Tearen obviously raised his eyebrows at the current events. He tapped at the control pad feebly and casually tossed it aside. It was perplexing how, just as always, things had to go catastrophically wrong before they were able to get off planet. This was fantastically funny to Tearen, and he actually started to chuckle. Then he thought about how his brother was in another mess, and laughed harder. Soon enough, he was cracking up without holding anything back, doubling over in rolling peals of laughter.
"Okay...ha ha...okay. Uh, Zearen...hang on I'll think of something..." Tearen looked around, and suddenly hit him. He suddenly dashed into the darkness, leaving the other crew members of the finale standing around in confusion. Gurgling roars came from within the computer room, and Zearen's occasional yells in an unintelligible language came through, muted and panicked.
Tearen's voice crackled over the radio to the crew.
"Hey, uh guys, you may want to get away from the door. Zearen, get as far away from the door as possible." Tearen called over the radio. Meanwhile, aboard the Celestial Finale, Tearen sat at the controls of one of the defense turrets of the ship.
"Ghaerlli, route power to defense turret six, Hector, give me an internal thermal and kinetic scan on my targeting screen."
The turret cockpit hummed to life, and the screen in front of Tearen blinked on. It showed a rough internal structure scan of the building, as well as the heat signatures of the crew, and Zearen trapped behind the door. Zearen seemed to be holding his own against the creature, though the creature was obviously more suited to movement in the cumbersome landscape. Another item showed up on the scanner, that worried Tearen to a certain extent. The complex was riddled with the creatures, most of them sleeping or as yet too far away from the team to be aware of them.
"Okay, when I blow that blast door down, run like hell back to the ship, cuz a whole slew of those nasties are gonna slide outta the walls, aight?" Tearen said, with an obvious smile in his voice. He saw the crew take cover, while Zearen's panicked voice came over the radio.
"Tearen! Wait! Just hold-"
"Firing!" Tearen yelled, and giggled giddily to himself. He pulled the trigger, and two blasts of kinetic energy blasted their way into the complex. Not built for assault from a star cruiser, the walls of the building sheared apart and tore away as the two salvos made contacts with the blast doors with a cacophonous 'Batoom'. Tearen saw the doors fly inwards like wood-chips caught in the wake of a garden-hose, and the creature Zearen fought was pasted into the far computer bank, though the doors just barely missed clipping Zearen's head off. As the thermal blast from the cannons subsided, Tearen counted that his crew was all there, and beamed to himself.
"Okay guys, you've got about fifty of those nasties slinking your way now, and they're ******. Oh, and don't forget to go through the decontamination chamber once your back aboard. See ya in a bit!" Tearen said cheerily. Sitting in nary but his boxer shorts in the cramped cockpit of the defense turret, the captain smiled to himself. He didn't get that kind of release too often...which was a lie to himself, and he knew it. But Tearen's creedo had long been to live a short life and a merry one. So far, he'd lived a long life by said creedo, and he didn't plan on stopping.
