Salem stood back and continued watching the advancing Yeerks, taking shots and covering the group until everyone was back aboard and the door had shut. He holstered his gun and, since Temrash seemed to have the situation mostly under control, he did his best to stay out of the way. He was in the process of sitting down when the explosion of the Yeerk transport shook the ship. He stumbled, grasping at the seat back, and finally regained his balance. Temrash was piloting the ship into a smooth orbit- there was probably no point in strapping in now.
A thought occurred to him. He dropped to his hands and knees to look under one of the seats. Sure enough, there, wedged in place, was the sonic weapon he'd hidden there while looking for a way to free Keshin. Somehow it had stayed put through all the action this ship had seen since then, and been overlooked by the crewmembers and the repair crew that had been over the ship since then. After a few moments of tugging, Salem was able to grab the dark silver, cigar-shaped weapon from its place.
"Gotcha!" he cried, standing up and holding it triumphantly. He quickly tucked it into his pocket He glanced around- Temrash, Blast, and the Andalite had disappeared while he was messing with his weapon. Silver was still unconscious in her chair. There wasn't a lot Salem could do about his situation at the moment, so, with a glance around at the Hork-Bajir and the woman, neither of whom he knew, he introduced himself with a nod, "I'm Salem, by the way."
