"Geiger! Konchinho! Keep them covered!" barks the Yazirian to the Human and Dralasite. "Gramic, get to work!"
The Vrusk moves to the crystal matrix cabinet and attaches a small metallic cube. He turns to the controls. You study the cold features of the Human and the dark hollow eyespots of the Dralasite, weighing your chances to draw a weapon before they can shoot.
Suddenly, you hear the sound of someone coming down the hall. Smiling slyly, the Yazirian slides a black jelly-like object from a canister at his side and turns to face the door.
The door swings open and a startled guard stares in surprise. Too late, he reaches for his gun. The black blob strikes him in the chest. Horrified, you watch the thing sprout tendrils that tangle around the terrified guard, pinning his arms to his side and constricting around his throat. He falls to the floor and the Yazirian chuckles.
What do you want to do?