Great, now we were being chased around onispace by a computer's immune system. I looked around, did they drop anything? Download anything that would come in handy? I saw a box in the distance, cloth overflowing. Great, clothing. Trojan programs that would make us look like native programming to Algerinai.
"This way!" I yelled as we came closer to the box. I looked back at the programs hurtling after us. Giant floating heads, with one huge eye each and gigantic maws full of rows upon rows of teeth. They were gaining. Then, as we got within a few feet of the box, a wall of energy darted up around us, blocking the programs out.
"Put these on," I told the others. They were single body suits that would trick Algerinai into not killing us.
You better hurry, we can't keep the connection open much longer. Jimini's voice was slick with two emotions, one was worry, we were his only hope now, and the other was joy, as he loved to see us in so much trouble.
We did our best to put the jumpsuits on. As soon as we did, the wall fell, and the programs paused. They looked around, floating to and fro, until they finally flew away. The suits worked.
You're all on your own now, Jimini's voice was already breaking from static, We'll regain contact every three hours. When you've fixed the problem, we'll pull you out of there.