The Syndarin scoffed in mock anger at being rebuffed so rudely by the pilot, though she was privately amused by how he easily dismissed her, as if he was the king of this tiny little shuttle. Then again, there was no arguing the fact that cockpit doors built to withstand sudden and violent decompression meant that the little king was safe in his undoubtedly cramped throne room. Realizing there was little else she could do but settle back into her seat, block out the sounds of the odd couple and their frankly hostile mating calls, and wait for the one currently in the shuttle airlock to pull out the welcoming mat for the rest of the team.
Then it hit her.
"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no, there is no way someone is getting inside that ship before me," the Syndarin snarled as she grabbed Jemini (Jemini Cricket, Sevyn's Ardie) and the rest of her and began pounding on the airlock door, willing for the atmosphere to flood back in faster, with Jem protesting in her loud, usual, chirpy ways.
It was a long painful minute while Sevyn waited, followed by another as the atmosphere vented back into space. By the time Sevyn drifted off the shuttle and aligned herself with Jem, a person shaped figured was already outlined against the stark grey of the Lone Star, already at the ship's airlock door. The Syndarin began swearing heavily as her "teammate" reported success with the airlock, her mouth almost as dirty as Jemini's. The drone complaining directly into the Syndarin's comm channel the entire time as Sevyn tightly gripped onto a handlehold on the drone's slick frame, with the drone itself still stuck magnetically as it had been ever since it was forced into space.
Sevyn could already see the ship's airlock slowly sliding open, causing her to swear even more profusely as she furiously typed in a rough trajectory for Jem to fly in since the drone refused to do so itself, insisting that there unknown objects moving about near the person-figure.
It was then that it hit her again.
Derelict ships shouldn't have anything moving about in them.
The mercenary immediately grabbed for the rifle placed on her back as she magnetically attached herself to the shuttle, adrenaline clearing her head and her senses as every sight suddenly came into perfect clarity. Sevyn unwaveringly trained her sights on the tiny slit the person-figure had opened, slightly below and to the right of the figure's armpit. Almost on cue, bright blue orbs which blazed harshly in space popped out of the hole, followed by several others. Sevyn's sights snapped immediately to the first one, her finger tense on the trigger should the small drones prove hostile.
Somewhere off to her left, Jemini gave a single mocking whirr.
