((Haha. Parker, Salem wasn't concerned about the morphing being able to heal Ossanlin. He was concerned about Ossanlin being able to morph. Morphing into an unfamiliar form would definitely be harder than returning to the body you've had your entire life.))
Salem continued speaking to Al as he jogged through the woods. Al alternated between talking to him and talking to Keshin, though there was no indication of how he was determining what he said was transmitted to Salem, and what wasn't.
Al gestured around the ship, "What's out here is only the... ah... durable stuff. There's plenty tucked away inside compartments, too."
"You know you ran over a War Prince, right?" Salem asked
Al was silent for a second, then he walked over and banged on a wall near the cot Keshin was sitting on, which opened a door to reveal a closet-like area, complete with lots of clothes and drawers. He began opening the drawers. "We've got quite a few options, actually." He held up a sinister-looking little machine that looked a bit like the claw out of a claw machine melded to a clock radio and given an evil twist. "Heprumei appearance regenerator." He set it back in the drawer.
Salem spoke again, sounding slightly dismayed at Al's lack of response, "He'll live. He morphed. His body will be healed when he morphs back."
Al snapped at Salem, "This is not what I like doing! Do you know why I was built? This is so not me. Your plan caused that, dude." From a drawer, he drew out a pair of glasses with a fake nose and mustache attached. He laughed and tossed it to Keshin.
Salem responded to Al, "Hey, this is what I do. Escapes are my thing."
Al again snapped at Salem, "No, your thing is raining chaos and destruction on those around you to benefit yourself. We still don't know why the hell you tried this. I think you need to get a new schtick, Salem." He drew out the name "Salem," saying it as tauntingly as possible. He finally pulled a grey, square device with a keypad in the Atazin galactic language from the drawer. He handed it to Keshin and said, "In your case, a hologram is probably our best bet. This is my latest project. I just need you to hold it in your hand while I program it."
Salem was silent for a second before responding, "Are you kidding me? I... what the hell was that?" He stopped in his tracks and turned to look behind him. He was sure he'd heard something, but there was nobody there. He began to slink more uneasily in the direction he'd been heading, looking over his shoulder often. "I think I'm being followed," he transmitted to Al and Keshin.
