Junko sneezed.
Quite literally Radarr was flung across the entire diameter of the bridge, smacked thinly on the opposing window. Everyone froze, watching as the Wallop sniffed, staring at his nose in a nonchalant and cross-eyed fashion, and he suddenly smiled at the rest of the team.
He laughed, "Dust bunnies. What are you going to do, right?"
The siren still hadn't gone off, and Stork watched it warily, ready to spring out of his skin in the thinnest fraction of duration measurable.
As the Wallop left towards the foredecks, everyone's eyes trailed him, cautiously, waiting for the Condor to lurch to the side from a set of potent crystals launched at the hull, or to face the merciless barrage of sky-sharks or—
Junko sneezed again, and the insides of the carrier rattled from the gargantuan force.
Finn mused quietly, "Well…we haven't swept for a while."
Everyone glanced at him, tension clear in their postures.
"Let's just hope he's not allergic to anything but dust bunnies," Aerrow conceded, trying to calm his team down.
Stork pointed, "Tell that to them."
Sure enough, a fleet of Murk Raiders were piloting their way, accompanied by swarms of sky-sharks. It was only then that the sirens went off.