These thoughts rushed through her head as she tried to decide what to do next. The hover-carrier would be a big help. If she could figure out how to pilot it, she could take it all the way to the research facility, and the Ragnosians would never fire on her.
She tried to open the door to the small cockpit.
The instant she did so, an alarm started wailing. “Security protocol active,” a harsh, male voice said in Vanasku. She heard a hiss and scanned her surroundings with spatial awareness. That strange coffin-thing had opened.
Anna turned around in time to see a horrifying figure stepping out, a short and slim woman in gray pants and a tank-top. Her skin was pale, her head perfectly bald, and her eyes had a distinct metallic sheen.
“Oh, crap!” Anna growled.
The ziarogat extended a hand
