Sixthree gave Orie the okay via a nod. “I'll be right behind you, soldier. The rest of you, follow after me.”
As Orie entered the airlock, the hatch behind her soundlessly slid shut. A loud whistling noise could be heard as Liam re-pressurized the small room at the maximum possible speed. A few seconds later, the hatch on the other side of the room slid open with a light hiss.
As Orie stepped through the hatchway, she saw a corridor that ran off to her sides in both directions. Another hatchway could be seen to her right, on the other side of the corridor, labeled “medical bay”. Next to the doorway were two of the Lamias, pointing their weapons at a prone figure on the ground. The third Lamia was standing guard on her left hand side.
From behind her, the rest of the away party entered one at a time: Sixthree, then Joey.
Liam, after checking his data pad, and satisfied that he could control the airlock remotely, pulled out the rest of the wires from the broken control panel with a snap. Giving an appreciative nod to Avaldamon, he entered the airlock and then into the ship.
Avaldamon, bringing up the rear, was the last one to board the ship.
Sixthree prodded at the prone figure with his boot. “Is he dead?”
“No sir,” replied one of the Lamias. “One swift blow to the soft tissue at the back of the neck. He'll wake up a few hours later with a bad headache.”
“He was carrying these, sir,” added the other Lamia, and then handed Sixthree a GP-1 rifle and a Zen Armaments “Liberator” pistol.
Sixthree pulled out the ammo cartridge of the GP-1. “Loaded. He's definitely a pirate then...” He turned to Liam. “Any bright ideas on what to do with him, sir?”
“Hang on... I'm patching my suit's sensor data to everyone,” answered Liam. “There we go...”
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The intense levels of radiation present in the debris field were interfering with the sensors, but Renko and Isuzu had a clear visual of the wreckage, at least. The fastest moving particles were already far away from the debris field, but one still needed to be careful. Getting hit by a ten-ton piece of floating starship hull fragment going at one mile per hour could still hurt.
Renko and Isuzu were now floating at the loosely defined edges of the debris field. It was hard to see anything interesting at this distance though. They could only get brief glimpses of the two ship's hulls from underneath the pieces of scrap metal and slagged plastic, all of which drifted ever so slowly away from the ships. Further investigation would require that they wade in closer to the ship wreckages.