“Yes, the captain of this ship tried to get in touch…” started one of the survivors, “But we don’t know where he is now…”
“Our friends will try to find him. For now we can offer to evacuate you to our shuttle. The atmosphere created in one of its compartments is the same as the air composition on Taria. We’ll take you to Titanium like this.”
“To Titanium?” the Tarians looked at each other. “But your Council had refused to get involved…”
“We’re not getting involved,” explained Lora, “We’re just offering help to a spacecraft that had crashed. This doesn’t violate the terms and conditions between our races.”
The refugees nodded in agreement.
“That’s great!” smiled the girl, “I’m going to stick a transmitter onto every one of you, and it will initiate your teleportation into the compartment with a suitable atmosphere.”
By the time Chris’s agitated voice was on air again, Lora and Derek had already helped a dozen Tarians they had found in different compartments.
“Guys, finish with it! The fighter ships are already near. Paul is talking to the unit commander, who had been sent to Gron after the spacecraft that was shot down. Their ships will be here in less than twenty minutes. They have orders to destroy the remains of the ship.”
Lora looked at her watch.
“Message received, we’re coming back!”
“You’ll have to climb one deck up so that the beacon signal becomes stronger,” added Stan.
“The scanner has detected three more life forms on the level above us,” noted Derek and pointed Lora in the direction of the correct compartment.
“We didn’t follow this route when we came here. There could be piles of debris,” answered Lora. “Let’s follow the more certain way.”
“But the Tarians will die then!” insisted the earthling. “We’re obliged to save them!”
The girl sighed deeply and peered at the persistently flashing red light at the corner of the virtual screen. She didn’t want to tell Derek about her injury she had got due to the fall. Besides, regardless of the leg trauma, the chances of saving several other refugees were miniscule. At the same time, the risk of dying under the fire of the Tarian fighter planes far away from the place where Stan could teleport them was quite high.
“We’re not going there, Derek,” Lora concluded calmly. “We did everything we could. It’s time to go back.”