There were no other sounds beyond the whisper of air and the buzzing in her head. “Welcome back,” he said. Something was odd. There was no vibration through the decking, no sounds of sensors, communications; nothing but the air flowing from overhead vents into a tiny room. Then the truth hit her; they were on Mendel. How long had she been out? “What happened?” she stammered. Riss grinned, his almost non-existent Ologrian lips showing elongated mountain cat canine teeth. “You aren’t the only one who can mutate at will. Just that you can do it easier and faster.” Corree sat up and shrugged. Even her shoulders hurt. “Practice.” She was in a small cabin. It was about the same size as the one she had occupied on the last leg of the journey to Alogol. Hers was the only bed. Riss perched on a tall stool. “What about the Ologrian colony camp?” “Here.
