Blue ran to the last cage, grabbing hold of the bars tightly. "Mala!" Blue screams desperately. The pale blue woman within faintly stirred, raising her head on slightly. "Rashiya." Her voice was weak, just above a whisper. Her eyes were dim, antenna drooped to nearly laying down against her head. She then lay her head back down against her arms. "I hate dreams." She murmured softly to herself. "Male!" Blue yelled again. "Blue," Navarre called out. He could see there was a lot more to what he was seeing in the hold. "Get them outa here! Now!" He focused his attention on the engineering doors, rage was starting to boil within his blood.