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"Oh, just do it already," Thomas snapped. "It's not like you could even hit the broad side of a barn from the inside, you're the one who's available." He swiveled his rifle up to the vents again - if they came through the vents they wouldn't have much warning and they'd be in a lot of trouble. "We need to cover those vents right now and make sure they don't come undone. Can we like scrap some metal from the walls of the vessel and nail it on? Anything at all? Explosives, I mean..." He trailed off, biting his lip a little nervously.

Garrett's smirk faded and he raised his arms to allow Jack room to move the gauze. When Gallagher was finished, he began dressing and spoke in a mellow tone. "The kid's dead. They ate him alive. I'll refrain from going into detail for everyone's sake." His shirt and jacket back on, he picked up his rifle and took a look up at the vents. "So... where's the nearest ventilation access? You think they'll be able to figure out how to get here through there? They didn't look like they had that kind of intelligence, but what the hell do I know? I just make s**t go boom." He knelt by his duffel. "I have four packages left, none of which I have the proper tools to make traps with. I do have two that operate via remote detonation.

"What the hell is with that tapping? Are they communicating or something?"

"That's my guess, ma'am," answered Captain Hendlow.

Arcadia was rather surprised to hear a respective word come out of the Captain's mouth that wasn't uttered with a sarcastic overtone; the fact that he could be this serious increased her respect for him just a little. Meanwhile, Hardin was coming to.

"What... what the Hell happened?"

Arkasian chuckled. "You were knocked the hell out, that's what, Chuck."

"Charles," Hardin corrected him.

"Just making sure you're not too banged up, Hardin."

"Hendlow, you send out the report, you've as much credential as I and you actually saw the f&$r;s." Kai replied to jack, training his own weapon at the cieling as well. He walked towards the center of the room, taking a look at the hole in the ceiling the now dead drathonians had come through. Kicking one of the brown blooded corpses out of his way, he surveyed the room, and it seemed secure enough. "Sol, you better be ready to relay all internal communications going on inside this ship to command, we've got a stronger signal than they do. We are going to have to just sit tight until the ship's actually secure anyway, so might as well sit tight."

The formerly scared marine engineer Sol, now closer to his element, was feeling better, and busily went about acquiring as many signals as he could and rerouting them to command, where they would be seperated and figured out. though not a communications officer, the techie was doing a decent job, and soon, he had nearly every squad within the Artemis tapped into wirelessly, and ordering issues and alerts would be easy.

[[ cmon kai, make something happen.... xD ]]

Jack rolled his eyes at Hendlow. He hadn't seen this side of his friend since he'd come on board what seemed like an eternity ago. He walked over to the sealed door, and kicked it. Bangs and scratches replied from the other side. Jack turned to the others. "Y'know, somebody's going to have to kill these things sooner or later. And I'd hate for it to be some greenskin rookie like we've been seeing all day. Why don't we just pop the door open and shoot anything that comes through? It's not that difficult with such a small choke point." He kicked the door again, and a distinct guttural gasp could be heard coming from the maw of the creature on the other side. Having nothing to do was making him nervous. He needed something to distract his mind from........................ other... things.

"Sounds like a plan" Kai agreed, switching his Sugar to Full auto. While lacking the ROF and spray of the Bro, this mode on a Sugar should do well against creatures that weren't shooting back. "Sol, on my mark, open the door. Marines, get ready to fire when or if they come in. Okay. On my mark, three, two one! GO!" With that the door opened with a rush, a hiss of hydraulics escaping from the cieling. For the first few seconds, nothing happened, then, slowly, the cretures began hopping in, some waddling awkwardly, others just jumping in. All were tapping or making noises of some kind, trying to locate the Marines within the room. Kai opened fire on the first one, catching it mid-leap and blasting a hole straight through it. It flopped to the ground due to the force of the hit, and then began twitching oddly, the contents of it's stomach emptying to the floor in a bloody mess. just after it, however, more began to burst through the door, it seemed about ten or fifteen of them had congregated on the door, guided by the noise of battle and the sound of boots on the metal floors.

"Woahsnap," Thomas yelped as the door flew open, squeezing the trigger to the front of the handle, and let loose a hailstorm of energy bolts, bringing at least one and hurting a few others. He tried to back away to keep himself clear, just sawing left and right to keep everyone and himself safe. His eyes also stayed on the others in case something went wrong - if something did occur he wanted to be ready to do something for them.

Creepy as the critters were, they were nothing more than charging targets in a space-age shooting gallery. All of the dozen or so toadies that had come hopping into the room were summarily vaporized. The last one went down with a shrieking moan. Jack approached the field of corpses and kicked one. The only response was the squirt of flesh sucking in on his boot. Jack leaned down and picked up what looked like the remains of a toothy head. "Hey Peterson, you like souvenirs, right?" Jack tossed the goopy mess of flesh into Thomas' arms, chuckling to himself.

Dante let out a small sighed as he shut the door. “You know, would it kill you to use a wall panel? I know it doesn't go by voice commands but most of you are over there and someone can press the button. Besides I was doing a vent scan to make sure none of those whatever they are weren't in the vents: looks like were clean." Dante turned his attention to Garrett, "Hey Captain Headlow, if those things weren't discovered yet then you get the right to name them. So, what would it be?”