"Mirelle--where is it?" Jahntu was in a cold fury, and his hands sweated on the plastic grip of the 15mm sniper rifle. He would have preffered something that WOULDN'T punch though both sides of the airship, but it wasn't available. He had stuck an Emer-kit into Amma's arm when he gotten her back onto the shuttlecraft, but it didn't have enough nano-bots in it to heal her body back, just most of her nervous system. Mirelle sounded shaken when she answered back, "I don't know. I lost it! The pressure-sensitive grid on the floors is old legasy hardware! Some spots are a thousand years or more old! I never expected to have to use them. It passed through the door ahead of you about thirty seconds ago, and I lost it. I haven't read any doors being opened in the passenger section. I also locked down the bridge,too." Jahntu had never seen anything like what he had witnessed on the shuttlecraft's cargo-hold cameras. That wierd looking alien had appeared out of nowhere and blasted Amma with some kind of plasma pistol, or something. He said to Mirelle, "I'm wearing the old Deva armor. The repair Nanites I found worked wonders on it. Almost good as new. If it shoots me, the super-conducting/refractive outter layer SHOULD protect me. No damned helmet or gloves, dammit." Mirelle sounded shocked when she said, "Are you KIDDING? GOD! That armor is almost FOUR THOUSAND years old! I looted it from an old musuem that the Scavs hadn't found yet! The Flying Cities might pay a lot for it!" Jahntu ground his teeth and bit off, "Look here, 'CAPTAIN'--this is my ass on the line! It SHOT Amma! I do NOT care what it's looking for---it WILL find a quick death at my hands! I have to live long enough to do the killing of it." Mirelle sounded contrite when she said, "You--you're right. I'm afraid of whatever the hell this thing is. I just reviewed the uploaded recording again....It's an Alien! An honest-to-God alien on our world! I just wish it had....WAIT! The door to the Measure's room just opened! Either she's going out..." "SHIT, I'm on it!" Jahntu was down the hall from there. He kicked open the red fire-door and ran toward the Measure's room. He just hoped that between the Rifle's guncamera and his goggles' sensory abilities, he'd see it before it killed him. --TO BE CONTINUED!-- Media is poser 6 Set is by Barcode! I tried again to get the credit thing to go through. THIS time-- NO Barcode! He wasn't even listed! Anyway--He made the workshop and It's wonderful! ^__^ V,,