Reli resisted the urge to groan as these events unfolded, but she decided to go with it for the moment... as long as Dru's luck held out.
<Chris, if we go back toward the mess, we will be on camera again. Farush was only down here because he saw us on the monitors from the bridge. At this point, the best we can hope is to commandeer the ship- not likely to work- or to find an escape vessel of some kind and pray to Sky that we're near a planet with a breathable atmosphere. We have morphed and incapacitated two of their crew, one of whom is a ranking officer and one of the pilots. They have no choice at this point but to treat us as hostiles, even if they were not already. They will separate us, prevent us communicating, and beyond that I have no idea what they will do, because I do not know what their plans for us were in the first place. From this point onward, our best hope is to keep moving away from where they expect us to be... which means either we play our way to the bridge and actually try to seize the ship, again, not a good idea, or we run away from the mess as far as we can and hope there are escape pods.>
Reli eyed Dru again. <Also, if you are going to actually draw a weapon on a hostile Andalite, do it well outside tail range, or you won't have hands. I can see you no matter where you walk relative to me, and I can move much faster than you can, even in that Hork-Bajir body.>
Reli knew they had just a few seconds left before Farush's absence put up more red flags for the bridge crew.
<What will it be, fellows? Do we try to escape, even if there turns out not to be a way off the ship, or do we stage a very ill-advised hostile takeover? At this point, it is all I can do to keep any of us alive, so I suppose I might as well leave our choice of poison to the three of you to decide.>