"So they're down inside the Leviathan right now?" I asked as I struggled to keep up with Ghor's brisk run. "How are we going to get to them? I don't wanna fall."

"Simple," he said, clanking along through the puddles. "I am going to find Samus's ship, merge with it, and then use her coordinates to find and pick them up."
 I nodded. "Pretty good idea. But there's one problem."

"What is that?"

I chuckled. "How are Samus, Rundas, U-Mos, you, and I going to fit inside that tiny little cockpit?"

Ghor's face went blank. "That does draw up a problem."

I raised an eyebrow. "Might wanna think things through, robo-boy. Or that's gonna be one tight and awkward ride."

He sighed. "I suppose we'll just crunch in there the best we can. I have no other solution."

I giggled. "Should be fun."

Ghor and I retraced our steps back to Samus's ship, where it stood proud and shiny in the Phazon sunlight. I was a little confused as to how my friend was going to 'merge' with her fighter, but stayed tuned and watched him approach the vessel.

I stopped and sat down a few meters away, crossing my legs and observing the robot as he unhinged the hatch on the hull with a yank. He tossed the golden piece of metal to the side and started to toy with the mechanics and wires.

He pulled his hand back after a zap. "Ouch!!"

"Data processor breached. Warning, hull integrity is compromised," a female, computer voice cautioned, and sparks were glowing menacingly on the console. Ghor was rubbing his singed fingers. "Anti-hack systems online."

He tilted his head to the side. "Getting self-defensive, now, are we? Well I, Ghor of Wotan VII, will not give up!" he bent over and began to resume his illegal accessing, coping with the shots of electricity and the sophisticated protests from the PC. "Ha ha ha! I am too smart for you, simple machine!"

"Simple?" I echoed, standing and waltzing over as he removed a large battery-like chunk of metal from inside the roof. He discarded the box with a ringing thud on the ground. "That thing can move mountains."

"Not necessarily, Gandrayda," Ghor wiggled his pointer finger, extracting more cyborgish parts. "Samus's gunship can only grapple things, drop missiles, receive orders to land, repair itself, perform suit maintenance, and then data backups. I'm not sure this device has the kind of power to tug peaks." He chuckled and shook his head, lowering himself into the hole he had carved.

I frowned. "It was just a figure of speech. Don't need to bore me with your scientific nerd talk." I folded my arms and listened to the fighter hum to life, the green visor windshield lighting up brightly. The damaged hatch sealed itself, and Ghor had completely disappeared from my view. I stared at the ship.

The cylindrical lip of the vessel lowered itself with a small hiss, inviting me to board. "Get in. We must hurry."Ghor's voice came from the inside, but I wasn't sure where in the world he was.

I slowly got onto the pedestal, and it lifted me up as soon as I did. With a slight cry of surprise, I entered the familiar cockpit, but was alone. "Ghor?" I glanced around at the single chair, though, knowing well enough that he wouldn't be there.

"Sit down, Gandrayda. Or I'll take off without you ready." The seat swiveled around, and I reluctantly sat myself in it. I grasped the sides of it as I was flipped back to the complicated console, with its blinking lights and confusing buttons. I clasped my hands in my lap, careful of not touching anything.

A diagram Ghor's face appeared on the HUD, and he smiled. "Good, you're comfortable. I have their position, so hold tight while I take us there." After he said that, the ship lurched, and I heard the blast of the engines. Then, we gradually made our ascent into the dissolving clouds.