Cathy and Skip heard over Janet's onboard communicator, "Hello? Hello? There's supposed to be someone up here with me? Is there anyone up here with me?"

​     "Who are you?" Cathy asked, although she already kind of knew who it was. She half-recognized the voice.

     "Niki. Niki Creole," came the answer.

     Yep. That's who Cathy thought it was.

     "Who are you?," Niki asked. "The Azure told me to come to these coordinates, but..."

     "We're cloaked. I'm Cathy Dawson. I'm with Gramps. We met a couple years ago, the day you took down Silveria?"

     "Sure, sure, I remember you. You alone?"

     "No. My brother's with me."

     "Hi," Skip said.

     "Where's Gramps?"

     "Uh....Uh...We believe he's on the surface with..."

     "Yeah. Yeah. Okay. I need to get on your ship. What do we got to do to make that happen?"  

     "Turn visible long enough for Janet to get a lock on you, then we'll come pick you up."

     "I'm using my gravs. I'm thousands of feet in the air. I'm cold. Who's Janet?" 

     "Our ship."

​     "Cute. Hi"

     "Whoa! You are very close to us."

     "The Azure gave me..." 

     "Stay right where you're at. Janet will take care of the rest." 

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