Pyre got close to the door that had admitted her into the room. The entire base gave her a sense of danger. For one thing, even though the pressence of an intruder was known, no soldiers were coming to apprehend or kill her, and the alarms weren't blaring either.  That could only mean one thing; She had walked right into a trap, and now she'd have to use her wits to escape.<br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/>A short distance from the scene of chaos near the Churchill, a customized fighter craft exited warp space.  The insignia and name on the side identified it as the Black Scantid. The fighter looked like it had been cobbled together from whatever parts the designer could find, which was actually quite true.  Though somewhat resembling a terran Wraith, it was definitely not made by any organized military. Throughout the craft, Protoss parts stood out in sharp contrast to Terran parts. How they all managed to work in tandem was something only known to the one who had built it, who was now playing with a lighter unconciously.  She sat in the pilots seat, looking at the technical readouts, humming to herself.  It had cost her quite a lot to buy all these parts from scrappers, but it had been worth it for the sensors. According to her readouts, the scene before her had been the result of an accident. Tsunami mentally added quotes around the assessment. The close proximity to the battlecruiser made it seem more like a terrorist act or a deliberate sabotage attempt. With the push of a button, she hailed the battlecruiser, which her sensors registered as The Churchill. "Churchill, do you read me Churchill? This is the civilian craft Black Scantid, are you in need of assistance?"