I was led down a crowded hallway of Ba'dqeel's ship. Still worried about the fact that they were going down with me, Ba'dqeel assured me that the ship wouldn't leave the Earth's orbit until he, himself, had given the pilots directions.
The doors to a hanger bay hissed open, and I got my first glimpse of what was referred to as a 'runner'. It was sleek, looking like nothing I had ever seen before. The outside was covered with a bright silver metal. There were outlines on the side and at the back where I assumed people would get in and out, but other than that… nothing.
"You don't have to be scared," murmured Zua'the, concerned. "Tu'sub is one of the best pilots on this side of the universe. He'll get us down to your planet safely."
I still wasn't entirely sure that I wanted to be returned to my planet, but instead of saying anything, I simply nodded my head.
