The airlock with the tube is blown open, and a massive tauric figure, fully-clad in slate-grey armour. A double-barreled, pump-action shotgun is held in its right hand, supported by an elbow-hook, and she has a power-sabre held in her other hand- a long, curved, semitransparent energy blade. It  looks around, a bear's muzzle protruding from the visored helm.  Then it speaks to someone, or something, back in its own ship.<br/><br/>"Nothing is to pass." it commands, revealing itself to be female. "Not without my say-so and direct presence."<br/><br/>#Yes ma'am# two voices reply.<br/><br/>The massive figure looks around. On the left breast, gold wording reads "ADMIRAL RENDEL".  Across the back, more gold writing reads "CAPTAIN- FKS RENDEL'S CLAW".<br/><br/>She thumps towards the nearest bulkhead door, close to Jakob.