stepped away from the screens.<span style="color: blue">"I'm going to get out of this zuit, and zettle a zcore with that cat now. I'll leave Minsc here in case there's zerious trouble that requires my, or K'esara's attention."</span>With that, Neymi got up, sauntering out of the bridge with a seductive swing to her hips and tail, whatever the hybrid had planned for the other Goz clearly put her into a good mood.<span style="color: blue">"I zuggest you get zome R&amp;R yourself, you three. The roach considered giving us this zhip, zo that means he's got more in ztock for us. Might want to try chatting up that Zax queen if roaches are your type, Darion, if not, well, Kimmi's not a bad second choice I zuppose."</span>The hybrid joked as she stepped through the door and left the bridge, unaware of Kimmi's predicament and physical changes. One of the spherical sentries remained behind, impossible to tell apart from it's twin with it's weapons sheathed in it's chassis.<br/><br/>Locating the room she had picked earlier, she dumped the rifle she had looted as well as her heavy gear on the bed. Most of her tools, both for her technological work, and for "other things" was still located in the cargo hold, but Neymi wasn't in the mood to fetch it. She also deactivated Boo for now. She was going to have to repair and clean it's circuitry after the slime attack, but that was a tedious job she was all too keen on postponing. Especially with a far more enticing task at hand, Neymi thought with a purr to herself as she stripped out of her form-fitting suit. Now standing in the nude, the hybrid tossed her suit on the bed, while reaching in the one satchel she did retrieve before the mission. Her mouth twisted into a grin as she retrieved a black set of panties with a silver-colored zipper running along the length of it from the duffel bag. Oh she loved this outfit, that goz zlut had no idea what Neymi had in store for her.<br/><br/>Slipping the underwear on, Neymi slowly retrieved and put on the other pieces of the outfit she had brought along. Tight latex gloves that ran all the way up to her shoulders, worth every bit of the discomfort they caused. A tight leather top that barely managed to constrain her large chest, giving the impression that her cleavage was just waiting to escape. Others had more trouble breathing because of it than she did. Covering the bronzed skin of her stomach, all the way down was a tight fishnet suit. Thigh-high leather boots creaked satisfyingly with every step. All this leather was synthetic, of course, but it felt realer than the real deal. And naturally, she couldn't leave the room without her long duster jacket. Finishing the entire attire was a 15" firm, black baton with a leather tip, as well as the 12" strap-on that was aptly named Titan by it's producers. The strap-on was stuffed in a pouch for now, but she planned to make Kes yowl with it in pleasure.<br/><br/>Tying back her hair, Neymi licked her lips.<span style="color: blue">"I know you've been watching, XL-100. I don't care if you zend any images of this to Darion or the others, but if Kes has even the zlightest of clues what's coming to get her I'll rip out your circuitry boards and ztuff your mainframe with them. In any case, I've got a kitty kat to catch now."</span>Neymi said while seductively biting down on the baton she's holding between her hands. "Playtime." She purred, grabbing the duffel bag as well as a length of silk rope and looking to locate Kes aboard the Exarch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>