Otacon thought for a moment or two--how the heck was he supposed to know what to do? Sure, he had the answers to all the crazy things, but this was crazy even by the standards of someone that went for a doctorate solely to build giant robots.

"..." The engineer's silence spoke volumes about his uncertainty. This was like nothing they had ever faced before, and that was saying something. How did one plan for a fight against aliens on an organic spacecraft?