8-198: Merchant Freighter Spanial – Cargo Hold

  

  

Prrri flicks his ears and Lia can see them hit the inside of his helmet.

“Xit xis…” He moves his arms up and down, as if comparing weights in his hands. “…not cxlearr.  Gxrrexarr’s pllann is fassterr, Chennie’s iss ssaferr.  Ifff we xett outt of chump annd have too rrrush wee xmay wish we had tessted noww.”

He blinks slowly at Lia, “Thisss meanns you will have too tesst thee Hxopperr, nott Chennie.”