<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6d/48/bd6d489c542c479491006f30bb1efb60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kiyanee<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The bridge/ Melded<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Mya, Rose, open<br/><br/>"Hai, Mya-sen."  Kiyanee's free hand comes up to open a few buttons at the neckline of her coverall- soaked in sweat, she is burning up, her mind lost in Meldflow, light and heat.<br/><br/>The first drone, the length and rough shape of a person lying flat with her arms spread out, creeps through the path cut in the hull, beaming a lowlight scanner around, flechette gun sniffing for targets.   Another detaches itself from the<em>Dame</em>, and drifts around the hull of the raider to intercept the crippled pod<br/><br/>The ship's logs are not encrypted, but are in a dialect she does not speak. That makes necessary opening a line to the<em>Dame's</em>own computer, running a streaming translation. It is no longer a mere exercise; she is fully engaged with five separate threads. Six, actually- she is also from time to time checking their own internal sensors. Just in case.<br/><br/>"Log entries are sporadic, disorganized, Rose-sen, and the last is before the time the lockdown was ordered." She finds it hard to remember to slow her speech, so it comes out in clusters of related words. "They had their hands full, it appears. The only thing I find immediately that might be relevant: they raided a farm transport. Took aboard foodstuffs and unspecified 'live cargo'."<br/><br/>Her first drone dips close to the bodies, sweeping its light over them "I do not believe those wounds were caused by hand weapons, Vix-sen. And a lone killer, or a pair, would not explain the security alarm, or why the ship was not taken off alert once the murderers had eliminated the crew."  Her second drone hovers menacingly outside the viewport of the escape pod. While not heavily armed, its flechettes can destroy the small cylinder's atmospheric integrity easily. After making its soundless threat, the Skyfall extruded a gripper, latched onto a maintainance handhold, and tugged the would-be escapee towards the<em>Dame</em>'s airlock.<br/><br/>"Further complication, Rose-sen. It would appear the compounds we are searching for were being stored in the currently sealed hold."<em>Naturally. It could not be otherwise.  Every thread is thicker than it appears. Shit happens.</em>