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Just stay cool. Araña should be up there to meet you in a few minutes. All you had to do was act natural, and hope that Rollo’s boys are localized enough to speak English and converse freely in a way that wouldn’t be terribly strange to the average human.
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As it turned out, there was no need to panic. The Grays were well-versed in the ways of human culture and conversation, and you weren’t at all expected to speak in their original language(whatever that might be).
As soon as you were able, you and Cat switched to your second preset disguise, and you suddenly became a pair of well-dressed gray aliens. The rest of Rollo’s boys seemed more comfortable with you when you were like this, you decided to keep these forms for as long as you were here.
The long, winding corridors were vaguely reminiscent of an old, sci-fi movie set where humans had to navigate an alien craft. The colors and lights were surprisingly warm and welcoming, feeling more like you were walking through the Enterprise than a hostile enemy base.
When Araña got back in contact with you to let you know that she had managed to infiltrate the upper levels, you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. With her help, the two of you were able to find your way to what you had assumed was the archive room.
But as soon as you saw the layout of their computer systems, you very nearly choked out of sheer panic and frustration. The entire room was nothing but buttons and blinking lights.
FUCK!
Noticing how flustered you were, the only two operators in the room swiveled their chairs around to greet you.
<span class="mu-g">“Anything I can help you with?”</span> one of them asked, sounding bored, but curious.
Cat stepped forward to answer. <span class="mu-b">“We’re, uh…new here, and we got a bit turned around. Can we get a copy of the ship’s blueprints so we don’t get lost again. It’s kind of embarrassing…”</span>
Both Grays exchanged an amused glance, before turning back around to plug in a series of commands through their nonsensical button operated device. A few seconds later, a detailed holographic map popped up in the middle of the room, a yellow dot signifying where you were in relation to the ship’s layout.
You burned the image into your memory, taking a few snapshots with your AR lenses, much like Cat had been doing, you were sure.
If Araña’s codex was accurate, then you had a decent idea of what these weird symbols on the map meant.
(Cont.)
