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((The Last Chance – Corridor))
::T'Sereth had been on her way to the quarters of her former First Officer, for an uncompromising conversation on his status, when she had been stopped by an urgent voice calling her name. Turning round, she saw Randa (most certainly not her real name), her chief doctor, jogging towards her.::
::The sight was unusual on several levels, for their morbidly thin physician was a Vulcan woman normally strict and slow and measured in all her activities. Those traits didn't make her a saint though. Randa was on this ship due to a long history of cold-blooded experiments on all sort of subjects. So, for Randa to be in that state, something serious must have happened, and T'Sereth braced herself for the impact.::
T'Sereth: ::Greeting the woman with a curt nod of the head.:: Doctor. You seem to be rather... agitated.
Randa: Spare me your illogical babble, T'Sereth. I'm here about the Dessican stowaways that you're keeping.
T'Sereth: ::Resuming her walk towards the second deck.:: If the question is 'can I have them for my medical projects', the answer is no. Last time I allowed you to dispose of an inconvenient passenger, half the crew got scared shitless, wondering what the hell you were doing in your infirmary. Never again, Randa.
Randa: ::Following her closely.:: Just a couple of bodies would suffice amply. I'm so close to replicating professor T'keyd experiments on brain alteration.
T'Sereth: No means no.
Randa: So we are going to keep those worthless people with us, as they consume our food and our medicines, without putting them to the task?
T'Sereth: They will be sent to Avronis in due time. We're just going through a little contretemps. Nothing serious.
Randa: This is the first time I hear the Federation described in that manner. That alien ship is here to stay, and you know it. Now, bearing in mind that you have been quite incapable of resupplying our stock of the most basic drugs, the only logical....
::They had reached a turbolift, and T'Sereth interrupted the pesky Vulcan by raising an imperious hand.::
T'Sereth: … thing to do is for you is to stop pestering me. Stay well away form my stowaways Randa. I'll put them to good use, don't you worry about that.
::T'Sereth entered inside the turbolift. She made sure to stare at Randa until the doors had closed, and then she cursed under her breath. Just a couple of days ago, she would have let the cruel doctor do whatever she wanted, and good riddance to the victims. Now thought, she felt different. It was as if the mere presence of a Federation vessel in the vicinity had been enough to civilize her again. Well, just a little bit, anyway.::
::And so, as the turbolift took her to the higher spheres of her squalid vessel, a new plan formed in her mind. Their chances of dumping the stowaways on Avronis were very slim indeed. On the other hand, they had, on their doorstep, an amazingly resourceful Federation vessel and a Terran Captain who looked like he wanted to rid the galaxy of all its woes...::
T'Sereth: oO Starfleet and its reputation to help the hapless... we will soon see how much truth there is to that tall tale... Oo Computer, take me to the Bridge!
tbc
T'Sereth
Captain of The Last Chance
Rigelian Waste Freighter
As simmed by:
Lt. Cmdr Brek
F.O.
USS Columbia, NCC-85279
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