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Here's the deal these days: They know exactly who we are. They know exactly where we live.

Cybil is currently talking with Jaime Reyes about the possibility of hacking the ship's systems. Just a normal day on the meatship, a normal conversation in one of the cold zones, where there are no working sensors, about getting the hell OFF the ship, or turning the big bitch around.

"Do you think we could have our resident tech nerds build something to bridge the gap from technological to the more organic parts of her systems?"

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< Lyta, the Yeerks on board have made their move, > Ax explained. < At the very least, Robin, Sam, and Dox have been infested, but I do not doubt there are more. >

Which was why he had demorphed and was allowing Cybil to put a small child on his back.

She had just taken the hand offered to her, about to climb aboard the 'Ax train', when she heard a voice, female, and not entirely malicious but unexpected none the less.

Loosing her concentration, she plopped down on Ax awkwardly, throwing her arms around his neck for support, for comfort.

“Who… who is she?” her voice was trembling, cheek nestles into the softer fur of his neck.

Soundwave's presence seemed to blend in the background. For a moment, he listened to the others before finally moving out, walking in their directions. He looked at Ax briefly before stating. "These...Yeerks. Are they the ones troubling Stacy? I seemed to have...picked up an energy signature of them just on the way here.." He paused to look up, silent.

"I can feel them.. moving. Very subtle...but they are present.." His sensors sharpened their best. He looked around again, his red visor deepening in its hue.

What the fuck're Yeerks? Jono read all the wrong books as a child.

Surprisingly, Ax's form didn't seem to bother him in the least. Of course, he's been in a car where an alien duck was driving and he's met a phooka. That's not even bringing in the Fairies from Cassidy Keep.

Yeah. Ax is weird, but he wasn't THAT weird.

Her eyes narrow slightly at Soundwave, and for a moment there's a flicker of--no. Just a fluke. In fact, Soundwave is likely getting odd little energy signature spikes here and there that are phantoms, due to the Stacy's current psychic and sensory "static" that she's putting off. Undoubtedly, some of these spikes are the real thing--signs of Yeerks, but it'll be hard for ANYONE to pinpoint exactly who, with telepathic and sensory interference.

If the telepaths try to read her mind, they'll find those odd blocks there, the ones that Lyta discovered earlier when Cybil was possessed by that...thing. But nothing else odd beyond it. She's certainly not screaming in her own head or anything, and even if she was, it'd be hard to read.

"Billy, hand out any weapons you can spare. Everyone else, pay close attention. Alien parasites--Yeerks--have taken over some of our crew-mates' brains, and are attacking and trying to infest or kill the rest of us. Ax here is a shapeshifter--this blue centaur-body is his true form--we've known him so far as that kid 'Phillip.' The reason he was hiding was because he was afraid these parasites from back home were on board--and they are. We need to capture and restrain our infested crew-mates for three days. They have a power source they feed from--that they have here on the ship, and need to go to it every three days, in a pool of yellow sludge, to feed. If we can keep them away from that pool long enough, they'll apparently die, and our crew-mates are free, so you are to capture-only. Injure the fuck out of them if you have to, disable them, but there's no goddamn reason to kill anyone when we can cripple and fix them up in Medbay later. Secondary objective is get the injured medical attention. If you're not sure about someone, restrain them anyway. Keep in mind that the injured might be a host, so stay on your guard."

She goes on, already leading them along, towards the sounds of fighting, coming from the Mess Hall. "Infested crew look exactly normal, but a big tell is how they'll react to seeing Ax--his species is one of their ancestral enemies--that's how," she says, looking at Allen, who didn't react other than 'hey, blue guy!' with wide eyes, "we know no one here is infested. Nobody reacted when they saw him, other than in surprise. Not a twitch--I was watching. They also might have these very powerful laser guns that don't look like anything we've seen so far on this ship--do NOT get hit by them."

They can hear the fighting. "Ax, hang back and defend the kid. I don't doubt your skills as a warrior, but our heavy hitters here can likely take down the infested faster and can likely survive the damage more easily--and I want someone capable guarding our rear, and those stalk eyes look good for it. If the kid seems in danger--book it. Guard her with your life. Billy, use some of that tech you've grabbed to stun and disorient."

"Everyone, make sure the 'bots have enough room to move, since they're a little bigger than the rest of us. They need to be able to move without trampling anyone, so that they can dodge too--I don't doubt these beams could kill them just as dead as the rest of us. Jono, I want you up front. Blast away. Hurt them if you have to--hurt them bad, even. Just don't kill anyone. You be the judge of how much force you have to use. Lyta, stun who you can with telepathy, and try to get a read on whose infested or not."

Her last order is: "If someone is suspicious--take them down. You can apologize later. Now, move in."

So it's finally time to cross onto the battlefield and end it all. With a quiet sigh, Billy looks up from a round of weapons inspection and stands. He steps forward, nods first to Cybil and then to the group, and carefully unloads most of his arsenal, with a stun gun and a few grenades saved for himself. He offers similar weapons to the others.

"I've entered the weapon storage and acquired a number of devices that are capable of non-lethally disabling the infested. Select whatever you feel most comfortable wielding, but use them wisely---I've inspected the weapons to the best of my ability, but there was no opportunity for a field test."

Cybil herself takes some stun grenades, and a stun-baton to join her usual baton at her side, but otherwise sticks to her trusty side-arm.

But alas, Soundwave cannot be too sure of his readings. Indeed he can feel them.. but they are vague. No matter how much he geared his sensors--it was difficult. His intakes slurred quietly, and he looked at his trusted, and most reliable weapon he could have--Laserbeak. Transforming back into that mechanical condor, he perched himself on Soundwave's shoulder, looking at Cybil with that scrutinizing gaze.

Ax looked like he was going to protest Cybil's orders for a moment, but subsided.

< At their highest setting, Dracon beams can burn a hole through ten feet of titanium, > he informed the gathered crew. < They are also specifically designed to cause maximum pain before death. Do not get hit. >

Jono nodded to Cybil, then offered to Lyta, Lemme know if you need any help takin' 'em out. He was sure she would be able to handle it just fine and he already had his own job to do. But they didn't have any idea how hard these things would be to take down, so the offer was there if it was needed.

He reached up, pulling the cowling away from his face. In case that was needed too. 'M good fer weapons, he replied, nodding to Billy as he moved to where Cybil wanted him.

"Holy shit, that's gross. The yeerks, not you." Allen nods at Jono and Ax, while reaching around his back to where his colts are holstered. "'Sup Phil - Ax?"

Hey, as far as he's concerned, they're buddies. Smart-people buddies.

"I can shoot to disable rather than kill," he adds to Cybil, once both of his guns are gripped firmly in both hands. Indeed, he looks very comfortable with the weapons, as if he's held them for very long hauls of time and knows them like he knows the back of his hand . . . which he does.

Blitzwing looks mildly disappointed at the whole 'injure not kill' protocol, but hey, violence is violence. He'll take what he can get.
Shoulder cannons click into firing positions and the triple-changer hefts the gun up, taking care for once. He was really not eager to meet Stacy's podmate-defense system again.
"Vhatever. Let's move."
Don't squash za squishies, now! Oohahahahahahaa!
Shut up, Random.

Soundwave silently willed Laserbeak-- turning him back into his electric guitar mode and then quietly strums it a bit--testing himself. He had wondered if the damages Laserbeak will deal be effective. Acoustic attacks-- it seems, affects organics just as much as machines. These Yerrks--he hoped, would not put up a fight.

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