Snippet #2488249

OOC: Apparently I funked up with the posting.

All the while and unbeknownst to Dugal and Morieghan of the ensuing rescue operation outside happening nearby the two sprites paced about their cell nervously as if they awaited execution. Dugal already took the initiative to activate his enviro-vest in case they were spaced again. Why these aliens did not remove these vests from them was beyond Dugal. Either confused or flat ignorant the vests seemed to be part of the attire inconspicuous to the foreign eye relative to casual Avaeonite apparel. Morieghan hesitantly activated his after watching his cousin pace about calmly to the point he hummed an old ballad.

“They’re going to kill us.” The Ambassador said.

“In due time.” Dugal replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“I thought help was on the way.” Morieghan spoke telepathically.

“It’s on the way. Question is will it be here in time?” Dugal gave a telepathic shrug in the exchange.

Suddenly they were startled when a peculiar person with similar aura like Whisper entered their cell. Dugal gave him a slight glare as if he was reading him then sized him up then relaxed his posture a fraction when this Echo persona made it aware he was not their executioners but rather something they did not expect.

“Examine us? Wait a second…what you mean examine?” Dugal did not like where this was going.

“Avaeons do not…uh…appreciate physical contact.” Morieghan added as if it could deter Echo from proceeding with the examination despite his assurances.

In the event if the Nova Wolf's missile would have hit its mark suddenly the ship jarred from an impact with such intensity it put even the steady footed Avaeons off balance. Dugal and Morieghan braced themselves up against the corners of the cell only not to get intimate with the cells’ floor but to put more distance between themselves and Echo.