8-494: Shipwreck, Cargo Hold
Prrri leaps down from the wall to stand beside her, his ears visibly flicking through his helmet.
“Itt llookss like a misssile gunnnerry sstationn too mee.”
He points at the damaged external mounting points.
“Except thee misssile turrret hass beenn blownn off thee ship,” he points to the missiles on the nearby mechanism, “butt thee loaderr iss still inntact.”
“Shit.”
She moves away from the console, obviously uncomfortable.
“That explains why that’s the part that was attacked.”