"Better a little bumped and shaken than clawed and eaten." Remarking this seriously Dr. Catseye sighed with relief as the command center began to show signs of getting in the air. He could only thank his luck, and the other survivors, that they were getting this far at least. It was far from over, but at least it seemed it had given them a fighting chance.<br/><br/>In these circumstances it was about as much as he figured they could hope for. Silently he felt a sting of regret for not being able to save the laboratories, but given the state of affairs, there had been very little options but to get moving anyway. Looking over at Anya he cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"I apologise for snatching command momentarily, but we needed to get moving. I respect the chain of command though." He really didn't want to have any trouble with her.<em>If she suspected that there was any infection, the end result would be a quick death, at best.</em>He grimaced a bit at the thought, realizing he was still staring at her.<br/><br/>"Well done everyone, we're one step along the plan." At least they had a plan.<br/><br/><em>If only there was a way to adjust the falling ship's trajectory to both give more time and to distance the blast, but there would be no such luck with current resources. On the upside if the Zerg would be there still when it touched ground, they would be less likely to cause harm. Burrowing or not, that level of destructive power would purge any that didn't get out of the way.</em><br/><br/>"If you'll excuse me." He stepped a bit aside, holding a hand to his head and grimacing. Those voices, those thoughts, were they his own? It was a bit uncomfortable. His skin itched beneath the gloves. He wanted to take them off but couldn't. He wanted to take off the darkened glasses he wore, but dared not.<br/><br/>"Lets hope there's a ship there that can carry us onwards." He muttered, silently wondering about what lay ahead.