The space ship reminded him of a hall of mirrors. Every surface was polished to a sheen. Intriguing reflections came back at him from the highly polished surfaces. Bizarre images, outlandish shapes, joined by strange sounds and even stranger smells.
His host seems super confident and basically ignored James, he appeared to fear nothing from a specimen from such a primitive planet.
Managing the transportation ship had become routine for Zorran, for the hibernation cells kept the specimens calm.
A relaxed Zorran smiled as a Vulcan with pointed ears was beamed aboard.
Spock looked towards James. The battle could begin.
A follow up story from two earlier stories: called Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre and The Cell. Hopefully I will complete this saga!