Hadrin hears the silent thought-speech directed towards him, and nods, although no one can really see it.
"Alright, here goes nothing," he whispers aloud to his host, Justin. They start off in the direction of Zorish's trail, having seen and heard her run through the woods.
Tara steps on board the Mirage, her heart in her throat. She glances at the med bay, noting that of course it is empty. Her gaze next falls upon Myitt, squirming on the floor and drying up next to the discarded and empty tupperware container.
She rushes forward, holding her side, and gently picks up the Yeerk slug, stroking her back. "Shh, it's okay, old buddy," she says, wincing as she holds Myitt up to her ear. The pain in her ear canal, in her head, is fleeting, numbed.
In a few moments Myitt begins to feel the dull ache of pain in Tara's side, and then the full force of the pain hits her. She staggers to her feet, hitting the console as she regains control of her host, and is barraged by the active memories of the last hour or so.
For what seems like a long time Myitt stands there, staring blankly at the controls, before she looks up and taps at the few feeble manual controls.
"Weapons," she whispers, grimacing as another stab of pain hits her side. "Okay. Okay." The rush of Yeerkish fear hormones from flying across the room is still surging through her body, and Tara's tensed up state isn't helping. Her breath comes in short gasps, and desperately she thinks, Weapons, access weapons. Eventually the basic controls appear and she is able to manipulate them, although the Andalite characters are familiar yet alien, much like Japanese versus ancient Chinese. She starts to panic again, trying desperately to read through the control options, and keep track of Zorish. How? She manages to perform a broad scan of technology, the controls weren't too different for that sort of thing, but her human heart was still pounding in her throat. She kept forgetting to breathe.
