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Marga's fingers danced across the console screen as she tried to decrypt the Lone Star's code. It certainly wasn't the run of the mill, military algorithms she had spent so many years hacking into for her career as a thief. Ideally she'd want to delve deeper into the computer's depths and study the various codes that for some reason, kept changing their base sequence and re-incrypting themselves each time Marga almost had them figured out. If she didn't know any better, she'd say there was someone with knowledge of how hackers operated working against her at precisely that moment.

The thief's attention was momentarily diverted by the sound of something tearing, slicing through metal. Her eyes caught sight of what appeared to be claws and widened, before she turned her focus back to opening the door seeing as how the others were, more or less, handling whatever it was. Unable to get her goggles to scan the creature while her concentration was set on solving the algorithm conundrum was rather frustrating though. She'd have liked to of known what they were up against if they encountered another one.

A blast of heat whipped past her shoulder, startling the thief just as she was about to enter the last digit and finally crack the ever-changing codes. Whirling around, she practically snarled at the man who had almost shot her. The edge of her environmental suit was a little worse for wear on the left hand shoulder, but otherwise Marga had escaped the incredible feat of stupidity unharmed.

"Are you mad?! You could've killed me!" @DJAtomika

"Same here, you little git! You just wait unt-" Marga cut herself off, surprised as she heard the door behind her open. 

The Lone Star had incredibly high-tech coding systems but blow up the console and the door just opened? Nah, something wasn't right about that.

"Everyone inside! Now!" @Kalas

Not needing to be told twice once she spotted the state of the umbilical tunnel, Marga was a split second away from darting through the now opened door when she felt an arm encircle her waist and pull her towards the hatch. Marga was shocked when she realised what she was feeling was the familiar protective touch of Mez. Dragging her out of harm's way was an action he had done countless times before when they were lovers and had been on various jobs together. When. Had. The thought kicked Marga into action and she struggled against the Visipian's incredibly strong hold on her body. She was about to start screaming at him when she noticed the explosive in JR's hand, but whatever she was about to say was lost in her throat as Mez launched them both through the doorway and out of the path of the explosion.

There was a a single second before the bomb went off - barely the time needed for a single heart beat - when Marga stared up into her former paramour's face. Her own was masked by the dark visor of her helmet and she didn't care to think about what her own expression might look like if he could see it. BOOM. Instinctively, Marga wrapped her arms around the back of Mez's head to protect it from oncoming, flying debris and pressed her body against his.

As the dust from the explosion cleared, Marga could practically hear her blood rushing through her heart as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Not being unused to explosions for the thief was an adapt bomb maker, Marga instantly took in the situation. Mez. On top of her. Mez. Marga's primal survival mode kicked in, memories of the last night they had spent together flashed through her mind and panic seized her chest.

"Get the fuck off me!" Marga shrieked and without even thinking about it, shoved and kicked as hard as she could to get out from under the Visipian who had tried to murder her.

"For pete's sake! A little warning would've been nice!" @DJAtomika

The thief crawled a few feet away from where she had landed once she managed to get out from under Mez's body. Marga struggled to control her breathing, her limbs shaking as the primitive 'fight or flight' response went off in her brain with all the power of a star imploding - and it didn't have a single thing to do with almost having been blown to bits. Marga accepted the hand the doctor offered to her and stood on trembling legs. She just hoped that her suit would conceal these things from the others. She didn't want to be seen as the wink link.

"Be glad I have mag boots, colleagues! Marga, you need to help me search for a way to seal this hole, and fast! I don't know if Hundred or anyone else made it out of that alive, but if we don't get the survivors in and seal that hole, we're not going to make it! Mez, you too!" @DJAtomika

"I'll go get Farvis, he was further back than the Syndarian. You work on the hole!" And with that Marga turned to go see if the others had survived, heading back towards the treacherous and deadly entrance.
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