The Engineering lead looked to Damien as he raised his hand and made the suggestion of accessing the Freighter's computer systems to get a complete damage assessment to effectively execute repairs in a timely manner. She nodded, but let out a sigh as she could already see the issues with that. "If this had been a Earth Vessel we're talking about. I would certainly give you the go ahead. However, we're talking about a ship belonging to Gamalon Nationals. There is a lot of Geo-political landmines we can inadvertently trip if we're not careful. So I say if you can get permission from someone of authority on the Freighter's crew. Like the Chief Engineer, Captain, or Ranking officer. Go right ahead. Until that changes, we'll have to go along with our own SOP." The Leader mentioned. Just behind her the pilot called back that they're in final approach.<br/><br/>The shuttle would touch down int he hanger, and the sharp hiss of air being pumped into the equalize the pressure was heard before the rear ramp lowered. The engineering team would be greeted by a small group of Gamalons wearing blood soaked bandages. It was obvious they were nervous about having Terron Military on board. Even if their people have been at Peace with Earth for nearly four decades. One elderly gentleman limped forward.<em>Are you here to help?"</em>he asked in his native language while eyeing the security team wearily. It would be Carlos taht approached. His Gamalon far more fluent than the others. "<em>Yes, we're here to help. We brought engineers to get your systems on line, as well as Medical staff to look to any wounded. I, and the ones with me are up to date on Gamalon physiology. Do you have anyone fluent in Terron to aid the Engineers?"</em>Carlos asked. the older gamalon looked to the people on either side before motioning a young man forward. the two spoke a moment before the young man spoke in accented terron. "I Slan. Will Help." He stated.