“We’re trapped,” Maka said. “This is an airlock-only cargo hold, and we don’t have a vacsuit.”
Gorp stood. “I’ll go.”
Three meters of living stone moved humans aside. “Turz are not like you, soft friends. Our hijackers will soon know this too. Painfully.”
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