Tsunami's reflexes kicked in before she was aware of the threat. Though slow compared to a trained ghost, she still had some potential, and was able to maneuver the craft just enough so that the beam grazed the ship. As the impact rocked the craft and sent it careening away from the Churchill, diagnostic reports cascaded on the various monitors and warning sirens sounded throughout the cockpit.  "SHIT! What the hell was that?!" Her hands moved across the console in a flurry, as she activated repair systems and silenced the alarms.  "Churchill, do you copy Churchill?  My shields are down, and most of my systems are offline.  Requesting permission to dock aboard your ship. Copy?"<br/>------------------------<br/>Pyre could feel Shadir and Gonathi getting closer by the minute.  As she made further progress, the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand on edge. Off in the distance, a blood curdling scream pierced the recycled air within the facility.  She couldn't tell if it was human or not, but it grabbed her heart in an icy grip.  She was so distracted by the scream that she hardly noticed that Shadir and Gonathi were right around the next corner.