Suddenly, gunshots were heard. They were quite distant, but still the group took cover and Sarya and the other guards stood before the diplomats, ready to protect them. As nothing happened for a while, they resumed their way.<br/><br/>"Should we really go on like that?" Sarya said. "It is too dangerous here and this gathering is not worth it."<br/><br/>"What are you talking about, numan?" one of the palman diplomats replied, in a clearly disapproving tone. "We have to get to it, even if it costs our live. Or yours, which is more likely. It can, no will, have a great influence over the future of the Algol system, especially Motavia. But someone like you could never understand something like this."<br/><br/><em>He surely likes numans,</em>she thought sarcastically. But she stayed quiet and walked along, even more careful then before. She hated to admit it, but she was scared quite a bit. It all was so alien here, nothing like her homeplanet and she barely had an idea, what kind of threats they would have to expect. However, she had another thing.<br/><br/>A very bad feeling.<br/><br/>She had her handgun drawn, ready to shoot anything, that threatens their group and on her hands were a pair of claws, attached, ready to slice up anything, that came to close. No, Sarya had no hope that they will leave this planet without a fight.