Jim Morris reached out his hand and took hold of the creature’s thin, wispy arm. It stood for a moment on stubby short grey legs, with webbed hand-shaped feet. Just when the doc thought it could stand alone, the creature collapsed upon itself. With its 4 digit hand, it reached out for Jim Morris’ arm, and took hold, pulling.
“The thing is stronger than he looks,” the doc said, “Come on, little-guy, let’s get you up!”
With one hand, The Doc supported the alien and led it to the wall next to the blast doors leading into the belly of The Karama.
“Can you get it open?” Karapanov asked his captain, removing his helm; the captain did the same.
“I uploaded the over-ride encrypt-keys into my PDA ,” Locke said. “I just need a hot-port,”
“Here,” Karapanov pointed next to a touch-pad.
Connecting her pda to the door-pad, Locke punched in a alpha-num key, and the door whisked open.
A blast of pure oxygen hit them, and the grey creature bolted into the adjacent hallway gasping.
“Thanks you” it nodded,”Me thanks You”