The ravaged woman laid inside of their respective molecular regeneration pods, allowing their bodies to heal and their previously distended holes to return to a normal size.  As well as to remove the enternal and external bruising they had recieved from their vigorous fucking.<br/><br/>As Judith laid down in her chamber, she mentioned to Nalla, "Hey, be careful.  As of right now it doesn't look like anyone has been killed, but we still don't know what's going on.  I'm the only one certified to use the ARC Rifles housed in the armory.  When you get back I think we should head down and get supplies.  There's a med-com tablet on the table over there, take one so at least we can keep in communication..." Judith nodded to the medical electronics case, which housed 5 charging med-comm communicators.  Small, playing card sized radio's with adjustable frequencies, panic buttons, and location indicators.<br/><br/>Once Nalla was read to leave, she found the main control room.  It appeared the main security panel had been disabled and clogged with webbing, and the door to the main control room was now jammed open.  Inside thick amounts of webs covered most of the equipment, but Nalla could still pull up a read-out of the ships integrity.