@RumikoOhara@Habibi359@Dark LightListening to the conversation that was bordering on unhinged Wyn frowned at the sound coming from behind the group. Turning he eyed the groups surroundings slowly. This was just the sort of place that he personally would have set up some sort of trap for unwitting individuals being summoned into a wrecked out hull because they were desperate. Listening he could have sworn he heard gunshots. As the mechanic disappeared into the bowels of the ship Wyn slowly drew his gun turning in a full three hundred and sixty degree circle before walking towards the ship. It wouldn’t provide that much cover but it was better than nothing since that's what he would have standing out in the open like this.
As he walked towards the inside of the ship he could hear the chemist muttering something. Wyn wasn’t sure what it was and he wasn’t terribly sure he wanted to know what it was. The last thing he caught was moving mounds and something about paranoia. That was when the largest fucking scorpion he’d seen to date on this backwater came shooting up out of the sand skittering right for the chemist.
Winston didn’t hesitate, the alliance standard issue side arm barked four times as Wyn unloaded on the oversized arachnid as it skittered forward. The shots connected as he continued to walk. The soldier's giant combat boot lifted and with a tremendous heavy he kicked the wounded arachnid into the metal plating on the bare bones ship's interior. Not content to let it get back up and attack someone he walked over, put another round in its center mass and then crashed its stinger with his heavy armored boot.
“Gorram wild life. You can’t get away from this stuff around here. ‘Ey look frosty, thought I heard gunshots earlier. Don’t want to be caught with your drawers down.” With that Winston swapped out the magazine he had in his hand gun before settling in to watch the back of the ship for more scorpions or possibly whatever he’d heard earlier.