First, Tony was staring at the weapon, squinting slightly in the burst of light, then he was staring at the damage it left behind, the sizzling crackle as the metal continued to warp around the heat and the smoke. He turned to Cayde almost at the same time as the Exo looked to him, wide-eyed surprise, talking over him, "That was better than I thought." Maybe he could be persuaded to not completely mistrust Ren for what he saw in Poe's head. The little torch Tony had built into his gauntlet suddenly seemed obsolete.
They didn't really have that much time for a decent cooling process, though; they had a ship to unload, and dinghies to do it with. The only hesitation Tony had was a look at Cayde's scorched side, brow furrowed with the question he still hadn't asked, then he was ducking around the heated metal, nothing he didn't deal with regularly. In the hall outside, it was still quiet. There was a panel in the wall, though, that Tony immediately punched through, tangling his gauntleted fist in the wires, apparently sorting them by feel then jamming one into a port that seemed to open up in either the gold suit he wore, or his arm itself. Several more panels lit up down the length of the hall as Tony looked up toward the ceiling, like he was listening. "Can't find the destruct program," he reported, trancelike in his wandering gaze as he tried to download and process a whole alien spaceship quickly. "No record of anybody on board. Doesn't mean they aren't here. There's a cargo bay, feels big enough. Down."
The Exo waved off Tony's concerns and any verbal response with a hand. A look at Kylo Ren and a jerk of his head towards the door, and then he dove through after Tony, his frayed cloak whispering past the red-hot edges of metal.
Although he dropped a hand to his holstered gun, Cayde didn't expect any surprises on the other side. Tony hadn't been screaming once he got through, and altogether, it was too quiet. He was used to quiet, abandoned ships, but they were usually more derelict and way more interesting.
Stepping aside to allow space for Ren, Cayde watched as Tony did his thing, browplates lifting. "None? Well that's annoying. We better keep moving then." He nodded and looked down the corridor before starting on down to look for stairs or a lift. "Over there," he points, hurrying his steps as he takes his own earlier advice.
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They didn't really have that much time for a decent cooling process, though; they had a ship to unload, and dinghies to do it with. The only hesitation Tony had was a look at Cayde's scorched side, brow furrowed with the question he still hadn't asked, then he was ducking around the heated metal, nothing he didn't deal with regularly. In the hall outside, it was still quiet. There was a panel in the wall, though, that Tony immediately punched through, tangling his gauntleted fist in the wires, apparently sorting them by feel then jamming one into a port that seemed to open up in either the gold suit he wore, or his arm itself. Several more panels lit up down the length of the hall as Tony looked up toward the ceiling, like he was listening. "Can't find the destruct program," he reported, trancelike in his wandering gaze as he tried to download and process a whole alien spaceship quickly. "No record of anybody on board. Doesn't mean they aren't here. There's a cargo bay, feels big enough. Down."
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Although he dropped a hand to his holstered gun, Cayde didn't expect any surprises on the other side. Tony hadn't been screaming once he got through, and altogether, it was too quiet. He was used to quiet, abandoned ships, but they were usually more derelict and way more interesting.
Stepping aside to allow space for Ren, Cayde watched as Tony did his thing, browplates lifting. "None? Well that's annoying. We better keep moving then." He nodded and looked down the corridor before starting on down to look for stairs or a lift. "Over there," he points, hurrying his steps as he takes his own earlier advice.