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"One. I'm a Changeling, as you would have known if you had tapped into my ship, which you obviously have, since you are speaking through my radio. There is one other passenger IN my ship, a Terran Ghost. If you wouldn't mind dealing with a Protoss who is literally clinging to the hull of my ship, I would gladly let you in."
My mouth hangs open.
"Discord... as in, the AI that likes to hijack Battlecruisers and tends to take the form of a Zealot Cuisine Chef!? By all means, come aboard! I'm the clone of the Changeling created by the late Dr. Hans Vans on the planet Endor!" (Don't Ask, another thread)
"Tell your friend not to shoot me."
I re-polarize and head towards the airlock. Much faster than having to worry about making noise. I access the airlock controls and open the outer doors.
Moving inside is a little tricky, but I manage it. The doors close and the room begins to re-pressurize.
I morph back into my original form, my purple skin covering my thin limbs, my wings tucked tightly against my back. I see an orb surrounded by what looks like armor.
"Ah, so you have chosen a new form I see. Where have you been since the time with Troy's rebellion?"
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