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Stella pulled out on to the street, mimicking the speed of the vehicles around her. Hopefully they could blend in. Speed wasn’t an option, at least not yet. Mumbling to herself, ”Cura Deum, that many and that close? We need more information about this planet.” She hissed out, voice full of frustration. Stella’s mind was racing. They had been trained by the finest military and, in her case, diplomatic minds the galaxies had to offer, yet this scenarios had never come into play. Nope, being stranded, hunted, and saviors all at the same time had never been covered. “No killing?!....” Sighing heavily, she shaking her head, as her eyes moved from the cars head to the rear view mirror. “You’re right, no killing.” Trip was right, killing innocents wasn't something Stella would consider. However, she knew her mind well and she also didn’t like the idea of being dissected. “We have two choices, hideout or keep going? I vote we stick with your plan to lay low at that abandoned house. I’m worried they may surrounding the town but, we’d be far to easy to spot in the desert.” Reaching into her pack she pulled out her communicator, "I got some language sample earlier, you can start listening to it. The communicator couldn't do anything with it maybe you can."

*Cura deum = Dark God