"What. Where? Who?" You stumble over the words. They sound wrong to you. Are they even English? You're speaking the alien's language!
"He may have lost some memory!" The female one says with a worried frown. "Captain Frell, I'm your First Officer, Lenning. This is Haal the Defence leader. Do you remember us?" you shake your head, not sure what to say... except your head doesn't shake, it kind of makes an odd twist... does that mean no for these guys? By their reaction you guess so. "OK, look we need your skills, the locals are primitive, simple plasma drive ships, projectile weapons, no shields, but there are too many of them for such a small ship like ours! We need your brilliance!"
She pulls a panel before you, showing a 3D layout of the battle. It seems to be happening rather slowly, not like in the movies. There are fifteen ships out there, labeled slightly larger than this vessel (if that blue dot is this ship? You think so). Not surprisingly you can read the labels for this display and watch the battle slowly move, ships swirling around and firing.
Haal, the second alien twists his head in that negative motion and leans over you.
"They caught us with the shields on standby when we arrived here, Defences are up now, but we're hurt. Captain, please we need you!"
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