The large hanger twisted the sounds the group made into strange echos. It seemed impossible that if Enigma knew about the governor's transport without the rest of the Aphra also knowing. Yet as they made their way to the boarding ramp that seemed to be the case. The interior of the small, luxury transport was pristine and Ix couldn't help but be amused that the idea of how apoplectic the governor would be if he could see his shipped being commandeered by aliens and criminals.<br/><br/>Bizarrely the alien found herself faced with just that only a moment later. The man's face was severely marred by jutting metallic protrusions, clearly no longer operating of his own volition. Ix watched Tom take aim, and then do nothing. She couldn't comprehend the problem he was having, their survival was on the line what was there to hesitate over? There was no hesitation for the alien, her weapon was raised before Enigma finished speaking. It took the merest instant to recall the location of the organ that had been specified.<br/><br/>The crack of the weapon discharging was uncomfortably loud in the enclosed space. As life left the governor the ramp began to close once again, their last sight of the assimilated human a hideous snarl frozen on his deformed features. Ix waited until the ramp was fully closed before relaxing her arm and lowering the weapon. One of her hands gently pushed the human's weapon down as well.<br/><br/>"You no longer have of the luxury of choice Tom, we have already made our decision. We can have no say in our life-weave if we perish." She attempted to make the vocalization as reassuring as possible, but humans were always behaved strangely under stress. "We should get out of here before anyone else notices."<br/><br/>One of her other arms motioned the human toward the pilot controls. Ix was eager to be free of the prison, despite the fresh new hell that seemed to be bubbling up around them.