Shamus had just gotten back to his med bay before the conversation blared over the intercom. Shamus chose to sit down and listen , as this was the first conflict he had ever been involved in. He listened intently to the voice of the man the captain was speaking to.. and he couldn't describe the tone of voice as anything other then cold. He wondered what a human being, a usually friendly and highly curious race, would have to be put through in order to become the monster he now listened to put a shiver down his spine.. hypothetically. Shuunai were almost always united towards a common goal, and the idea that humans had thousands of different creeds and often fought amongst themselves was hard for him to grasp. 

With that over Shamus decided to get mobile, unsure if his services were to be needed in combat. Whatever the captain wanted from Shamus, he would do it. He loaded himself with his emergency medical equipment and slipped on the thin armor plating for protection. The captain said to bring heavy armor, but anything heavier and he wouldn't be able to regenerate properly. Shuunai were a tough race to kill anyways. He made sure to include bandages and anything else he would need before making his way out. Shamus for the first time in weeks pulled out his standard issue pistol and looked it over, inspecting it like he was trained. He had no intention of firing it if he could avoid it, but there was no telling what could happen. He pocketed the device and continued moving towards the hangar, doing his best not to stand in the way of other crew members who appeared to be occupied with their other duties. Shamus soon appeared in the hangar, unsure if this was were he was supposed to be but willing to assist in any way he possibly could.