"What guns?"  Deacon would call out as he stumbled out of his waiting spot, heading towards a commlink as he'd click it to send a transmission down to the surface, he wasn't going to shout into the ship to person commlink until he knew they were down there and answering.  Once one of them does answer and he recognizes the voice he'd speak up.<br/><br/>"Who'd you guys piss off to cause them to fire on us.?"  He'd ask as he tried to bring the ships sensors online.  It was a survey ship at one point, so finding metalic signatures shouldn't be too hard.  He wanted to search for where it deteched the proper shapped signatures, see if they could get around away from these defensive guns and get back down to the planet, since if they are getting shot it won't be long until the rest fo the crew are getting shot..