[Lady]
The open comm channel relayed anything the simplistic algorithm thought to be an intentional utterance. Thus, it usually scrubbed out sounds of breathing, grunts of exertion, and occasionally, erroneously in her opinion, it took out sighs, soft chuckles, or moans. But it never took out screams. CL-0745 wished it did.
She was working with Teller (FN-9013), examining the amino profile on what she would have described as a fern. It looked edible, though not especially nutritious. Her side of the open channel was muted so her conversations with Teller went unheard by the away team. They'd just checked in minutes earlier; she had no reason to be paying attention to them. She jolted when she heard the sound of muffled blaster fire.
"Wait," she told Teller. She straightened, toggling quickly through screens inside her helmet – increasing the volume, trying to track the source. Failing that, she engaged verbal commands. "Tactical screen, Recon group." Her heads-up display was replaced by five small summaries, showing the visual read of each helmet, a bar on one side showing if the system recognized the person as speaking, and a bar on the other side that gave a simplified form of vitals – green, yellow, and red.
It had only taken her seconds to get to that screen, but by the time she was, TN-1017 was bright red for injured; DL-8192 and FO-1282 were (unsurprisingly) yellow for exertion; and DL-1364 was green for whatever reason – cool as could be. All CL-0745 caught of the battle was a frightening and confusing image as a carapaced thing lunged at FO-1282, who fed it the business end of her blaster rifle and killed it.
She was watching as TN-1017's status bar went black. She heard the ensuing argument. She stayed out of it. They'd just had a life or death ambush and everyone was shaken up, tensions running high (and now, just as the others were returning to green, DL-1364 went to yellow; she wished she understood more about trauma response to understand that). But as far as strategy went, the Old Man's assessment of the dangers of their situation was accurate. The distance, the timetable, the threats – all valid.
FO-1282 turning her weapon on him was a capital offense – no doubt about it, no ambiguity. Training and protocol dictated she be terminated immediately. Obviously, H-482 was making a field commander decision to ignore it. Given FO-1282's performance on the crab-thing and their difficult situation otherwise, CL-0745 could understand that decision and made no attempt to countermand it.
She handed the scanner to Teller. "Pull back. I need to give a report to General Hux."