Rattler wakes up, seeing the cat aim at Deathstrike, he pulls her down in time to avoid a laser blast. Taking aim with his laser pistol, he snaps off two quick shots, frying the freaky laser shooting feline. "You're welcome." He says dryly as he gets up. "And not all pilots are useless outside of the cockpit. Don't ask me how I know you think that, I have no idea. Probably this whole place is screwing with us. Let's just get the hell out of here." Rattler wakes up again, this time hanging from the ceiling, with a rather irate Deathstrike next to him. Rattler rolls his eyes. "GO!" ~~