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us. The foam and other obstacles provided no impediment to them. The one that found me grabbed my arm. Its grip was lighter than Braxa’s had been.
    Instinct kicked in and I still tried to rip myself free. Its grip, while gentler, was not weak. It held onto me like a vise and motioned to the other two. They stood off to the side of the one that held onto me in a triangular pattern.
    The one holding me slapped something onto my shoulder, and the world around me disappeared in a flash of golden yellow light. I didn’t think this was a test anymore.

Chapter Three
    The light started to dissipate from around us as the makings of a room began to fade into view. First came the outline of things then the space in between the outline filled in then the textures popped into existence, and finally the colors appeared. It took no more than a split second for it all to happen.
    I vomited up the water I’d drunk as the room began to spin around me. It tilted hard to my left, and I crashed onto the cold, metal floor. The grating pressed into my cheek as I felt watery bile start to rise in my throat once more.
    “That’ll happen to you the first couple of times you Travel,” said the one holding my arm. Based off of context I assumed it was laughing but what came out was a harsh, raspy breathing sound.
    “Who are you?” I stuttered. My teeth felt mossy and gritty, and my throat burned. The remaining water I’d drunk earlier in the day was ejected with a partner of yellow stringy bile. I wasn’t sure that my throat could take much more abuse.
    The being holding my arm let it go and took off its helmet. A snub nosed lizard-looking thing stared back at me with red eyes that had narrow, slit pupils. Pointy upper teeth were exposed over its lower lip. It closed its eyes and cracked its neck before a large frill of skin so thin the light shone through expanded to form a collar framing its head.
    “They call me Dell,” it said.
    The other two took off their helmets. They looked similar except one didn’t have the frill. The one without the frill had yellow-green skin while the other had red-orange. Dell fell somewhere in the middle of the other two with yellowish-red skin.
    Dell motioned to the yellow-green one. “She’s Wards.” Wards lowered her head until her chin touched her chest.
    “He’s Scort,” said Dell, motioning to the red-orange one. Scort made the same motion as Wards.
    I tried to push myself into a sitting position. Dell put his arms under my armpits and with ease lifted me into a standing position. I leaned against him as he moved me towards a chair. Once I was seated he took a step back and gazed at me.
    “You probably have a lot of questions,” he said.
    I wanted to spout off something sarcastic, but the shock of the situation prevented me from organizing my thoughts, so I asked the first one that came to mind. “Where am I?”
    “You’re on the Confederate Star Ship Alpha ,” said Dell.
    My eyes bulged, and I gripped the chair. I gulped, my mouth gone dry, and said, “So I was on a spaceship?”
    Dell nodded.
    “And you attacked the ship I was on?”
    The three exchanged glances before Dell returned his gaze to me. “Yes, we did.”
    “Our information led us to believe that the Vantagax ship was carrying an experimental weapon,” said Wards. “When we scanned the ship we found your strange readings.”
    “We hadn’t planned on a full scale attack, but they identified our signature,” said Scort. “The original plan was to Travel onto the ship, find the source of the readings, find the weapon and return with our findings.”
    “But, because Alpha was identified our mission changed. Multiple teams Traveled aboard. We happened to find you and now you’re here,” said Dell.
    I didn’t believe it, but I needed to ask to confirm my own suspicions. “And I’m the weapon?”
    They exchanged glances again. Dell hesitated to speak, letting out a small hissing sound. His tongue flicked in and out.