At last, Yr'Arl was going to get so dical attention.
With a flick of doctor Kreen's robotic wrist, a heavy clunk ca from beneath the floor of the room that we had been in previously.
With a whirring sound and a set of vibrations that rattled the windows, the floor parted and a small camp bed rose out of the ground on a shuddering platform.
"Co, co, place him on the bed," doctor Kreen said, "My machines will see what is wrong with him, and do what they can to repair his damaged components."
The guy was speaking like Yr'Arl was so sort of robot that needed spare parts.
"Uh, there shouldn't be any need for new components," I said, "For a start, he's completely biological and for a second this is just a case of dehydration with so probable heat stroke thrown in for good asure."
The mad doctor looked at with surprise written across his face, "With symptoms like that it would sound as if you were up on the surface," He said as the predator trotted over to the bed and waited for to pick Yr'Arl up.
"I an, they practically were," Dan said as I hoisted the feline alien onto the bed that the room had provided, "Got inside just before the starstorm hit, had to bake in the access tunnel for a while so I could circumnavigate the security protocols. The alien probably wouldn't even be alive at this point if I didn't get the hatch open when I did."
"His na is Yr'Arl," I said, after making sure he was comfortable on his back, and still breathing, "Now please, doctor, can you do sothing to treat him?"
The doctor blinked at , "My dibots are already scanning this Yr'Arl," He said, "Though I have not encountered his kind before so I cannot tell you if I will be completely accurate in ascertaining his complete physiology. Now, go go, sit with Dan, do not distract in my work."
He shoed the two of us away with his human hand.
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