Yaichiro began using the CASTER Tape Dispenser to bind the hands of the unconscious first, since they were most likely to have been seen infected and were therefore stunned. He took care to not only use the tape on the wrists, but on the hands as well, to prevent them from using any hidden items on their person. He was careful to do it to no specific group over the others, not that it was easy for him to tell. Some looked worse off than others, but they were ALL survivors of a crashed ship and looked accordingly roughed up.

Yaichiro sent a telepathic communication, as short a range as he could manage, to Sune. He couldn't risk Sune reading it on a screen, lest a slaver read it.

"Nayacesen-Heisho did mention his story to the other Engineers on the Ikoi, and has missing family members he was seeking out through assorted avenues. Nayacesen-Heisho's ship was attacked by slavers and his family members killed and/or captured, including two younger sisters. These may be the slavers and their slaves.

I need to bind all their hands before making any arrests given how close the guilty are to potential hostages, and can't exactly differentiate with certainty who is hostile and victim until they're all interrogated and the drone footage analyzed. This situation may quickly go south if they aren't all restrained properly...I'm trying to use the parasites as a pretense."

Bridge

With the fires now under control, Hanako got on the intercom, holding the microphone to her helmet so the sound could reach it. "Attention, this is the captain speaking," her slightly muffled voice blared. "We have stabilized the ship damage and will be going to Chiharu starbase in the Veronica system for repairs and logistics pickups. Prepare for space fold."

- - -

Shuttlebay

One of the slavers, who had a bloody hole hidden on his back, suddenly looked up as the parasite took him over. He pulled out a hidden .45 from his baggy pants and started popping off rounds at Yaichiro's chest as Yaichiro was typing up one of the slaves.

"Certainly, Sune-Shoi. I should be glad to." With a smile, Manabu followed the Shoi's lead. He was about to turn and address the wounded girl before the boy spoke for her, and decided to listen quietly instead.

Nayacesen Takeyu... Sounded familiar. A moment's recollection was all it took before he correctly pinpointed it. My roommate, according to Blueberry-chui. How fortuitous! Manabu worried at his lower lip, which had since closed up from where he'd bit clean through it earlier in the battle. Should prove an exceptional increase of morale, if she recovers and reunites safely with Nayacesen-Nito Heisho. Could even help in curbing any hysterics among the civilians, should it prove necessary.

While Sune-Shoi and the two conversed, Manabu shifted to watch the Yaichiro-Chusa as he began binding each individual of their little survivor collective. A prudent decision, and hopefully one that wouldn't excite any tempers. After a moment's consideration, Manabu decided it was a reasonably easy way to gauge who was slave and slaver by possible reactions, on top of who might be infected with the parasites.

Speaking of which. Well, so much for keeping things calm and contained! Perhaps voicing the obvious, Manabu reached down and pulled free the service pistol from his hip, clearing his hip. Erring on the side of caution, taking the split-second that could prove costly later, he the Type 30 to stun setting and squeezed the trigger twice, lightly, in the direction of the shooter.

Yaichiro was not hurt, the Mindy 3A immune to small arms fire, but he feared what marks the ricocheting bullets would find once he was over the initial surprise. Without alternative, Yaichiro turned in hoped of blocking the bullets rather than letting them skid past, and raised his Aether Beam Saber Rifle in its Phased Pulse Rifle mode on the assailant in its stun configuration. It effectively had a built in NSP, and if Manabu's shots missed, he would fire and try his hand at subduing the hostile.

Manabu's shots hit! The man slumped back against his seat.

Yaichiro rushed forward, the first thing he tasked himself with to be securing the hostile's firearm. Thankfully, this new soldier was a good shot. He kept his own weapon at the ready, ejecting the magazine in favor of using the cable that was already connected to directly power the weapon. Tethered to his Mindy and reliant on it for power, it could not as easily be taken from him nor misused by the enemy.

"Everyone here who did NOT drop their arms on the planet should turn them over immediately. This is why you need bound -- for your own safety. Did any of the bullets ricochet and hit anyone? Also, anyone who feels their self-control slipping is requested to cry out so that they can be stunned and treated. I know it's not pleasant, but it's necessary."

Engineering

Takeyu froze at the Shoi's message and promptly bit his lower lip, he had told others about his families woes but not everyone, mainly due to to concern and it being a private matter - then again - he had told some of his fellow engineers so maybe it wasn't so much a private matter anymore.

He wasn't sure what he was feeling though, if it was true then he was very greatful, but if it was some sick joke it would anger him greatly.

Thinking for a moment, he sent a message.



With that he leaned up against the wall and placed his hand on his helmet. Then he waited for a response, he didn't just want to rush down there, the Taisa 'did' just order them to make preparations for a jump.

Shuttlebay

Her mood lifted as she heard what Sune had just said, her grip on the boys clothing lessoned. She turned and looked up at him. "R-really!? He survived...? He.... survived...." she said as small tears came from her eyes, her attention was briefly taken when she heard the weapons fire which died down quickly.

She was still frightened though; and when she looked down at the blood on her clothing her eyes went wide as if her brain had finally remembered something. The boy looked at this, then covered her eyes with his hand. He then looked around. "Is there any place we can go? Anywhere but here?" he asked Sune.

In another part of the shuttle, two of the slavers looked at one another and then pulled out concealed pistols and tossed them aside. Another yanked out a grenade of sorts and sat that down on the seat.

"We couldn't exactly trust you you know, you're a Yamataian," said one of the slavers as he backed away.

One of the slaves who had been hit, one who had been calling out to be killed on the planet earlier, was struggling to keep herself concious. She then let out a cry, due to finding it hard to actually speak for some reason, and that fear of losing control only added to her already frayed and severed nerves.

The main slaver boss just shook his head. "Ya want my piece? Pry it from my cold dead hands," he glared at Yaichiro and folded his arms over his chest. Everyone who wasn't always occupied with what had just happened was looking at him, and the slaves were backing off, afraid of what might happen.

Manabu released the long-held breath from his lungs in a single, audible exhale. He took a second to hold both of his hands in the air, as if signaling that he was no longer going to fire, before securing it in his holster. Yaichiro seemed to have things in hand damage control-wise, and Manabu opted for PR spin.

"It's in your best interests to listen to Chusa Kage," Manabu extolled, nodding his way. "This gentleman in his seat was only stunned; our only interest is in your comfort and safety, and in seeing you to your homes in one piece. We can best achieve this together by working together. As the Chusa mentioned, if anyone requires aid please call out to us now. If not, you can help us by remaining peacefully seated, hands in your laps if able."

He paused for a effect, acknowledging the stand-offish slaver but choosing not to confront him - Yaichiro seemed better suited for that -, then continued. "I know perhaps you are afraid of us, or have... strong 'political' feelings towards us. We are not interested in subduing you, or initiating some brawl. We want to see everyone safely back in their own element, regardless of what or who they were planetside." Perhaps not entirely true, but that mattered little and less at the moment. Manabu took a knee beside the fearful, hit slave, having since cried out, struggling to maintain consciousness. He laid his left hand atop hers, and despite his right not being in quite perfect working condition, lingered near his service pistol. No chances, especially if this one had a parasite as well. Speaking quietly and as soothingly as he could manage. "Just relax, and try to breathe. We'll see you made well in only a few moments."

Telemachus

Continuing gunfire in the shuttle was not an option, in these close quarters one of the survivors be they slavers or slaves would wind up dead. Sune thought.

He drew his NSP from his butt pack and thumbed it to the stun setting, aimed at center mass and fired at the slaver all in one smooth motion. With satisfaction the bolt slammed into the individual and Sune watched him crumble. "You heard the man Kage-Chusa, pry the weapon from him, though he is not dead. That would be too quick." he said with a cold edge to his voice.

Yaichiro gathered up the weapons surrendered, and was sure to note that the grenade still had its pin in place. He put the weapons in the box where they had obtained the medical supplies and shut it, keeping it close to Helen. He then approached the knocked out male, and started to search his body for weapons. He purposefully did not respond to Sune's comment, as there was no need to further agitate the slavers...

He also sent a silent order to his Power Armor's AIES, to quietly scan for any weaponry aside from that which held by their allies. He'd bind the stunned male like the others as well.