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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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Backup is here in the Mess Hall! In the form of telepaths, robots, and people with guns and stun-weapons! Plus an Andalite, but he's hanging towards the back, protecting a kid and there's a wall of people between attackers and them.

"Everybody, down! Until the telepaths and 'bots sort out who's infested, everyone drop your weapons and get down on the floor!"

Connor, wild-eyed, panicked, and hiding his terror badly, was still staring up at Sparhawk from his place above Murphy. Everything about his body, from his tense shoulders to his wide eyes, practically screams for help. And then, in one short moment, it blinks out- replaced with someone else's frustration, someone else's fright. They dropped their weapons, and didn't move.

Tobias spots Ax and flys back to him before dropping down as asked. < I'm not infested! > he calls to the telepaths. < I'm not even sure my head's big enough. >

< Finally...t's good to see you. I know you're you, because of that whole "die by your own blade before infestation" thing. What's been happening where you were? And who's the kid? >

Under the table he's claimed as cover, Chris cowers—actively trying to hide, really.

< Tobias! >

Boy, was Ax relieved to see his friend alive and well. He quickly summarizes the situation in private thought-speak.

< My apologies. Dox and I were going to search for the Kandrona, using his omnicom device, but he went ahead without me, was over-powered by Sam and Robin, and infested. They spotted me, but I managed to escape. I managed to locate Prince Cybil, but Jaime Reyes' friend Paco was also infested and attacked. Prince Cybil and I continued on and located several other allies -- none of them reacted to me the way a Yeerk would, so I believe they aren't a threat. As for the child...Prince Cybil ordered me to stay back-- > Tobias can just hear how happy Ax is about that, < --and protect her. >

Ax looked around at the mess of the Mess Hall. < Who is a Controller here? >

Mai keeps her knives on hand, glaring at Cybil, then Ax, then the crowd of people.

"Give me one good reason to listen to you. I don't know what 'infested' means or whats going on. I just know that those two..."

She tilts her head towards Connor and Murphy, "...yelled something about an Andalite and attacked the talking hawk and the rest of us. So, I'm not exactly very trusting of any of you right now."

Sparhawk is with Mai. No matter how authoritative the voice, how do they know that they can trust these people?

So he lets Mai do the talking, instead keeping his guard on Connor and Murphy. His blade does lower slightly though, to show that he is listening.

"What it means is something is altering their minds right now. Nasty...creatures, I guess is the best way to explain it. That've crawled inside their heads. I need everyone to put the weapons down, until we're sure they're the only ones."

Her gun is raised after all.

"If I were one of them I could've shot you already, much faster than you could throw those knives. Since I haven't, means I'm not. Can you put 'em down for a second? Our problem is right now that with the telepaths and the 'bots here, we know our group is clean. We don't know if we should trust you, that you are."

Mai narrows her eyes at Cybil, then slowly lowers her knives, but she's staying on guard. And all she really has to do is flick her wrist anyway.

"I know I'm clean. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have been throwing knives at the two morons," She jerked her head at Connor and Murphy. Then, she stiffens slightly as a thought hits her and what Cybil had just been saying about things crawling into peoples' heads and she figures out the implications thereof. Her eyes widen slightly and then she closed herself off again, looking angry this time. She shoulders hunch slightly, eyes narrow, as she stares at Cybil.

"...I need to find Zuko. Now."

"Okay," she says, as she signals the others to come in and handcuff Connor and Murphy, and remove their multitude of other weapons.

"How about a compromise? Just...keep them lowered like that. Then let the telepaths and the 'bots get in a little closer to scan you. If they detect nothing, obviously we'll know you're telling the truth, and we'll all carry on and take down anymore of these guys, find Zuko and anyone else that might need our help, and explain what we know along the way. Sound good?"

She sounds like Vanion. That thought makes Sparhawk smile even as he lets the tip of his sword lower to the ground. At least others are making sure that Murphy and Conner don't go any where.

"Work away neighbour," he says.

It's against every instinct the Chief has to put his gun down at a time like this, but Cybil is the captain. What the captain says goes. He lowers the big M6G after a little hesitation, but he's not letting his guard down by far. He's mostly worried about Toxin at the moment, it wouldn't surprise him if the symbiote tried to continue the fight on his own. Also, he's eyeing the MacManus brothers with a great deal of interest. It can't be the Flood, their bodies haven't been altered. And the infection forms would generally settle in the chest cavity, not the brain.

"Yes ma'am," he nods to Cybil. "Scan away."

It wasn't until everyone in the mess had lowered their weapons a reasonable amount that Lyta finally stepped inside and approached the first crew member, which just so happened to be Sparhawk, the one who appeared to be the most cooperative.

She managed to scan the minds of Sparhawk, the Chief, and Mai while the bots went through the others. "It's ok. It's all right, they're clean," she said, turning to inform the captain before letting her eyes settle on Connor and Murph.

It took a few moments for her to even realize that she'd made a connection while scanning the twins, for instead of the usual surface thoughts that skimmed at the top of the minds of all living things there was nothing. Silence. It was as if someone had hit the mute button to the McManus twins' brains.

"They're not," she then added, nodding at the twins and stepping back to gain some distance from them.

The twins are cuffed, their weapons are removed, and Cybil turns to the 'bots. "Do you mind dragging these lugs with us? I want to keep them in sight."

C'mon, guys, you get to drag around some fleshbags and treat them like hackey-sacks (as long as you don't break them). Goodtimes, right?

To the others, she says, "Anyone here too injured to fight?"

"I can fight." She says it matter-of-factly, then turns towards the door, "And I'm going to find Zuko."

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Sparhawk just watches Lyta as she approaches, doing his best to look non-threatening. She doesn't appear to be glowing, which is the feature that he would normally associate with telepaths.

He is relieved to get the all clear though. "I will fight," is his response to Cybil. Not can, will. Just ignore the shoulder. He is.

"I'm fine." Both physically and, as Lyta confirms, slug-free. Though he's not so sure about Sparhawk as far as wounds go, he'll hold his tongue for the moment.

What matters most is getting to the bottom of this, and that usually means time is of the essence. He's pumped with adrenaline and ready to move, and the quicker they get this sorted the happier he is.

Gwen stood up from where she had been taking cover. Her gun had been at the ready, but in the panic she didn't have the slightest clue where to aim, and she didn't want her bullets lost in the chaos.

Really, she didn't want to admit that she had just locked up.

Frowning, she holstered her gun and just nodded at Cybil. "I'm fine, too," she offered, and Lyta could confirm.

Tobias listened, quiet for the moment. He did know what Yeerks did around Andalites. Tobias told Ax about the guys he'd gone at it with. < I don't know his name, but you'll know him, I gave him some nasty scars when he tried to grab me. There was another one with him. I think I remember him but it all happened so fast. The sound bomb went off and I was flapping around half out of it. Then I had to dodge the shooting and play "keep away" because they were trying to get to me. I think I remember his voice though. >

He was surprised that the McManus brothers were clean. < Coulda fooled me > he said. < I was sure they were controllers. >

Along with Lyta to confirm, Soundwave had only stood behind the other humans, towering a bit in silence while holding his sentient electric guitar firmly. He scanned in silence, observing the signatures these different organics have and apparently, none of them were too erratic to be considered... possessed or anything of the sort.

He could only scrutinize them in silence, hopefully not taking any notice to him or Blitzwing.

After finishing her scans of the mess hall crew members that she could actually scan, Lyta rejoined the rest of the group. "As far as I can tell, no one else is infested except those two," she said to the captain and pointed at Connor and Murphy.

Can those Yerrks actually do what he thinks they can do-- or can they just control the situation as quick and as painless as possible? He stared before the two before finally coming out of the shadows and towering them... like a broad and formidable wall in between those infested ones from the crew members.

Very strange for him to defend the other organics. But it was all the more a straining task. Just so he can get out of this place. But...could there be more? His darkly red visor scrutinized Connor and Murphy before he lays his hands on the electric guitar strings-- ready to strum and manipulate. "Your call, Cybil." he speaks without looking away from the two infested ones.

< At most, it takes a Yeerk three Earth days to succumb to Kandrona starvation, > Ax said from where he stood with Eve and Tobias. < Once the Yeerks die, Connor and Murphy will be under their own control again. In the meantime, I would suggest leaving them here -- or somewhere else safe-- under guard while we locate the rest of the crew. >

Yes, 'we'. Ax was still mildly irritated at being told to stay back.

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