while the ground team surveys the ship The Crow lifts off and takes to the air spiralling outward in search of possible threats or enemy troops in the area. the nimble Cesti scout moves over the area it's sensors sweeping in every direction for the slightest hint of trouble.
  Mahkti mans guns of the scout his ears twitching as he scans the land below for anything that might send anti-ship weapons their way.

PM

Spotting an ominous-looking grove of trees (they look exactly like any other grove.), Aziza rotates the lower ship's dish scanner and it complains with a mechanical squeak as the huge rotator joint swings around to check thoroughly for enemies hiding between the trees.  Or underground amongst their roots.  Or possibly just passing through the area.  Briefly she considers whether or not it's wise to destroy the trees even if they're not full of armored enemies, doubtless brutes with poor hygiene crawling with parasites just waiting to infest the unwary and share their horrific plagues with others.
Aziza's hands start to drift down to the fire buttons on the consoles and she hurriedly shakes her head and moves back to sensors, and begins to scan the copse.  But she keeps the other hand near the fire control, just in case.


21:26, Today: Aziza rolled 18 using 1d20+13. Computer Use.

Somewhere along the way, Trey had gotten lost in his own little world. He'd joined the ground crew, blending in with a knack for good smokes and a grin for any situation, helping set up defenses. He'd manage to snag his Prospect 23 suit off of Azi's purging bots, before it was 'disinfected' - with fire. And he'd spent quite a bit of time just staying out of people's way, especially Con-Raid, while he jury-rigged an old audio player and a few choice tapes. Something to help with speaking the lingo these bois spoke.

Back on HIS ship, him and De Bredren could understand each other perfect. Here, he had to struggle to know what everyone was saying around him. So, with the same cheerful pragmatism to which he applied everything else, he had begun to learn. Now he's finally meandering out of the room set aside, his suit's thick boots whispering across grass as he wanders.

"Tat dog be for I. Tat dog be called Spot. Run, boi, run!" He murmurs in time to the 'lessons' in his earpiece, getting better at understanding the occasional stream of comms traffic he'd picked up from the rest of the bizaare crew that 'rescued' him. Of course, an experienced ruggad boi like him couldn't help but notice the sudden shifting in power and minor G's that the gravitonic pull couldn't always catch. It's one of the reasons he's moving for the bridge, hitting a comm as he goes.

"Ey, Azi! What be, mon?"
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"I am being not find anything hostile or dangerous right now." the big cat answers as she examines the readouts.  "That is being particularly worrisome, as it is being indicate that the hostiles and dangerous things are hidden and are likely being sneak up on us."

"Oh. So, yah be eyein' for tem bad boi, but no-body be around for yah?"

States the space junker as he shifts along the corridor towards the bridge, the tools on his belt jingling with their own music in time to the subtle shift in acceleration pull. A single hand hovering near the wall, in the event he'll have to brace; After all, as many of his clone model have learned, a long straight hallway can turn into a long straight fall in a hurry, should system fail during acceleration process.

"Mebee tat mean tere be no-body to find?" He states, flashing white teeth at nothing as he pulls a gloved hand over his dreads. Then considers; Well, if they're scanning for hostiles, it means somebody may already be in trouble. With a thoughtful moue, Trey continues.

"Yah need a hand, ten? I an' I be tee extra eye on tee scannahs?"
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"That is being acceptable." Aziza answers after a brief pause.  One of her many hands leaves the controls a moment to wave at a side console. "Auxiliary sensors are being routed to that location.  "Red Icons are being known hostiles.  White are being we haven't identified yet, but are probably hostiles.  Blue are being allies, or hostiles in disguise.  The black area is being where possible hostiles are hiding from sensor detection."

Finally making his way to the bridge in time for Aziza to wave towards a console and explain the levels of hostility she's expecting, the bemused space monkey plops himself down and quickly latches buckles to his environment suit. Hey, Azi's got her paranoias, and Trey spent two months living inside his suit. It's the comfort things, y'know?

With a flourish across the screen, Trey wipes the old sensor data off and begins plugging in a new set of scanning coordinates. While he's not a combat pilot, he is a prospector - and if there's one thing a Bredren knows, its how to find things on a scan.

14:53, Today: Secret Roll: Trey Uv'secks rolled 20 using 1d20+12. Computer Use (ship).

Feeding his finds into a sidebar for Azi to review, he takes a moment to rub his chin thoughtfully. "Yah know, tat black zone go to I brain. If yah so worried about tem, why not send tee probe? She doan got no fancy neiter, Azzi, jes' someting tat screens tee place and send back to us tee results, yah know? Tats how I and de Bredren look on tee dark side back on tee Prospectah, mon."
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Aziza considers Trey's wise advice a moment and pulls in closer to herself, hugging her own body with her upper arms.
"But Probe Bot is being so small and crushable, and there are being so many hostile things that can destroy her outright." she protests weakly.

A small robot with mutliple sensor lenses on its head popped out of it's storage rack and nodded it's head in agreement with Aziza. lenses going wide as it flopped over and fell to the ground with a clank and a pathetic mechanical whine.

"However. . ." Aziza continues, rubbing one cheek thoughtfully, and her eyes dilate as she considers, "If we are being equip probe bot with lightweight ceramic armor, perhaps it is being survive longer.  Please to being calculate weight to thrust ratio, and I am being render appropriate shape for probe armor shell." she suggests, massaging a set of keys and bringing up a holographic display of an exploded view of the probe bot.
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Trey glances back at the probe, a sudden grin lighting up his face at the antics. Stretching out an arm to help flip it upright, he continues his scan, considering Azzi's request. With a nod, he pulls down a side window, having - covertly - swapped Azi's color scheme scans with his own Face scans. Happy, good. Neutral, maybe. Angry face, bad bois. And confused face for no idea. Just a temporary little change, nothing to get worried about! As he's running the mock-up for telemetry, he's speaking again - this ain't no dumb boi, for all he speaks!

"I an' I agreein' wit' ya. I doan be knowin' yah probes were tinkin' probes, Jah on I soul I doan know tat. But.. do yah have any spares for tem repairs on tem sweepah drones? If yah want, I an' I can look into riggin' a missile shell wit' de sensor suite. A dummy net, yah know, tat feeds back at us for tee eyes in tee skies. If tere be won ting I an' I an' Earnie be good at, it be making do wit' scraps. No worrahs."

He glances over his shoulder at the giant kitten, flashing his white toothed smile again. "Tat might help put yah at ease a bit, yah know? I an' I tinkin' we get moar eyes, ten tere be less places for tem bois to be hidin'."

OOC:
  Armored drone shell craft mechanical DC 20
  refit Missile for disposable remote sensor package Repair check DC 20

"Ship is being stocked with spare parts before being launch on this mission." Aziza notes archly.  She moves the probe schematic to one side and brings up and exploded missile model next to it.  "However recycling missile case is being faster and easier.  Missiles are being have short flight duration so we are being need to expand fuel reserves into area previously used for warhead.  Missile is being also have sensors already but cone of detection is being narrow and needs replacing with probe bot sensors."
Aziza plays with the schematic a moment, pulling out some components and moving others back and forth to compensate.
"Additional issue is being that probe will look like a missile, and may draw counter-measures and anti-missile fire to destroy it.  Are you being think of any way to avoid this problem?"

OOC~ Aziza's repair is is over +20 even without aid so she can't fail at this.

Trey frowns as he takes a bit of schematic for himself, trying to find a way to fit all the sensory components they'll need while maintaining integrity between fuel, weight, and size. He continually redraws on the tiny side image, humming cheerfully to himself in thought - trying to find a way around the snag he's hitting.

21:31, Today: Secret Roll: Trey Uv'secks rolled 18 using 1d20+9. Craft Mechanical .

He glances over, and laughs. "Yah, tat so, but if tey fire on tee missile sensah, ten we know where tey be, and ten tee sensah has done tee job. So, no worrahs." He glances back along the current scans, making certain to keep track of them with the constant multi-tasking. But it's not an unusual situation; On the Prospect, the six bredren would have to share tasks constantly - after all, there were only six of them.

Aziza draws her lips together with dissaproval and examines the missile cum sensor probe again.
"But I am being want sensor bot to survive and being return to me." she protests.  "Perhaps if we are being equip missile bot with flare cannister counter-measures, it is being able to defend itself from missiles better." she suggests, rotating the plan and adding the component.  "But I am being suspect that this will increase weight too much."

In reply to Aziza (msg #16):

"Tats why I an' I be using missile, yah know? Because tee missile nevah returns unless someting has gone wrong wit it." He chuckles again, clearing the screen and accepting the large feline's desire for a moment. Having found a more 'interesting' way to stream line the sensor alignment, he presents the 'exploded' view and swipes it towards Azi's console.

09:01, Today: Trey Uv'secks rolled 23 using 1d20+7. DC Craft Mechanical +9 - 2 for retry.

"Sometimes.." He begins, actually turning in his seat to look at Azi. His usual bright, happy smile somewhat muted with a quiet sadness. ".. Sometimes, yah got ta learn ta let tings go, yah know? Tee universe keeps spinnin' whatevah I an' I be missin'." Swinging back around to his own console, Trey begins humming a happy little ditty as he clears the scan and reconfigures. Best to keep the ship in one piece...
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"I think design is being ready." Aziza notes after running a brief simulation.  "I am being send program to fabber bot now.  Manufacturing is being commence in a few moments." she pauses a moment.  "Your addition is being. . . useful and your skills are being competent.  Thank you."

By the way Trey is smiling, one would almost think Azi just gave him a million creds or something along that line; He's positively beaming, even as he humbly shrugs his shoulders.

"I an' I an' Earnie bein' grateful foh tat rescue on tee slavin' ship, Azi. Tis helpin' be tee least I can do, yah know? Besides..." He turns back to his own console, bringing up the area scan once more. ".. Tis what I be born foh. Lit-ah-ra-lee. Ha!"
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 The Fabricators hum to life as the designs are input. one of the ships missiles is ferried ot the workshop and disarmed replacing the warhead with the new additions.
  In minutes the robots began to cut weld and install the armored shell on the probe drone adding additional lifters and a chaff/EM pod to the design to give it a better chance of surviving an unexpected attack.

"I am being program in test flight course." Aziza announces, after admiring the drone a moment.  She heads over to the central station again and squats on her haunches, allowing her to type with all four paws at once as she quickly throws together a big loop around the ship that will test both sensor capability and acceleration.  "Please to being decide on name for new design before launch, for good luck."

It took Trey only a few moments to run through his repetoire of good names, before he beams that bright smile once more. "Well, tis ship, she be tee 'black smart bird who be solid wit' tee tools an' tee shinies'? Ten tem bois be tee bird eyes." He laughs, delighted at his own joke, before he turns back to the scan. Humming 'three little birds' for a moment, before he speaks up.

"Ey, Azi! Tell me sometin' good. Tell me 'bout tat otter cat on tee ship, yah know? I heard only a little bit, but tat be yah hart? Yah one an' only?"

"If you are being refer to Cesti species, I am being only Cesti on ship." Aziza notes cautiously.  "I am being believe there are also being clanless white Cesti the others are being meet on the planet, but they are not being here and I am not being see them yet."

Trey scratches the back of his scalp, and laughs. "Oh! I an' I did not tink 'bout tat, Azi. I be tinkin' yah already know o' tat one. Mebee I an' I be listenin' ta too much side talk when I was at tee dorms, ha!" Dropping the subject with naturally cheerful disdain for awkward moments, his hands continue to move across the console in front of him.

"When will I an' I know when tee bird's eyes, tey be launched?"

"Construction is being take a few minutes.  Required adapters and structural elements are being machined and stress tested now." Aziza notes cheerfully.  "Once that is being completed, refit of drone body into new missile base is being very easy, and then all that is being needed is painting on new name "Ocular of a Predatory Bird who spots prey by eyesight" and patching in firmware drivers for chaff dispenser."

"Tere enough paint for all tat?" He jests, referring to the rather extreme name length. Releasing his hold on the console for a moment, the young man spins about, planting his EVA rig boots on the green, green grass - but not standing up. Hand automatically feeling along the wall, as if ready at a moment's notice to grab hold of any outcrop, despite his belted and seated status.

Habit of an old hand at deep space.

"If ever-ting be automated, what yah do when tere be no-more tings needin' yah attention? Nevah problem on tee Prospectah - ha! I an' I was lucky tee air scrubbin' was au-to-mated." He laughs gaily.

"There is always being something that is being need repairs." Aziza notes.  "And even when there is not being enough work I am often being shot at by mercenaries, or being check ship for infestations of parasites or diseases.  And the guest crewmembers are often not being careful enough about hygiene so I am being sometimes check them as well." she adds seriously.
"Mss. T'Risa and M'kira are being understand fun better than I am, perhaps if you are being wish you can ask them."
So saying, Aziza opens a communications channel to the Yacht to see if they're having fun at the moment. . .

OOC~ Take 10 for a 23 total on a use computer check to hail the others.

Trey glances back towards Aziza again, his eyebrows climbing slowly upwards. At last, he speaks, pulling his attention from the comms briefly to do so.

"Azi... when was tee last time you got out of tee ship?" He begins, before that grin comes back again. "I be no disrespect, now, but tere be not enough hours in tee day to be full of worrahs for all tat stuff. Sometimes, yah got ta just focus on tee im-poh-tant tings."

"I am being leave the ship sometimes." Aziza protests defensively.  "As recently as. . ." she thinks it over.  Then she thinks some more.  "Ah!  I am being remember now.  I am being left the ship for a few minutes at CASAR headquarters, for to being sign paperwork for this mission."

Wow, can you believe that was over four years ago real-time?

Trey blinks at the announcement, eyebrows climbing towards his brow as he considers the implications of the statement. By all means, from what he'd learned by chatting with the others around the camp itself, the team had been here for a bit.

"How long ago be tat, Azi?" He asks, finally looking up from the console. And flashing that bright, toothy smile. "I an' I tink yah need ta get out moar. Get some propah green undah yah feets."

"But there are being parasites out there." Aziza answers in a small voice, pulling in and emphasizing her protruding ribcage as she considers all the dangers outside the ship.  "And there are being enemy robots, and unexploded ordinance, and many other hurtful dangers besides.  Only being inside the ship is safe."

The automation purrs softly as it reports the completion of the upgrades and the transfer of the drone and missiles to the launch racks.
  A nervous mewling sounds as the drone indicates it is prepared for flight and sends test data from it's sensors tot he control system.

The terrain ahead of the Crow is rocky, and covered with one of the few stunted thorny foressts in the arid wastelands. The ships flight path takes it close to this area, but not directly over it.

"Yah, tat so. But tere be malfunctions in tee air, impurity build-up, tee immune system failing cause yah give it no-ting to work against, killah robot malfunctions, sudden meet-e-ahs, enemy weapon tat cause tee sun ta go nova, sudden pi-rate raid while yah docked..." Begins Trey, with a bright smile. "Tee point be, tere ain't no-ting perfectly safe, Azi. Yah can not hide from ev-ery-ting all tee time. Sometime, yah gotta do what yah can and let fate handle tee rest. No worrahs."

He turns back to the console, logging the completion of the drones, and continues.

"I an' I tink yah should come off tee shuttle wit' me when tings is calmed down, yah know? Someplace quiet."

Aziza considers Trey's suggestion, and her face takes on the sly look she gets when she's not being nearly as clever as she thinks she is.
"Alright, if planet is being quiet and safe, I will being leave ship briefly." she suggests.  "But not on planet where there are being unexploded ordinance and dreadnoughts of unknown but likely hostile intention."

"Tat be fair enough." States Trey, flashing that bright smile for Azi again. It might almost seem like she got away with it - until he continues. "So, when I an' I all done here, an' tee drones find no or-dee-nance, ten we take tee walk on tee wild."

"This planet is being have dreadnoughts of unknown but likely hostile intention." Aziza counters smugly.  "We are being have to wait for a safer planet to disembark."

Concerned at the lack of response to her signalling, Aziza boosts the power to the communications system and tries hailing the others again.

The drones and sensor packs streak off intot he uncharted sections of Aziza's grind. for several minutes the drone reports no activity, energy signatures or potential hostile targets. The missiles deposit their sensor packages as planned and begin to feed back direct data from the area as well.
       After about ten minutes the drone relays a signal from one of the packages. The missile package indicates the presence of a low strength electronic signal within the area. A signal which matches closely the type of signal sometimes associated with a remote operation device used in military hardware.

"Please to being clear communication channels." Aziza announces crisply, her eyes dilating as adrenaline starts to flood her system.  "I am being detect possible hostile military drone.  Missile Probe is being move closer to examine enemy at close range.  Are you being qualified on weapons?"

 NPCed

 " Ya, I be learning the guns with my Brothers." Trey replies and slides intot he right hand gunners position bringing the Crows point defense guns, and main weapons online.

---

   The drone begins to move into the area the signal originated from. Almost immeadiatly a second drone darted from cover and began to maneuver violently trying to get on the much faster Modified missiles tail.
  The drone is a SQz 150, a standard model usually manufactured by an O'maeda firm and sold on the open market. the small arrow head shaped device mounts light autocannons to defend itself or destroy other drones.
  The hostile drone sweeps the smaller faster missile drone with a number of rounds. The Missile Drone dumps its data packet in a ditressed sounding squeal, then pops flares and chaff bundles, as it darts, and dives and twists. The Smaller drone accelerates to twice the speed of sound rocketing away fromt he Slower hunter killer drone exiting it's weapons range in short order.

 The hostile drone is joined by larger attack drones that began to spiral outward searching for the carrier vehicle that launched the missile drone. one swings in the direction of the Crow and activates it's active pulse radar in search.

OOC
Aziza you may target the drones with your weapons and point defense guns, or attempt to acoid detection.

Drone AC 15
Computer Use ( sensor Jamming) DC 15

Alarms suddenly blare when the enemy drone activates it's sensors.
"This is why I am being confused at life." Aziza notes almost calmly as she paints the armed drone and brings up weapons.
"Miss T'risa is being believe I am paranoid and fearful of nothing.  But there is always being an enemy hiding somewhere nearby to attack me.  I am being fire all weapons at once, as we are likely being not survive long enough for a second attack."



20:26, Today: Aziza rolled 13,52 using 1d20-1,10d12. Mass Cannon.
20:26, Today: Aziza rolled 2,33 using 1d20-3,4d12. KE Munition 2.
20:25, Today: Aziza rolled 13,37 using 1d20-3,4d12. KE Munition.
20:25, Today: Aziza rolled 5,71 using 1d20-1,14d8. Plasma Cannon 2.
20:25, Today: Aziza rolled 0,59 using 1d20-1,14d8. Plasma Cannon.
20:21, Today: Aziza rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Initiative.

 In a flash of boiling plasma, exploding warheads, and kinetic impacts, the target vanishes fron existence. the combined firepower of the Crows weapons also reduce the stand of trees, boulders and a sizable portion of a hillside into smouldering ruin.

among the fallen tree, scattered bolders, and molten rock a low streamlined shap is visable. Smaller than the Crow it's blue black hull is a familiar sight. An outdated escort craft now most commonly seen among privateer squadrons as a commerce raider.

The small lightly armed warship is a threat to most commercial ships due to it's high speed and maneuverability but facing the crw it seems to be a missmatch. The cesti's heavier guns and equal agility giving Aziza the edge in a stand up fight.

Deeply concerned at the sight of a warship, even a smaller one, Aziza debates with herself for a bare second and then turns the Strange Wonderful Black Bird With the Cunning to Use Tools and a Love of Shiny Objects around, pulling away for fear of being flanked by more drones while engaging the warship.  Meanwhile she examines the sensors briefly to see if there are any more contacts hidden and waiting to ambush her.

 No further contacts appeared as the scout powered up and lifted, it's sensors going active as it began to maneuver and put some space under it's hull to prevent Aziza from pinning it down and bracketing it with her superior weapons.Twin missile tubes slid open on the roof of the scout as it began to track the Crow with it's fire control radars,

Options:
 fire weapons
 Use sensors to confuse enemy weapons fire
 maneuver to use ground as cover and fire over the hills.
 Make a run for it.

Aziza's lips peel back a bit from her teeth and her brow furrows in concentration as she begins a faint snarl, which in any other Cesti would be a sign of rage rather than a mild and slightly pathetic attempt at bluffing the universe.
Still, bluffing or not, Aziza intends to go down at least making a token attempt to defend herself, so she quietly snarls at her viewscreen, then toggles a small discreet button that fires every single weapon on the ship at once.  Most of them miss, as is only to be expected in such a hostile universe, and Aziza braces herself for inevitable destruction when the enemy ship counter-fires.

One Plasma cannon hit AC 15 for 54 damage, 1 Mass Cannon hit AC16 for 56 damage, all others nigh-certain misses.
20:28, Today: Aziza rolled 16,56 using 1d20-1,10d12. Mass Cannon.
20:27, Today: Aziza rolled 5,28,6,22 using 1d20-3,4d12,1d20-3,4d12. KE Missiles.
20:25, Today: Aziza rolled 10,60,15,54 using 1d20-1,14d8,1d20-1,14d8. Plasma Cannons.

OOC: *Whispers remember the bonuses I give you too!*

  The enemy scout seemed occupied with it;s power up and take off maneuvers. caught flat footed it was an easy mark for the Crows weapons.The heavy mass cannon, and plasma guns found their mark punching holes in the lighter ships armor and systems. and while the missiles were not well targeted the ship was caught close enough to the ground that blast effects, and debris from the multiple impacts below it seemed to find their mark.
  The unknown ship maneuvered violently trying to evade the impact of more weapons fire, it's crew seemed surprised that it had been detected and unready for a fight with a larger more advanced warship.Instead of returning fire it fought for altitude, maneuvering room, and time to bring it's shields online more valuable than return fire it seemed.

" OOC:

The enemy ship still needs a few more rounds to bring her guns online and activate her shields. The crow is assumed t be on full alert, weapons armed and shields up

Pilot and attack rolls please Aziza..and welcome back

Aziza pushes on the accelerator and moves her ship higher, getting above the enemy ship in hopes of reducing it's movement options and keeping it pinned between herself and the ground.  With several guns on top, she's reduced to pinging it with a single round from the ship's mass cannon as she angles by.
As an afterthought, she uses one arm to activate the ship's communications and starts jamming transmission.

18:39, Today: Aziza rolled 9,65 using 1d20-1,10d12. Cannon Shot.
18:35, Today: Aziza rolled 17 using 1d20+13. Computer Use.
18:31, Today: Aziza rolled 31 using 1d20+13. Pilot.

  The smaller craft managed to weave out of the way of the mass cannon shot. The explosion tossing up dust, debris and scrub brush across the hillside. Darting first one way then the other the pilot of the scout found the bulk of the Crow constantly overhead.
  Too lightly armed to fight, too poorly flown to escape the ship settled to the ground and began to transmit on all channels it could." Attention Cesti Vessel, we surrender. Cease Fire we Surrender."

Aziza is quick to react and a last volley of incoming missiles suddenly turns in midcourse to vent their explosive wrath on a completely undeserving hillside.
"This is being Captain Aziza of the Strange Wonderful Black Bird With the Cunning to use Tools and a Love of Shiny Objects.  Cut power to your weapons systems and then landing and turn off all non-vital systems.  This is being good day, and I am being inclined to accept your surrender as charitably as possible.  Please to be naming your terms when ready."

Aziza spent a moment congratulating herself on managed to get through the entire sentence without hyperventilating, which she indulged in now.  Surrender?  Who surrendered?  Enemies were supposed to be trying to kill one's self and, if lucky, die trying.  Surrender wasn't expect at all, and she had no idea how to cope with it.  Were they prisoners now?  Would she have to feed them all?  What if she had to let them on board the ship and locked them in rooms, did any of these people harbor horrifying parasites?  Would it violate laws on the treatment of prisoners to check?  How invasive were checks allowed to go?  She didn't know.  The pacing, hyperventilating feline calmed down.  There's was only one thing to do when you had a problem that you couldn't deal with, make it somebody else's problem  So she keyed off the signal jammer and began transmissions.

  " Copy, Strange Wonderful Black Bird With the Cunning to use Tools and a Love of Shiny Objects..." The Voice on the radio replied needing to take a breath during repeating the name of the ship.
   The scout grounded itself and powered down, plasma from it's Quantum reactor venting as it went into a full shutdown.

  A few minutes later Several O'maeda Tau filed out of the hatch of the ship, and raised their hands turning to show they were unarmed. Twenty minutes later three suits of familiar power armor Appeared over the horizon.

Poppy Roughly searched and tied up the O'maeda her face so angry the O'maeda balked and shrank back from her. She shoved them onto their faces and stripped the small built women down to their panties tossing their clothes and equipment into a pile.

Feel free to flash these bitches, If they try anything She radioed Aziza. The area is secure you can come down and check out your new ship."

"Miss T'risa is being request my assistance.  I am being need leave you here to guard prisoners." Aziza notes, worry tinting her voice.  She briefly examines options to make the prisoners more secure.

Guard robots?  She has one of her toolbots brandish a screwdriver threateningly, and ponders a moment.  It's scary to her, but other humanoids have completely insane responses that seem to preclude Aziza's own level of rational fear, and might not find a rolling toolbox with a screwdriver menacing enough.

Build something?  It's always her first response to a problem and it's worked so far.  She examines the manifest a moment, then deploys several robots along with a thousand yards of wire and a crate of plastic rods to double as fence posts.

"I am being send robots to build temporary stockade for containment of prisoners.  I and rest of constabulary forces are being return shortly with better options." she finally sends before gently boosting the thrusters and slipping the ship upward again.