"Their nature is irrelevant." Telrim works on retrieving or destroying what data remains, and the console shuts down with a few sparks as she sets off a last fail-safe installed by the paranoid former owner. She steps back neatly. "Agreed on the cloaking. Yaheen, I trust you remember how to fire one of those from touch?"
Yaheen's questions are forgotten as he finds something new to panic about, looking rather like a boy scout who's left his tent at home. "I'm a lab assistant, not a warrior. I haven't really, er- the power settings on these run backward, right?"
Telrim can't help a sigh. "Very well. We'll trade. Mikoto, give us a moment."
While she swaps the weapons (and corrects Yaheen's grip, and adjusts her new holster to a much smaller human frame) Telrim will press the younger Yeerk. "Now. Where is the crew being held? Where is Issek?"
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Yaheen's questions are forgotten as he finds something new to panic about, looking rather like a boy scout who's left his tent at home. "I'm a lab assistant, not a warrior. I haven't really, er- the power settings on these run backward, right?"
Telrim can't help a sigh. "Very well. We'll trade. Mikoto, give us a moment."
While she swaps the weapons (and corrects Yaheen's grip, and adjusts her new holster to a much smaller human frame) Telrim will press the younger Yeerk. "Now. Where is the crew being held? Where is Issek?"