Sif's gaze turned up to the Second-in-command as her gun was lowered by him. She listened and watched as he tried to glare her into submission. She glared back. She knew that she could beat him, no matter what difference in muscle, height or whatever they had. Everything was heavy where she came from, which was why her 9mm was modified a little to weigh a bit more and make it easier for her to handle. Once her arm was released, and Yay had turned away, Sif took two steps backward, to get distance from him, and then raised her weapon, aimed straight at his back. Though the LC apparently had submitted, Sif was not yet ready. "Sir, you have broken section thirteen part twelve of the SNMRG by ordering the ballistic execution of fellow crewmen without a lawful reason to do so," she says in a loud voice. "Stand down."

Yay collected a big pile os saliva during the talk, and now that the medic was gone he spitted on the floor. He looked at the MP.

"Sif is your name eh? Look, between you and me, I would avoid shooting people too. But as it stands now you will jusr have to let it slide. I wish I could be näive as you are in a situation like this." He patted the womans back and walked off towards Derek. The poor old bastard really knew how to make enemies. But this time he had to agree. No need in wasting meds. He pulled the man aside and pointed at a malfuctioning door, where a body was stuck. "Lets make the doc happy shall we? There should be meds in there. And you are going to help me get them." He looked at Sif. "Both of you!"

Martyn was in the process of moving the remains of a destroyed console when Yay signaled for the drone to head over, requesting a data transfer from the terminal to his PDA before heading off to deal with the other crew. Martyn turned his attention to the terminal, the screen seemed to have some trouble working but thankfully he didn't need it. Plugging in to the interface directly, Martyn began to restore any data caches that he could from the terminal using his own system. Once he got what he could he transferred it to himself as well as Yay's PDA and disconnected from the interface just as a shot rang out. He quickly discovered the source from the commotion that followed.

Martyn's security protocols kicked in and he began moving toward the armed crew, but they subsided as the situation defused itself. Martyn wasn't siding with the MP on the violations as the current situation was under 'exceptional circumstances' which deferred judgement to the highest ranking human crewmember, in this case: Yay. Martyn made his way over to the second-in-command and handed his PDA back to him. Martyn's attention then turned to the malfunctioning door, since he's gotten back into some of the systems he was able to override the door's Pneumatics from it's interface panel. He moved over to where the body was stuck and reached in, prying open the door a bit and extracting the body, pulling it off to the side as he got the door open for the crew.

Yay looked at the PDA he was bejng handed. In all the commotion he forgot that he requested the data from the terminal. He looked at the robot relieved. "Thanks pal. At least you have my side." Witha a small grin on his mouth he peeked back at Sif the continued to walk to the door with Derek. Once the MARTYN unit opened the door they pulled the body aside and inspected the room. The lights were blinking, but were in working order to his surprise. That means not all systems got fried. Such a relief. There were bixes and crates littered all over the room, probably thrown off the shelves by the explosion. Two boxes however took his attention. One with a large red cross that most likely contained medical supplies and another labeled "explosives". Jackpot. He turned back to the robot and handed him the medical box. "Please take this to the Chief Medic. We will sort out the rest." With that he started to search for valuables amongs the broken boxes and fallen shelves.

As Aldous watched from the sidelines all the drama that was occurring, he decided that it wasn't his business to get involved and that he should go back to his job. Albeit with a slightly different goal. Without so much as a word, he went to the navigation systems and began to look through everything in the vicinity to tell what was busted and what was somewhat salvageable. What the mechanic could salvage from the debris he would, and he stuffed it into his over-shirt (under-which he wore a tee shirt, being a mechanic was messy) in a sort of makeshift bag. Unfortunately, he realized that he'd probably have some trouble getting things that were either too close to a loose wire or trapped under some rubble.

He made a light note in his head to get MARTYN to help him later, it was probably preoccupied as of now.

Alistair groaned at the disturbance going on behind him, his arm still throbbing and making things not exactly pleasant. He could see stuff was going on, but apparently no one had noticed his own revised assessment of his physical condition. Wonderful. Well, he supposed that it was just because there were other people who were more seriously injured than he was.

Still, he had to make his opinion known as shaky hands worked at the clasp for his restraints. "Much as I'm a fan of 'hard men making hard decisions', I would prefer that we try to keep as many people alive as possible. I know I won't be executing anybody." That said he finally got the clasp and rose to his feet on shaky legs. So far so good, it was just a matter of figuring out the condition of the ship, and then going from there.