Khementari had arrived.  This was unexpected to say the least. Where had she come from, outside? She certainly hadn't come from an area where a ship could be docked. Zeta's mind couldn't really process the how, but it was certainly obvious that she<em>was</em>here, and that was enough. An ally would make this easier than it already was.<br/><br/>"Khementari. Do not destroy his code cylinders. We cannot stop the ship without them."<br/><br/>There was some sort of emotional exchange going on between them, perhaps involving this "Force" that Zeta had heard about but rarely seen in action. The inexplicable denting of the walls and minor wracking of Khementari's stance was clear enough proof that it did exist, in much the same was as air currents.<br/><br/>As Khementari made her move, Zeta made hers, sprinting forward and throwing her whole weight into another head-bursting attempt.<br/><br/>One of these times... (6 : 4 melee, +2 roll)<br/><br/>