5

You can't allow the humans to capture you, but the last thing you want is to get drawn into a battle to the death with gun-toting soldiers. You dash through the sensors, sure that being identified will be less of a concern than getting into a fight.

Lapu looks back toward the sound of incoming soldiers, a whine caught in his throat before he throws himself through the checkpoint, his arms over his face as though he could somehow fool the machine's ability to read his serial ID. Tiva follows right behind him, leaving only Dena on the other side, shivering with fear.

"They'll know!" Dena says, placing padded palms just beyond the reach of the sensor.

"It can't be any worse than actually confronting an entire patrol of soldiers!" Lapu calls back, eager to be on his way across the bridge.

Dena, always the academic and seldom the adventurer, stands back, shaking as though trying to wake up from a bad dream.

Anger wars with guilt in your mind. Dena's going to get you all caught at this rate. You need to make a decision quickly.