Doctor Jim Morris stepped forward, nursing the side of his head, “I’ve been thinking about this,”
“Well, let’s hear it,” Locke said.
“From what I observed, we have to beat ‘time’ in order to survive this,”
“How do you beat “Time”?” Karapanov wondered.
“Yes yes,” Tarn nodded, “Phase causes hole in space-time to shift from one dimension to the other,”
“Right. Clearly, the Grenna’s physiology has adapted to a point where they can slip from one time-phase to the next with little to no issues at all,” Morris put in, “so, for us to beat time,” he motioned to the russian, “we must go into stasis,”
“No one’s used stasis since sub-light engines were put into service,”
Bael rose his little grey hand, “we can convert our cargo hold for stasis.”
“Your cargo… you have a ship?” Locke’s eyes went wide.
“Their shuttle is in my landing bay!” Vargus admitted with a sullen face.
“First we need to get to the Oxy,” Locke said.
“I will take you there,” Vargus nodded.
Morris stated the obvious, “What about the Karama crew?”