Sal watched the alien leave with a set jaw and cold eyes. He hadn't appreciated the fact that he didn't have a chance to take control of the situation; between the surprise of the aliens' appearance and the Republic uniforms they were wearing...he felt useless and lost. Now that the Mal's commanding officer had left, he felt as though he could take control of the situation a little more.
He being closest to the door, the medical team stepped first towards him. He waved them away, hopping down from the examination table he was sitting on. "Pay attention to her." he said, waving them towards Perdante. His eyes lingered on her for a moment. "I'm fine."
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The crash for Fara and Mica was a little gentler than his brother's had been. Mica had been able to maintain a little more control over his pod, so the fact that neither of them were quite strapped in didn't much matter; Fara was knocked into the wall, but otherwise they were quite safe.
As the dust settled around them again and the hum of the pod's systems shut down, the captain looked at her communications officer. "What have we got, Mica?"
"There are...four pods down so far." he said, checking the scanner. "But there are multiple sentients out there. Most of them aren't carrying Republic INS signatures."
Fara pressed her lips together in a thin line. Then, she turned abruptly and popped the hatch, climbing out. She would have to figure out how to bury the four companions left still in their restraints in the pod...but the live soldiers were her number one priority now.