About 10-15 minutes after the shaking one of the pilots walks out of the cockpit and into the main cabin.
The V’sori walks to the monitor and attaches what looks like a large USB stick. They then cut one of the wires between the wall and the camera and splice in a small black teardrop shaped object. Both the USB and the teardrop are showing lit yellow/orange lights.
The V’sori is wearing a bright yellow belt with several attached pockets/pouches/small boxes. Think Batman’s utility belt but without as much stuff. It clashes badly with their uniform.
Once satisfied with the splicing job the pilot partly opens their shirt and removes a largeish flat pouch from under their arm. Walking up to Dave they remove a black disk from the pouch. It is about the size of 4 Kennedy half dollars stacked on top of each other. It makes a “click” as it attaches to Dave’s cuffs.
They then walk across the isle to the green skinned individual and stare for a moment. Their eyebrows rise in interest.
They turn away form from the person in the nullifier suit and walk towards the blond man with the stretched arms. They speak for the first time; the pilot’s voice is flat and affectless as with all V’sori. “Remember a V’sori did this.” they say as a second disk clicks onto blond man's cuffs.
Another disk is attached to the cuffs of the blue skinned woman.
After attaching a disk to the arm cuffs of the woman with the surgical wound they notice the ankle cuffs and pause. They look in their pouch and move on.
Two more disks are rapidly attached to the cuffs of the tall pale man and strangely to the set on the corpse.
They then return to the front of the craft and stand again before the green skinned individual. They stare for a bit. And then remove a folded piece of paper from the pouch. They are clearly comparing what is on the paper to the form before them. Seemingly satisfied they return the paper and draw ourt a flat 4-inch-long knife. It is a strange blend of makeshift and machined. The flat sides of the knife are smoothly polished, and the hilt is well fit black plastic. The blade however is jagged and broken looking. The tip is even slightly twisted. Without warning or change of expression the V’sori stabs twice in rapid succession. But the green figure is not hurt. The knife leaves ragged tears in the suit but does not break the skin underneath.
”Sorry about this Doctor.” they say as they place a disk high on the breastplate near where the arm emerges.
Walking to the port side iris door they pause and speak again. “Pay attention.”
They then open the port iris and leap into the void. It is dark outside. The door irises rapidly shut behind them.
Some seconds pass. You smell plastic burning. The tone of the engines change again and they grow even louder.
The monitor flickers to life revealing the golden mask of Dr. Destruction.
The artificial voice Dr. Destruction speaks.
"In two minutes and thirteen seconds this craft will crash. What happens after that is up to you."
Dr. Destrruction pauses.
"You will crash into a prison camp located in the Eastpoint district of Star City. The V'sori are holding someone who has information of significant value. Mindjack, you may have heard of him."
The image of Dr. Destruction is replaced for a moment with that of a smiling man with ruddy skin, receding black hair and a poor attempt at a goatee.
"If you agree to rescue him I will deactivate your nullifiers and you will bring Mindjack to the courtyard just outside the main building. If you do not agree this craft will crash directly into Mindjack's cell. There will be no survivors. Simply say 'Yes' when you agree, the voice recognition is quite good."
The monitor goes dark.
And the lights go out.
And the gravity shuts off.
And and the engines go suddenly silent.