"Scree Anarti? Is that your name?" Mana questioned, pointing at him as she floated, now moving closer to his side. Or perhaps his name was Scree and he was an Anarti, or vice versa. She'd have to check the files on- "Neither word fits in with any words I have on record," ANI chimed in. "None that makes sense, anyways. Unless he refers to himself as a scary buttress in the languages of ghry and voltor. His race is not on record either. We must investigate the planet he came from on a later date, but for now, as you can hear from the explosions, we're quite busy. Toodaloo." With ANI's information not very helpful, she just went with the assumption that Scree was his name. "Mana. Uran." She said, pointing to herself and then to her four legged companion. The door opened and scree was quickly in the hands of the nimin nurse inside the medical bay. "He acquired such wounds after taking a fall in the lower decks after stowing away; perhaps unintentionally, but it's hard to say," Mana explained to her, floating around to get a better view of what was going on and if their new acquaintance was doing alright. "He cannot understand us." ******************** Lechstor groaned as one of his fellow pilots got hit repeatedly in the engines by the turret from earlier, eventually punching through the shields and causing a bright flash as the engine took the full force of the powerful elzion battery. That pilot was either making them look bad or the turret operator was making the enemy look good. Only one was operational at the moment and yet it was still giving them a hard time. "Airman first class Alborxa, take out that turret immediately!" his commanding officer ordered. He didn't have a good angle on her so flew past the ship before doing an immelmann turn straight up into a loop, ending the loop by flipping his ship back upright as he was now heading her way from above. He was about to pull the trigger when he spotted a bokite coming his way to get revenge for earlier. Well wasn't he the popular one here. Not that he minded.