The examination of these plants was a tedious process for Rilloc; he had to take the utmost care not to disturb the glowing vines, lest they react in a way he couldn't predict - hell, for all he knew the slightest vibration could make them explode. He currently hung from the ceiling, his claws clamped into the crumbling rock as he shone a light into the hole through which many of the plants emerged. Perhaps the origin is outside, on the surface of the pyramid, he thought, etching these notes into his computer and brain, There it can absorb light freely in this clearing, which fuels the luminescent reaction.
A low rumbling from below picked up on his mental alarm, the single twitch of shock enough to dislodge his hands from the ceiling, leaving him dangling from his straining feet as the ragtag crowd of pirates roared by and out of the temple - not that he saw them. Another tremor and another sharp jerk seconds later knocks Rilloc loose from this precarious situation, although the rapidly approaching floor didn't look to be any more comfortable. Fortunately, a twist in midair brought him to the ground on his back, protected by the extra layers of hollow shell, but that did little to comfort his mood; after all, whatever was responsible for this outburst had interrupted his research, and probably damaged some of his equipment in the process, and, like all others caught in this web before, would have to pay dearly.
In one fluid motion, Rilloc flips himself back into a standing position and snatches the rifle from where he had left it in the hall’s corner. Upon landing, the initial momentum is carried through as he pushes off on that first foot and breaks into a run. What awaited him outside, however, was hardly what he had steeled himself for; he recognized those who were among the crew engaged in combat with an enormous beast rising up from the ground – probably the source of the quake a few seconds ago. Though he had no doubt in his comrades’ strength, even if they were of inferior species, they didn’t look to be in a very favorable position – hell, the monster even had Tanith, one of the more battle-hardened pirates, right in its grasp – and for all he knew his weapons wouldn’t be able to pierce its hide.
Though he noticed another detail, a small, feline-looking figure standing at the edge of the fissure, head tilted back to look up, apparently at the desperately flailing Tanith; they looked to be talking with each other. The stranger, he began to think, obviously isn’t concerned with her – though he could not hear specific words at this distance, he was able to discern the traces of femininity in the being’s voice – safety, given her proximity to the beast. Either she wishes to negotiate giving her possessions to us before committing suicide, or she is confident that the creature won’t hurt her; such evidence suggests that this species can be tamed. There was something about this figure, however, that was familiar to him – a notion of something he was looking for and had been looking for for a long time.
He ignored those thoughts, however, as the instincts of survival had begun to kick in, the Xirrin code of honor to protect one's own kin - in Rilloc's case, the pirate crew currently in danger. His brain was already hard at work calculating timing and trajectory when he pulled the rifle up to a firing position, and his arm locked in place mechanically once the target was in his sights. Claws clenched around the worn trigger in anticipation only moments before pulling tight, and an emerald streak of burning plasma flares out of the gun's barrel, screaming through the air towards its target, the arm of the monster whose hand was clenched around Tanith.
((Sheesh, a month of making you guys wait and this is the best I can come up with? Talk about anti-climactic. Also, I found it rather odd that each and every single member of the crew ran right past Rilloc without so much as a passing glance.))