"Tramcar?" Tayla echoed.
She pointed across the base to the prison suite.
"Yeah," Asia added. "They used that crap when they took the kids."
Ty shrugged and signaled the carrier.
"I don't know what to tell you," he said. "Are you coming or not? We don't have all day."
The carrier opened to let them in, and Klea started for the carrier.
"Come on," she urged her sisters while Ty lingered behind.
"Noah and I will try to dodge the traps," Shilah said.
Inside the carrier, Tayla put her hands on her hips and tilted sideways.
"You coming?" She mocked. "We don't have all day."
The battle raged on beyond the suite doors. Bria groaned, but for a while, still mustered the strength to fight.
Ozla picked off most of her own attackers. The rest were young, probably adolescents at oldest. They took quick steps backward.
"Go," Ozla ordered. "Leave the Dialorians. You're better."
"We can't," a petite teal skinned creature with a sweet, gentle voice said. "We're slaves. They'll kill us."
"Hush, Acelynn," another teal skinned creature roughly the same age whispered.
"Silas," she said. "I'm tired. I can't fight anymore."
"We'll take you with us," Ozla promised.
Bria still faced the strongest brutes among the soldiers. Her arm went limp, and lowered her blaster.
Ozla shot one from behind.
"Leave her alone," she demanded.
A bulky four armed creature grabbed at her, and she backed away. One step backward, and she stumbled against a one-eyed hefty creature two heads taller than she was. She felt his arms tighten around her.
"You're not going anywhere," the creature taunted.
"Help!" She pleaded.
Noah and Shilah emerged from the falling plates.
"We're on our way," they called.
The carrier docked, and Ty, Klea, Tayla, and Asia. They rushed to Ozla's and Bria's aid.