Conrad, Natasha, Jones and nineteen others reeled from the after effects of the transport. Natasha scuttled to Conrad on her four soindly legs, her forearms clutching at him for support. They were on a truly vast brown plain of a coursed grained structure. The light and air were strange and huge shapes hulked in the distance.
He put his arms around her as the hubub began. Where were the others? Where were they?
"It's okay, Tash," he said, "I'm sure that the human, Karla will find and help us."
There was a whistling and a hurricane like blast of air. He just had time to see the offwhite ridged skin of a hand 450 feet long.
SLAM.
Karla wiped her hand on her skirt and went home.
Ants. Ugh.
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