Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20150221232108/@comment-25336455-20150224023312

Everything's tugged for a spilt second. Trol' slams against the wall.

"What was that!?"

The Rangers bring up holographic scans of the ship.

"Whatever that thing was.. It's in, sir."

Trol' stomps his foot.

"Guard our human friends and give me the coordinates. I'll fight it myself."