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Trip grabbed the last of the stuff from his quarters that he would need, it wasn't much; a picture of his loving fiancee, his parents' archeaology notes, and a couple spare sets of contacts was all that he needed. He returned to the med bay in which everything was gathers and started moving things towards the air lock, which was a hundred feet away. He thought a bit while he was moving the stuff, trying to figure out how to get past the inhabitants of the planet. The only way he could think of doing so, was either by causing a distraction, or taking some of the guards out. There wasn't much he could do from inside the ship. Trip was a weapons expert as well as a Crystallian warrior, who has been trained for battle, even though he looks nothing like the part.

"El, how many inhabitants do we have sitting around the ship? Not to mention you need to get your stuff together. Make sure you have your armor and rifle. We don't know what to expect on this planet." Trip said, but with a voice that sounded a bit more like ordering. He stopped for a moment and thought. " Computer, This is Major 2nd Class Keenan Lit'ra, override code DTR0271Z. Shut down all systems, lock everything down in exactly two hours. Recall all bots to their hanger. Do not accept any other authorization code but mine for anything further." Trip ordered the ship. With the captain out, and first officer as well, it had come down to Trip taking charge, and he wasn't going to allow anyone access to their ship or computers, there was no way he'd allow it. Trip looked over at Stella, he felt her pain but there was more important matters. "Stella, there'll be time later for mourning, right now we have to protect this planet, especially since we'll be on it for a while." Trip said, kind of sounding cold, but in times like these, that was the way he was.