"Who they wouldn't hire without telling him exactly what he was working on so that he wouldn't blow them all into space."
With no effort at all, Crow heaved the still-unknown being off his feet, allowing him to flail wildly as the droid pulled at the pipe in his other hand. A high-pitched hiss permeated the air around them as highly pressurized reactor coolant shot into the air, forming an almost solid beam of pearl-colored fluid that reached all the way to the opposite wall, slowing freezing the thick durasteel solid.
"Who are these people? What are in these crates? What is the purpose behind the uniforms? Who leads them? You have forty seconds to respond."
Perhaps the gangly being didn't understand him; he was still waving his four arms like a madman, squawking loudly. Freeing the hand holding the pipe, Crow gripped the top right hand of the mechanic, outstretching it so that it was within mere millimeters of the alabaster liquid. Even without touching it, the tip of the mechanic's fingers began to freeze and crystallize.
"You have thirty-five seconds to respond."