Chapter 16“Where are we?” Colonel Melanctha Remes looked over at her companion.
Lydia shook her head. “Coordinates, please.”
“Navigation module damaged, galactic positioning unavailable.” And then it repeated, “Mzertzgrlm nlwfov wznztvw, tzozxgrx klhrgrlmrmt fmzezrozyov.”
Melanctha cringed, the awful-sounding language more nauseating than the maneuver they'd just executed. She had no idea how a tractor beam might affect sub-ether navigation, but she knew what one did to A-warp.
“Kzizn translation off,” Lydia said.
“Paramecia translation off,” the amoeba said. “Kziznvxrz gizmhozgrlm luu.”
“Attempt to determine position visually,” the young woman said, sighing. “We could be anywhere.”
“Attempting,” the ship said.
Melanctha glanced at her. “What now?”
Lydia met her gaze. “Now, we wai
