Use my comm for co-ordinates
I’ve found a friend and I think Driok could do with one
Rosalie
Will do
I think I probably have the best friends in the universe. After all, we’re all abductees, and yet we’re all still sticking together.
Love you guys
Lydia
Oh god it must be bad
Scarlett
Maggie’s lost it, send help
Rosalie
We’re all doomed
OK I take it back
Fuck you guys
Kerra
Phew, she’s back
We’ll let you know about Dalox :)
I shove my comm back in my pocket before pulling the thing out again. After all, if it’s somehow getting back to Vorostor, then it must be possible to get hold of Driok.
“Don’t use that in here.” Kes is by my side, attempting to grab the comm.
“What do you mean?”
“The Ulep might be able to track you.”
“I’m sending messages, not talking to anyone.”
The Paralnyi grumbles under his breath. “Just stop using it and turn it off.”
I can see his logic, although if I’m being tracked, it’s most likely too late, but I do as Kes suggests and turn my comm off.
“I need to get back to Driok and our ship. I have a remote set up there I can use,” I say, sweeping some rubbish off a stool in order to take a seat and take a load off my feet, which are aching, along with my back.
You’d have thought I was pregnant or something.
I rest my arm over my stomach and glare at Kes.
“I have something we can use.” He disappears behind a pile of things which are precariously balanced on each other before he reappears with something that looks like it’s from the 1940’s and places it on the counter.
“A Sarkarnii scanner?”
“No, it’ll break up the Ulep transmissions, make it harder for them to communicate,” Kes says, plugging some wires in the back. “I need to take it above ground. Stay here.”
