Salem walked to the top of the ship's ramp before he turned and glanced back at the projection of Al on the wall. "You comin'?"
"Nah, not now," Al replied. "I might just chill here for a bit." As his image reclined in thin air, the ship's landing struts lowered to the dirt from its hovering position.
"Your call," Salem said, turning and walking down the ramp. As soon as he'd stepped off, the ramp began to shut behind him. He glanced at Myitt and Ossanlin and began walking towards the bar. "Buy you guys a drink? As for me and Keshin, Andalite, it's just me taking my opportunities where I can find them. Keshin is a professional. He has knowledge and skills I don't. On top of that, he doesn't have your tangled mesh of alliances to get in the way. Besides," he said with a grin, "I wouldn't be much of a friend if I hung him out to dry. Speaking of which, are you going to prove to me that you didn't have him dragged off and shot? Or am I just supposed to take your almighty Andalite word for it?"