Chapter 2

"You don't think we can pull this off, do you Jason?" Gwen asked anxiously, still unsure. She glanced back at the door of the medical quarters. "I mean, Doctor Teirell did say that he had to keep Alex in a temporary hibernation state, until he's able to collect the blood required to do a transfusion. And he's not even sure it'll work in this altitude…it's just nuts! And what about the neutron reactor? I haven't taken a course, and I doubt you have either."

Jason gave her a reassuring smile. "No. But I know someone who does. Once we get that figured out, and all of Sarris's guards ejected off of this ship, we'll only have to deal with Sarris…and I have my own ideas for how to do that. Don't worry, Gwen everything'll be fine."

"Yeah? But who are you gonna get? It's not like the Thermian's know anything, especially since we're trying to save them from suffocation, and you don't think any of our friends on earth would believe the story, do you?" Gwen gave her friend a quick glance, as he stopped in the hall-way, pulling out his Thermian communicator.

"You know that kid, from the comic-con the other day? The one with all the persistent questions? I have a feeling, that he and his friends, can help get us out of this mess." Jason huffed, aiming a few well-aimed shots at one of Sarris's guards that was stupid enough to stray into his path. "Hello? Is anybody there? Listen, I think we switched communicator's the other day, buddy. I remember you from the Comic Con the other day, when you asked all those questions. D'you remember?"

The boy on the other end gave a soft hiccup. "Yeah, and I've got to say, I'm not a complete brain-case. But where are the rest of the crew? What's happened?"

Jason heaved a deep sigh. "I can't really explain much right now, son. But I'm afraid that Alex is out of the picture at the moment. Now, if you could give us the directions the neutron reactor, I think everything will be just fine."

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Doctor Tierrel peered out into space, with a worried frown on his usually calm demeanor. He glanced down at the clip-board in his hand, and made a few marks with a pencil.

"Is anything wrong, Doctor?" Quellek murmured anxiously, looking particularly downcast.

"I-I am not sure, Quellek. Dr. Lazarus's skills are much greater than mine, but I am afraid that he may need what they call a blood transfusion very soon. The hibernation drug has the effect of wearing off, at certain intervals…Earth is our last hope. But still, there is the danger of Sarris shooting any escape capsule that we deploy. Dr. Lazarus's condition is not a good one. Unless one of the crew, is willing to lend him they're own blood, there is very little hope." Tierrel lamented.

Quellek gazed at his "mentor's" pale face under the thin film of the glass hibernation capsule. "He is my friend, and my mentor. I can't leave such a man, who has single handedly saved many lives, the…" He stopped short, as the door to the medical quarters were beaten down, allowing Sarris and his escort entrance. He gave Doctor Tierrel and nervous smile.

"Ipthar save us." He whispered, as Sarris's men quickly overpowered them, de-spite the lasers that were flying about.

"No one can save you now." Sarris sneered in Quellek's face. "Not even the commander. Once he learns that I have you, and a fellow crew member in my custody, he will crumble like an old stone wall. Now, enough time for pleasantries later. Lt. Lathe, take care of this Capsule would you? I want to show Dr. Lazarus the commodities of our fine ship." Sarris ordered.