Boarding Action. Will a savior come? [Prim]

Prim watched Yakito stare at it for a moment before nodding and watching him put it to work. And while Prim probably could and forwarded the money for a whole ass generator given the capsule technology and its limits, the kashvar worked on budgets. Despite this, they have been shown a few times now to have loads of these gadgets primed and readied for the occasion. And while 'tech savvy spy' wasn't exactly what you'd call him, there were reasons to be prepared at all times.

"You never know what you might need."
While Prim could have accounted for the lack of oxygen with a full suit, it was also just a limiting factor of just how MANY things he could bring along. "Especially when you do things on your own." As the door slipped open, Prim clicked the now empty capsule back to retrieve what was once stored in there. Granting the door plenty enough juice to stay open for the pair just before automatically closing again. it was dark and moist in there, with something akin to rotting suddenly invading their senses.

Prim had good eyes, but right now it'd be their other senses that worked out where they were. The fox was the first to stumble down into a main hall, where the floor was coated in some mix of coagulated blood and some other fluid. The unpleasant noises force Prim to lower their ears and a mild disgust show over their eyes and brow.

"Fresh blood, without life."
Just what were they stumbling into? Prim tried looking with their own dimmed sight over the floor and corners of semi-blocked doorways for signs of struggle or fighting. Whatever happened it was sudden enough to not show these signs on the surface. "Odd. We keep heading towards the power and see what has gone wrong with it. Place has to have its own block somewhere. Any documents and storage rooms we find should also be searched."

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Prim was prepared for a multitude of things down there. Spanning from killer robots to malfunctioning base defenses that could spell any sort of end to life. On a magnitude big enough to at least spill this much blood, of course. What they didn't expect was the disturbed crimson to bubble and explode like a well placed boobytrap. Prim had to move quick to avoid catching a flung earthling in the face, stepping and almost hugging the sticky wall in their surprise.

"Tchh."
ice cold creatures, bug like in appearance, started to skitter onto the floor in front of them. It became much clearer what they were stepping in when that drool started hitting the floor. This wasn't just blood; It was humanoid stew, victims of corrosive spit that had yet to be eaten by the young of whatever this... THING was. Prim hopped over to stand between the clumsy fox slipping on the floor and these bugs.

"Stay light on your feet. We're stepping into their feeding ground, whatever they are."
Unable to identify them past that, Prim instead focused on preparing themselves. Quickly unleashing the khopesh from their side and wielding it in a single hand. The other was free to be held up against the oncoming barrage like a 'halt', conjuring a quick barrier of sand and wind. In the small confined space they find themselves, it'd send up some of this blood and blow it away from them just as the barrage was absorbed by the layers of desert sand.

The corrosive spit would fall short of them, but it very quickly start eating at whatever he created.

"Might explain why our pirates didn't bother with this place."

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Prim would give the twisting, whipped sands a good spin to disperse any latent corrosive spit still trying to trickle past it, scatterings of which fell to the floor and lower walls in front of the kashvar. When the obvious is stated, the pale warrior could only nod. Bracing themselves as another few spittles is blocked by the whipping sands.

"If you're confident."
Prim was not used to coordinating with others, but all the same he'd drop the guardian sands. Letting them fall and coat the floor with even more nonsense mixing in with melted people stew. At this point, much of the spit was eating at the pools of blood and viscera in front of them, so it'd be less of an issue as Yakito bore down on the first buggies. They couldn't have been louder with it, however. Despite obliterating much of the entire hallway and nearly caving in the end of the hallways with the force booming from their punches, Yakito would only serve to awaken more of these insects. This time it's clear they came from bursts. The bloody mounds they wanted to avoid would open up for more of those tiny creatures.

Thinking quickly, Prim lowered a hand down to their pouch again to relieve a blaster from its capsule. Holding it firm in one hand and taking shots at the advancing horde; Mainly focusing on covering Yakito's surroundings as they were most out of position.

"You can pop them like a zit. But that's only going to attract more. Suggestion? Precision."
Prim held back, using range and not putting more effort than was necessary for these things, even as they approached him. A quick slice with the khopesh was enough to dispatch the small fry leaping at him. "Just how many...?"

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Prim only shrugs as the suggestion is countered with the proposal to make as much noise as possible; If only to drag out any threats and keep them away from the exit and possibly their ship. Yaki probably ALSO meant their mother as well, but that wasn't really a concern as much to Prim. With any luck, this all was a means to thoroughly dispatch of these creatures while they were focused and was aware of themselves and their surroundings. Prim was oft times predicting where the smaller ones came from before they even struck, tracking them with his own senses.

"You'd think they were finite."
But they were only scaling up, it seemed. A few larger specimens were skittering at them at some points, requiring more than a few well placed shots to put down. These adults were only the start of the messed up forms they had. A larger beetle creature was making a mess of the hallway and charging long before Prim could even make it out in the darkness. At the speed it was going, they'd need to think of something quick to stop it. The kashvar had just the idea, butting shoulders with yakito to stand in front of him and holding out the hand with the blaster in it to manipulate the sands once more.

This time, sand coated in blood from multiple entities now rose up in front of them. Forming densely into a wall meant to capture the momentum of the insect charging them down and hopefully catch it off guard. Long enough to let the Earthling capitalize on it. Be it dazed or stuck in the wall, Prim would part the sands just enough to let Yakito get a shot in at it.

"Now!"

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Prim was expecting the bombastic combo attack to work out as intended, with the fox leaping out from the cover given with the sand wall and popping the beetle like an overgrown zit. But another mantis like creature was ready to grab him out of the air the moment he let the wall down, nearly catching Prim along the way from the size and suddenness of its movement. Prim had to move just to the side to avoid the worst of this mantis barreling in.

"Kvvvsh..."
They curse under their breath before sheathing the sword and taking up their blaster again. Keeping the one hand up to support his wall of sand while the other went to town blasting the mantis from behind. Hopefully burning holes into it or at least hurting it enough to get its attention distracted. All the while, this beetle chuffed and broke free of the buried horn they had in that sand, turning themselves around to become a bomb of sorts. It wasn't going to sound or look like any explosion they've seen, but Prim had the good idea to not let the beetle do whatever it was doing. It could have been an acid attack for all they know!

Clenching the hand controlling the sand into a fist, the wall of mixed grains suddenly shift and dart to surround the beetle in a thick layer. Trying to enclose it in a tomb of its own making, should it try spitting at it with butt juice or blow up, whichever it felt. And if that wasn't enough, they'd keep up the pressure to try crushing the insect through its exoskeleton. Multitasking this and blindly blasting at the mantis left exposed room at Prim's front and back...

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Prim was ready to brace against whatever came through that tomb he made for the bug, should it not be enough. Always have an answer to everything, just to be safe. But it wasn't needed. The efforts to help Yakito distract the bug and get themselves freed faster afforded the pale warrior a bit of breathing room by way of interference. Yakito steps in front of the acidic cocktail that wasn't quite stopped all the way by the sand, using parts of the other clawed creature to harmlessly toss the acidic debris away.

When everything went quiet and the only sounds that remain were some light breathing and the drips of blood rolling from the ceiling, Prim would get a moment to check themselves for not so obvious acid holes and relax. The other imperial would see him pick at his clothing and dust off anything nasty looking by the time they got around to asking for a name.

"It's Prim. We should move while we can, the place getting quiet can mean a lot and I do not intend on fighting a brood of endless bugs, if you're right about that."
The kashvar steps over some of the corpses they made along the way and tried pushing deeper still into the facility. Hoping to get past whatever main way these guys found themselves in and perhaps some stairs that lead down. Deeper might not be the brightest idea, but Prim wasn't here to play safe in the first place.
They spoke plainly,

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prim did what he cool to gather some documents at these upper floors. Laying them out on a clean surface and then capsuling a handheld pad into their hands. Scanning the contents to get a peek at them later. Holstering it on a loop in the hem of their pants, they'd keep the pad handy for when they crossed some of the insect corpses. Seems he liked gathering info.

"Mhm. If you say so."
Ever the socialite, Prim took off their spectacles as they walked, continuing to clean up as well as they could. Blood soaked into places on their cloak and hair they couldn't quite get, but it was doubtful that was the least time they'd have to engage with the bugs. They navigated around the doorway to a perpendicular hallway and turned while stepping around bug corpses, showing some measure that the glasses weren't for their sight necessarily.

"A pack, maybe. If this is their home though, it'd be more reasonable to call them a hive of sorts. Maybe we only hit up against the guards at the front door."
They speak with some assuredness, stepping around a few masses of blood on the ground on their way deeper. Approaching the treacherous looking stairway down deeper. Signs would indicate in galactic common that most of the room up here was office space and that further down was where the more delicate storage and labs were. Labs for what, exactly? Prim didn't get a good summary when they scanned the place in part because the power grid was dormant for so long.

Yakito would be the first to make mention of the labs they run into. A big open lab was the first thing the stairs led into, opening to many sleeping monsters. Undisturbed for now, it seemed the insects didn't interact with whatever they contained as of right now. Prim instinctively lightened their steps and nod.

"Wonder what this was for. Researching a planet's lifeforms maybe? If they are native that'd be the best explanation."
Prim couldn't read the few physical records that were put up on some boards at the central tables; Assumingly the main place whoever worked here set up shop.

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