ENURRUA
"Muton… we've got to go now!" For'mya declared as she looked at him.
Muton's hands were pressed tightly to the bio-mechanical wall of the ship, his eyes tightly shut. "Almost… almost there!" He gasped between clenched teeth.
"Muton… we can't wait!"
For'mya turned rapidly at the sound of running feet, bringing the P190A3 around quickly until she saw it was Miseo running down the corridor. She lowered the weapon. "Miseo!" She almost shouted.
"We must go now!" Miseo exclaimed. "The last of your transports has left the surface! Your other ship For'mya? The TYPE II? Where is it?"
"Not far. Perhaps three hundred meters east from the entrance once we exit. But we need to leave now!" For'mya snapped.
"Father… father she is right!" Miseo barked. "We have to go!"
Muton's hands dropped and he whirled towards them. "I have it! I have all the pieces!" He shouted as he typed furiously on the data pad.
"Can we leave now?" Miseo asked his father.
