Bunker
"I... it's nothing," Leo grumbled as Kyet quickly helped the squad's leader to his feet and handed the man his weapon, blood trailing out the pale man's nose and past his chapped lips from the brief introduction to the floor.
The tense yelling and barking of very valid questions gave the team of survivors a moment to soak in the details of the armoured beings across from them, grunts and winces of pain and fear were met with the blank visage of those multi-lensed helmets, the cameras twisting and refocusing asynchronously each time one of the operatives dared move a muscle or breathe too hard. The suits themselves, while highly advanced, seemed almost unfinished or at the very least unrefined. Visible beneath the armoured plates were hints of sleeved cables and routed wires that no doubt acted as its nervous system, feeding data to what looked like quite the feat of engineering even to an expert like Yinri.
While the suits did have some semblance of Shukaren anatomy they were... off, for lack of a better word. The ears were smaller than they should have been in relation to the rest of the strangers bodies, and the standing figure's tail barely moved at all, seeming to act more as a counter-balance for their low, ready-to-strike stance.
Time stretched out as their questions went unanswered, the sword-wielding figure's glove creaking as their grip was slightly readjusted, foot moving backwards as though they were moments from pouncing~
"Enough," came a voice previously unheard by the team, once again spoken both through their comms system and from the blasted-open door, ever so slightly softer than the voice that'd barked at them moments ago.
The sword-wielding figure's body language shifted slightly, betraying some sense of shock at (assumedly) their partner's words. There was a slight grunt before the softer voice continued.
"We... I cannot promise answers, or even any sort of definite outcome from this... but plans change, and we both have injured that need tending to," the voice agreed, micro tics in the armoured figure's body language suggested some unheard argument for more observant among the operators to pick up on, but eventually the sword-wielding one's shoulders drooped slightly.
"Fine, don't try anything," the uninjured stranger warned with a growl, a section of their armour's abdomen retracting enough for one hand to reach inside and produce a pristine medical kit still wrapped in plastic, tossing it to the floor between the two uneasy groups before moving closer to their injured companion. Retrieving a rugged injector of some kind they kneeled down, opening a port on the injured figure's armour and administering the injector's contents through the previously hidden membrane. It clearly took a moment to kick in but both behemoths were quickly back on their feet, the injured one retrieving their bullpup rifle from the ground and moving to stow it on their back. The thing seemed Shukaren-scale and looked a little undersized on this larger figure.
"Don't poke around too much and we can take you with us, no pointing guns at each other, we don't mean you any further harm," the one with the more welcoming voice explained, gaining a helmeted glare from their companion as they retrieved a cannister, beginning to spray some sour-smelling aerosol over any traces of the injured figure's blood.
"We'll airlift you out and drop you elsewhere, your comms are being jammed so no bright ideas, we'll discuss this further once we're out of here, understood?" they continued to explain, and while Kyet's own frown might have been hidden behind her helmet Leo's own expression was painfully visible. He was confused and angry, he had questions but knew now was hardly the time. Warily, the snowy fox gave a nod of agreement, still cautious of these strange entities. Whatever they were.
"Alright, we'll play along for now... just don't fuck us over~" Leo warned, wiping at his bleeding nose with the back of his glove before reaching for the medical kit, handing it off to Cirillo to begin dispensing its contents.
"Play nice," he continued, turning to point a finger at the tired, injured survivors of this nightmare. Offering a glare that promised pain to anyone who dared disobey.
"But~" Kyet began, cut off by Leo as he redirected the finger towards her, prompting the busty operative to take a step back and hang her head a little lower.
"You keep your people in line and strap these on," the closer figure spoke, testing his injured hand before tossing the team that bag they'd been grasping moments ago, hints of chrome and spider-silk straps visible through the half-open zipper.
"They're skyhooks, you'll need to get creative but they were meant to lift something heavier out, sort it out~" they nodded before re-joining the other shadowy deeper into the concrete dome beyond that destroyed blast-door. Surrounded by bodies, capacitor banks and terminals was what they could only assume was the FTL cannon, modified beyond recognition in order to serve this new role. Both black figures approached the improvised superweapon and one began removing panels, the other moving to place shaped charges around the area, both were borderline identical in appearance save for the fact one had hardened, partially dissolved blood staining their arm.
"This has become a tomb for too many today... no-one else dies here~" Leo huffed, the usual sparkle in his eyes long since snuffed out as he reached for the bag and began handing out sky-hooks, the straps were very industrial but it looked like they could be fastened to each operator's vest with enough effort, each one baring a tether that ran to some kind of rugged gravity engine.
"Get any injuries stabilized and help the wounded get strapped in, we need to be ready to leave whenever they give the signal," he ordered before turning to Arynn, noticing the signs of a possible concussion in the size difference of each pupil. "Shermeso... you okay?"
Kyet offloaded Hana for Cirillo to take care of and moved over to Yinri's side, eyes going to the pistol that was melted to her cybernetic claw with a curious cock of her head, taking it in her gloved hands to look the metal limb over before those gold-green balls drifted back to the stout civilian's face, an expression of sympathy visible even through the woman's goggles.
"Do you require assistance?"
