"Hunter tech. Nasty stuff but it can be quite advanced at the very least." Nova says full of bitter nostalgia seeing the familiar tech.
"Now it's going to be ours. I'm going in first. Cover my back just in case" Nova says before commanding the door open with his threaded digits burrowing deep into the command centre of the ship.
"Will do Nova. Do your magic." Kiara roars in excitement keeping her hazel eyes wide and alert. Scanning over the immense amount of technology stuffed inside such a small aircraft.
"It's not magic, it's thousands of protocols rewriting the source code at the base level. But yes I'll get to work." Nova explains a little vexed over the simplification of the work that has to be done.
His digits begin to split apart and spread out into multiple strands of threads. Burrowing deep into the physical framework of the Umbra. Making his own connections with circuitry and componentry.
