Sam looked around, she was in the middle of Kiruva Forest, feeling the worst feeling you could feel in that place, the feeling of being watched. She kept looking around behind her, just then she gasped as she heard noises of running and saw small shadows darting around behind her, "Who's there!?" She called out, only to have the figures whisper among themselves. "Uh…if someone's here, I'm here to help!" Still only whispers, until a small Irken smeet stepped out. He looked up and down Sam, studying her, seeing if he should take her as a threat. He looked like a normal 60 year old Irken smeet, straight antennae, dark red eyes, dirty cargo shorts and a red t-shirt, though his arms, legs, and face were covered with dirt, scratches, and scars. "Oh, hi!" Sam said cheerfully, as she would address any young smeet. He took a small cautious step toward her, so Sam just stayed still and watched him, not wanting to scare him since he seemed so timid and careful. He took another step forward and watched her carefully. "I won't hurt you…" Sam said quietly, wondering if the child even spoke Irken at all. He looked at her suspiciously then went barely within arm's length of her and kept his eyes on her. "I'm not gonna bite or anything." He stepped up to her and gently touched her arm then looked up at her to make sure she didn't seem threatening or anything. She held out her hand, slowly so she wouldn't scare him. "Here." He looked up at her with untrusting eyes then took her hand, studying her palm, then turning it over and looking at the back of her hand.

He then dropped it and turned around to where the other figures were hiding and called out to them, "Tsi yako, I sseug. Sehs efas hguone." It was obviously a different language, but the others understood it.

A small smeet, no more than 35 years old in Irken years ran out of the dark forest and hugged Sam's leg then looked up at the other with her bright lavender-pink eyes, "Redi, seod ehs evah yna doof?" She had a dirty dress that used to be white, and she was also covered in dirt, scratches, and scars. She also had a little container strapped to her back, it was a cylinder that was about five inches in diameter and it almost dragged the ground, at her height of about one and a half feet, that was pretty big for her.

Sam looked up to see yet another girl, about 45, maybe 50 years old in Irken. Her eyes burned orange and yellow, like a blazing fire. She had scratches, scars, and slightly more dirt on her than the others, but what was different from the others, she had many burn marks, covering mainly her hands and arms, but some stray burns on her face and legs. She wore tattered jeans that had been cut off above her knee and she wore an orange and yellow tie-dye tank top. She still kept her distance, staying nearly out of sight, but not completely out of site. She had this angry glare as she glanced toward Sam and then blew a ring of smoke from her mouth.

Redi stole Sam's attention, "So, you speak Irken, huh?" He asked, sounding as if he had a bit of trouble speaking in the language. He must be more used to speaking in the other language he had used with the girls a moment ago.

"Yeah," Sam replied, surprised at how confident his voice was compared to his cautiousness earlier.

"Why are you here?" He asked, slowly and carefully, making sure not to mispronounce any words.

"I'm here to look for survivors."

"Sur…vi…vors…?" he thought for a moment, "Survivors of what?"

"The Virus," Sam replied.

"Virus?"

"The Virus that killed everyone, can't you tell?"

"Everyone?"

"Well, except for my friends and the survivor we found before you."

"Who?"

"My friends, Char, Cten, Zena, and me, Sam. I don't know the survivor's name yet."

The smallest one spoke up, "Ksa fi ehs sah yna doof!" She seemed to be whining.

The boy sighed, "We haven't eaten in a while and my sister wants to know if you have any food." The smallest one gleamed with joy that her brother had finally listened to him.

"Char would know for sure…but I'm sure we have to have something."

"Tahw did ehs yas?" She asked.

"Nrael ot kaeps Irken." He replied firmly, she just looked down and sighed.

"Uh, would you like to come with me?" Sam asked.

The boy thought for a moment, then hesitantly replied, "…Yes…"

"Okay, I'll contact Char." She pulled out her communicator from her PAK and called Char.

"Found anyone?" Char asked.

"Yeah, three smeets, they're hungry. Did we bring food?"

"Enough to last the two of us about a week…"

"Could we spare anything?"

"Fine, but that might mean cutting this little trip short and going home this afternoon. There's food in the Voot."

"Okay! We need to take these survivors to a safer place anyway."

"Okay, meet you at the Voot in two hours." said Char before she hung up.

Sam turned back to the three, "Okay, we're going to get you some food!" The boy just had an expressionless face as his stomach growled, the youngest obviously couldn't understand Irken, and the other one was still scowling in the corner. Sam sighed as she motioned for them to follow and she started walking. The youngest girl skipped along happily, the boy walking slowly behind her, and the last girl, the one with the burns, kept her distance.

After a while the silence was starting to get to Sam, so she decided to get them to talk. "So what are your names?"

"I'm Redi," replied the boy, "and these are my younger sisters, Aim" he pointed to the youngest, "and Fire," he then pointed to the one trailing behind.

"Nice to meet you all!" Sam said kindly, and those were the last words anyone spoke until they got to the voot.

The three smeets sat on the floor of the Voot and looked at their bowls of noodles. Aim was eating it quickly and messily, Redi was inspecting his carefully, while Fire was just not even looking at it all together.

Sam noticed this and walked up to her, "Hey, aren't you going to eat?" she asked, only getting an angry glare in response. "You should eat…" She only ignored the glare, "Eat! You look like you need to!" She said, commenting on the child's unhealthy skinniness.

"No." she answered quietly.

"Oh, why not?"

"I don't trust you, I'm not stupid, but you must think I am if you think I'm gonna trust you…" Her words were like a block of steel, cold and hard.

"I didn't say you had to trust me," Sam said calmly, "but there's no reason not to…"

"There's no reason to trust me either," Fire responded.

"But I do anyway…"

"You trust to easily."

"I know…" Sam said, lowering her head.

"I'm not eating this," the young Irken said, pushing the bowl away.

"Suit yourself." Sam shrugged.

"I will…" just then Fire's stomach grumbled, causing Sam to smile. Fire just glared at the food, as if the grumble was its fault as she held her stomach, trying to prevent another grumble. Just then she gave in, shoveling the food into her mouth like she'd never eaten before and this was her last meal.

"I knew you were hungry," Sam smirked. Fire just ignored her, not being able to hear her anyway over the sloshing of her noodles.

Soon Char walked in, followed by Mecca. "Hey, Char!" Sam greeted happily.

"Yo," Char replied then looked down at Redi, Aim, and Fire, "you found three little kids…?"

"Yup!"

"Congrats," Char replied sarcastically.

"Thanks!" Sam squealed as if it were a real compliment.

Char sighed then continued "I think these are all the survivors, so let's go back to Earth."

"Okay!" Sam squealed.

Char smiled and tossed Sam the keys, "Rules: No worm holes, no warp speed, no alternate dimensions, and no stops. If you have to pee, go now."

"What about the other?" Sam asked.

"…what?"

Sam looked around then whispered loudly, "The number two…"

Char sighed once more then shrugged, "That too."

They had been cruising at a "Sam safe" speed of twenty miles an hour for the past hour. Guess what, twenty miles. Sam smirked then decided to activate the warp speed.

"I said no warp speed!" Char yelled.

"Aww…" Sam sighed before slowing down.

"Good Sam."

"YAY!" Sam squealed before driving in swerves.

"Sam…?" Char asked, surprisingly calm while she was clinging to her seat.

"Yes?"

"I'm gonna drive now…"

"Aww…why?"

"Because I don't want to die," Char said firmly, "THAT'S WHY!"

"Okay…" Sam sighed before jumping out of her seat and going to the back to watch TV or something while Char drove.