Atom watches the doorway in anticipation, hoping this was a turn for the better. Whoever the guards were afraid of, maybe they were kind enough that they would free the prisoners. There's a movement in the doorway and the guards shout in alarm. The prisoners on the other hand gasp in excitement. "It's the Corsairs!" "Is it really?"

In bounds the tall woman, armed like a knight from an old story. Atom's eyes go to the lance in her hand. He knows the great power such a weapon possesses. He once had a friend of sorts who wielded one a long time ago, before he had fallen. He can't help smiling at the sight of her blue armor, and how in a way it was a familiar sight.

The Sentinel and those she's with seem unphased by the shaking of the air ship. The guards look as though they might be quaking in their boots, though that might have been the vibrating of the ship. They fall quickly in her path. Several of the prisoners cheer. Most of them beg for help though. "Please free us!"