Draiss stared at the craft for a moment, using his tech domain as he surveyed it, feeling that something was not quite right, something was off, and getting worse, though he couldn't name what or if it was a threat. He stared at it a bit longer, before shaking his head, his unease suddenly spiking. "Something is very wrong. Get every avatar on the way, and punch a way inside. Start recording everything, and get anything portable out. We need to move, now. When I say bail, you immediately evacuate the ship, don't hesitate for even a quarter a second. Shadow Stalkers, keep everything outside a three mile area, lethal force is authorized to force compliance, though attempt diplomacy first. Fuck the outposts, get hovertanks and transports in here to keep everything away. NOW MOVE!"<br/><br/>Draiss began pushing his way through the shield, trying to remember everything he could about it as he did so, he had a hunch the current crater was going to be an opener for a much more powerful one very soon. He just hoped he was playing this correctly. The avatar already against the ship was using balefire to cut open the hatch, though it was using several times the power needed to do so, before the hatch suddenly opened, dumping the surprised avatar inside, having apparently damaged the locking mechanism. A scream of pain indicated that the avatar had cut itself with the balefire blade, though by the time Draiss got there, the avatar was whole, a bit sheepish, but whole, and moving into the ship to see and remember everything, while acting like a looter during a natural disaster during a holiday. Draiss stopped inside, sensing the eight other avatars shoving their way through the shield, before picking a direction that his tech domain suggested, trying to get to the damage and see if he could do anything about it.