ChasmOfOrganicMatter
High Priest of Depravity
Just as he'd begun motioning for the police to send back the chute, the explosion ripped through the air and Riezlav instinctively went low to the ground, resembling more of some enormous tarantula-crab hybrid as his dome-eyes tracked the trails of burning debris flying from out of the enormous fiery plume. A part of him prepared for combat; programming, protocol, biologically ingrained procedures... he wasted no time, grabbing the same cart he'd previously taken the bodies on after leaving them for the property authorities to take care of and scurrying back onto the Essex. He sure didn't want to be around when whatever security was present descended and odd jobs folk like themselves were going to be viewed with twice the scrutiny. Heading back on board with a fat paycheque deposited to their coffers, the huge arthropod made his way to the bridge.
"I suppose we are leaving now." He announced as his head craned and turned about, as if looking for flittering prey.
"I suppose we are leaving now." He announced as his head craned and turned about, as if looking for flittering prey.