There were several more bursts of gunfire as the crew found the pieces and parts of the husks that were still moving, and opening fire on them, cursing verbosely. Firas looked around, counting the crew. Several were missing.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Casualties?</span>He asked grimly, looking at Cantenelli. The human nodded.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Yeah, casualties... Five of em!"</span>Taseer said dropping her helmet on the ground and walking toward the ground crew.<span style="color: navy">"Five of our crew are <i>dead</i>! They're still down there on that fucking planet, in that fucking ship that <i>you</i> said was clear!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">Taseer...</span>Shira muttered in a placative tone, looking up at her behind her scorched visor.<br/><br/>The asari looked at the Quarian for a moment, trembling with a mix of fear and anger, then back at the ground team, eyes jumping between them. Sorv climbed down out of the crawler, slowly.<span style="color: navy">"What the fuck happened, huh?"</span><br/><br/>Firas looked slowly across the bay at Sorv, who looked back at him and rolled his shoulder, uncomfortable under his gaze.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Hey, I asked you a question!"</span>Taseer yelled at them.<span style="color: navy">"What the fuck happened!?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Taseer, relax.</span>Cantenelli ordered sternly. She glared at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"I don't want to fucking relax! I want to know why five of our people are dead and what the fuck those things were!"</span><br/><br/>Firas was about to speak, but Cantenelli beat him to it.<span style="color: blue">Taseer!</span>He shouted to get her attention. It did.<span style="color: blue">There are five people dead, and we all want to know why, but this is not the time! We're angry, we're scared. Its not the time to try and figure this out. </span>He glanced at Firas and the ground team.<span style="color: blue">As Darion pointed out, we need to rest. So, first we deal with the rest of these... things. Then we get our heads right, then we debrief.</span><br/><br/>Taseer stared at him for a long moment then looked away, beaten. She walked past the waiting crew and muttered,<span style="color: navy">"Let's get these fucking things off the ship..."</span>And started gathering the husk remains and dropping them in a quivering, writhing pile.<br/><br/>Ashana looked on, not moving from her place against the crawler. She glanced down at herself, for the first time realizing that the EVA suit had been spattered with the blue husk blood. She ran her fingers over a patch that was wetter than the rest and lifted her hand before her, keeping it away from her face as though it might infect her if she had it too close.<br/><br/>As Milenya approached to check on Sorv he waved her away.<span style="color: darkorange">I'm fine, thanks.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: yellowgreen">Captain?</span>Beruut's voice echoed in the hold.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">What is it, doctor? Is Falkris alright?</span>Cantenelli asked, lifting his omni-tool to his mouth.<br/><br/><span style="color: yellowgreen">What? Oh, no his condition remains, but I request keeping something of the aggressors for study.</span><br/><br/>Cantenelli blinked, surprised at the request, then frowned as he angrily replied.<span style="color: blue">Absolutely not! Its too dangerous.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>