I'm giving you the bare bones here, the rack that will eventually (fingers crossed) be fleshed out.
Marti jumped forward and grabbed the lavender-and-red data-waver by one of its octopus arms. She swung the creature around her head.
Both the data-wavers screamed so shrilly that I could only fall to my knees with my hands over my ears. Shrilling through me, the one scream continued unabated until the wrenching, flesh-tearing scream arced away. Fell. Plop. Became a meeping, sobbing and painful weeping.
Luke was there before me. He picked up the injured creature by clenching its two remaining arms close to its body and would’ve grabbed me in the same fell move.
I jumped back. Stayed out of his reach.
“What are you doing, Kosi?” Jack yelled. “Come on!” Owen held him on the seat with a white-knuckled grip.
Luke thrust the injured data-waver into Jack’s arms. “Now you!” he said, crouching, getting ready to catch hold of me.
I retreated. “I’m not coming,” I said. “Go back to three years of hard labour in the service of my father? I’d rather explore this amazing, alien ship.”
Pallas grabbed Jack’s other flailing arm. Held his hand.
“Kosi!” he shouted. “Hen will speak up for you! After we tell her this whole, amazing story.”
“Me coming back will only complicate life for Du and Zee,” I said. “Hen has them to think about."
“This is all about you being a big sister, isn’t it? Sorry I said anything. Please come with us, Kosi.”
Luke laughed. “Too late! At last I have someone to run the ship while I’m away! I will definitely take you up on that offer, Kosi Lionhair!”
He whirled. Shouted. “Drop that!”
Marti dropped the data-waver’s bleeding octopus arm.
Luke caught her up and set her onto the chair, holding her in place with one hand.
She scratched at his arm and I had some heebie-jeebies at what came into view. That dark green skin. Reptilian, almost. Scraps of the life suit fluttered to the deck.
Luke adjusted something on a control panel on the chair’s side—why had no one seen that yet—and took his hand away as the four on the chair slumped.
That is, the bodies slumped. I could only hope that Jack and Pallas and Owen, and even Marti, had been waved back into their own bodies in SILO 23. The injured data-waver was gone in its entirety.