The soft spoken medical officer, one of the only few people in the transport shuttle not in handcuffs, was busying himself with the Holonet. His employers, the pharmaceuticals corporation known around the galaxy as PharmCo, had sent him this mission dossier in the hopes that he'd be able to field test their newest creation, but currently he was trying to evoke a response from his contacts in the staff. Slow going, out here in deep space, but at least he had a working Holonet connection. With his rifle laid out on his lap, his elbows rested on its smooth plas-steel surface as he tapped and scrolled away, trying to compose an email to his employers updating them on his situation.

Then his datapad bleeped and abruptly cut the mail feed he'd been streaming.

Well, he [b]had[/b] a working Holonet connection. With a grumble he folded up his pad and stowed it in his rig. Stupid thing. Here he was in deep space, trying to get an update to his employers, and the damn thing refused to send it. Oh well. The message was saved and archived on his holomail account. He'd send it later.

Simon sighed and stretched and rolled his shoulders upon hearing Felix come over the intercom with the pleasant update that yes, they were here, and no, the Lone Star had no power so they couldn't dock. One of the crew shot a suggestion into the air, the only other human in the crew, upon closer inspection, though he knew that Farvis was no ordinary human; the vitals and bio signs his armour's visor was displaying into his eyes told him all the story he needed, along with the vitals and basic details on every other person in the shuttle. PharmCo's Reactive Armour line was living up to his expectations so far, although he knew the 'reactive' part was yet to be tested. Supposedly the plate armour he wore could react and adapt to protect against any projectile or melee threat thrown at him, from bullets to energy weapons to knives and explosives, but that feature was untested. He was here to test it, mostly anyway. His real reason...lay in his head, something he was unwilling to even think about before they were able to board.

Getting back to it, Felix shot down the suggestion, leaving the air open to more ideas on how to get the shuttle, and its passengers, into the Lone Star. Simon was but a doctor, but he had an inkling of an idea. First though, he needed something confirmed. He stood and ambled to the pilot door.

"Felix, are the hangar bay doors of the Lone Star armoured? If we had a large enough armament, we could theoretically blow open those doors or a fragile structure next to them to allow us entry."