Baromir had changed from his medical garb into some loose clothing before sitting in the command chair of the Aquairre, awaiting the news from the others on what the heathen En had said, second hand. He contented himself with directing the last of the field stripping of the twisted wrecks. The voidcrew performing space walks were spritzing bursts of inert gasses like nitrogen and helium from wands into the nooks and crannies of each pulled subsystem. Glinting clouds of the hazerdous glass-9 billowed away into the void of space. The work was long and tedious, but hopefully the cleaning would make work with these systems possible.<br/><br/>Soon, everyone would be ready to distend what loot was found here and go back to Ares and put another layer of armor on the fortress world.