“I thought it was safe here,” Vesta said.
“It still is,” Rolet glanced at his commander, who gave a quick nod.
The crew disembarked from their jet and greeted the other crew.
“This is much better than running, isn't it?” Condra Mazet said, his voice was rough and harsh. He had dark eyes that matched his spacesuit. “Let’s get this blood ordeal over with. This planet’s weather does nothing for my craft or my crew.”
Rycer turned to Vesta, who had begun to tremble.
“Lead the way to the lab,” Mazet ordered.
Rycer and his crew walked with Vesta down the long, bright hallways. Getting to the lab door, Mazet slammed to a halt.
“Surely, you all don’t need to hold her hand,” Mazet asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ducla takes the blood, and Condra Tae stays by my side,” Vesta snapped. “You are only here to carry the vials back.”
Condra Mazet looked surprised and said nothing, instead casting a suspicious glance at the sleeping form of Condra Re.