When the shot rang out - a real gunshot, not the Dracon and Shredder fire he had grown accustomed to - Trey jumped a second time, his ankle catching on the edge of his overturned chair. He just barely caught himself from toppling over backwards, clutching the table for balance.
What in the... he looked around for the source of the gunshot, but was almost immediately distracted by Salem's return. Feeling shaky, Trey bent down and hefted his chair back into an upright position, lowering himself onto it weakly.
"Galaxy's Edge Space Bar," he offers Jasper once his vocal chords seem to be working correctly once more. "It seems to be a place for strays to end up."
"This Serid person," Terenia says, falling into step behind him. "He's the one you had Corliss infest, right? The Andalite nothlit? What's his deal? Why would he be interested in talking to Efaen? She probably wouldn't be too happy to speak to someone like him. She thinks my own nothlitism is despicable."
<<Would the risk outweight the possible consequence though?>> Efaen asks, giving Serid a look that borders on condescention. Her next words are said with some hesitation, but the undermining intent is there. <<I do not mean to offend, but you have not experienced the sheer power of Yeerk control, nor how deep their drive for manipulation and deceit can run.>>
