The admiration swooped into the docking ring, slowing to a halt, aided by the docking drones, guiding the ship on either side. A large slice of corridor reached out and connected to the main access hatch of the carrier, causing a light to flash green to signal readiness. Beyond the arm, a large, bulky leopard and husky stood on either side of an elderly iguana and his red panda assistant. The big ones weilded assault rifles, and were covered in complex and unique armour configurations, bristling with different shades of blue, green and grey. The lizard and panda stepped forward, as the airlock matched pressure and decontaminated the occupants, the meerkat captain, Tina the cat and her lynx mate. The doors opened and the spacefarers were greeted with smiles.
"Good morning, captain," the iguana said, "It's always good to see you. I hear you've had triffid troubles." The meerkat bowed.
"One of our passengers got infected by one of them, and we don't know what they did to him." he said. The iguana gestured over to the panda,
"This is our Triffid expert, he'll help you out." The panda bowed. "He's called proffessor Ilhamd. He's not much of a talker, but he knows his stuff." The iguana reached over to the captain, clasped the meerkat's hands in his. "Bring the patient over and he'll be cured in no time." He gave a smile, and the captain replied in kind before looking to Tina and gesturing back to the ship. She pulled out a small communicator, and flicked through to find Alain.
"Hey, Ally?" she said in hushed tones. "Get the soldiers to take their guy along with us. We can use their strength."
"You got it," Alain replied before calling out to the cargo bay. "Alright girls and girls, you lot gotta take your guy over to the lab. Whatever you do, don't let him escape, cus that would just make you all look stupid."