CHAPTER 142876 Cyeechie orbit, Tretan Shuttle
The Tretan’s motes had done their jobs well. Muriel sat down on the end of Dyami’s bench. The big guy sat up on the bench, letting his hind legs drop down on either side. Straddling it, he towered over her, muscular arms free and now uninjured. He lifted his arm and rotated it in the air. The bench vibrated with his speech.
“This is impressive technology,” Dyami’s translator said.
Clay leaned against the holographic display where the door to the cockpit was closed against. He held out his own arm. “You’re telling me! That’s fantastic stuff. Are those things Galactic tech?”
Hannah was still sleeping in her seat, but her face was fresh and whole, skin smooth and repaired.
Muriel said, answering Clay. “I don’t know. According to rumors, thoug
