A pod opened near the teenager, and a small red figure poured onto the floor. All eight of its legs twitched slightly, then flailed. The creature opened its large yellow eyes slowly, slime clinging to its eyelids.

Slowly, Zhiai'kahn pulled herself upright, staring around the cavernous space. She was confused. The climate felt very much like her tropical home, but it did not look right in any way. She made an attempt to walk, when a sound crashed through her new world. A pair of hands went to her ears, trying and failing to shut out the sound. A strong gust of wind followed, and she dug her claws into the fleshy ground to keep from being thrown away by the force.

The noise and wind stopped, and she loosened her grip on the ground. "What... what in the holy eight arms of the Gods was that?" She said aloud.