"We do, and they are. I have detected jump signatures from two Thuranin ships who are searching for us. We're in little danger because without our transponder replying, which it won't, the Thuranin are unlikely to find us before we jump again, in about three hours. The delay is because in addition to performing a thorough check of the jump engines and navigation systems, I'm erasing the Thuranin jump control system software, and replacing it with something closer to being actually useful. That's like installing an AI operating system in a cinder block, only with less memory capacity."

"Sounds like a challenge for you, then. Sergeant Adams, gets these Thuranin rounded up, and loaded, what, Skippy, aboard the tram?"

"That is a good start, yes, I'll direct your crew from there."

"Very well, sir." Adams gestured to three of the enlisted men, and they began carrying inert Thuranin past me to load onto the floor of the tram.

Only the Thuranin weren't all completely inert, which our crew discovered. Sergeant Adams and I watched in amusement as the crew rounded up the little green aliens.

“Man, who knew these little guys would snore like this? Damn! Oh, man, and he’s drooling on me! That’s disgusting!”

“Hey, look at this one. His eyelids are fluttering, and his leg’s twitching. My dog does that when he’s dreaming about chasing a squirrel.”

“How do you know what your dog dreams about?”

“What else do dogs dream about?”

“Humping your leg?”

"You two, shut the hell up," Adams barked, but I could see her eyes sparkling, "and get a move on."

While Adams handled the sleeping beauties, Sergeant Thomson and I went back to our hijacked Kristang frigate to bring the wounded aboard the Thuranin ship. Skippy had assured me the medical facilities of the Thuranin were vastly superior to the cramped and limited sickbay on the Kristang ship. We moved our three wounded soldiers one at a time, hooked up to Kristang medical monitors, to the Thuranin hospital. This was a task I wanted to take care of personally, even with the wounded sedated and stabilized. Skippy had taken control of the Thuranin medical systems, including the creepy-looking immersion pods that we put the wounded into. The pods had the ominous appearance of caskets, with the insides lined with nanoscale probes. Once the lids closed, the nanoprobes would extended and provide oxygen, nutrients, drugs and nanonachines that would accelerate healing. According to Skippy, he had reprogrammed the Thuranin medical computers to adapt them to human biology, and he had complete confidence all three soldiers would make a full recovery.  We had to move carefully, gravity in the medical bay was reduced to fifteen percent of Earth normal, to minimize stress on the bodies of the people being treated.