Posted on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 8:47pm by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Come on people, only a couple of us driving the story here!
As the Lieutenant Commander gave the all clear, Feyd heaved a sigh of relief. As much as he had experienced battle in his life, it wasn't something he relished...few of those with his experience did. He made another round of the wounded, and despite the moans of discomfort, none of them were in danger of dying. Good enough for him. Patch em up, get em back on the front line, he thought.
His attention turned to the container Liuetenant Lance was staring at. There was an insistent knocking coming from it, definite knocking...as in not natural knocking.
"Is there..." He began, but Lance was already moving, keying in override command codes only a Starship Chief of Security would posses. The locks hissed as they opened, just as the Chef, Thomas Jefferson, entered the atrium.
A man in Starfleet yellow bellowed as he emerged from the container, both Relor and Lance backing up a step and leveling their weapons in his direction. Lance's commanding baritone cut through the stunned silence like a laser scalpel. " Put your hands in the air! " he shouted.
Jefferson ignored everyone and made a beeline for his cargo, evidently unaware of unconcerned about the strange man in the container. "If you've damaged my Drexel Pods, so help me..."
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Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Chief Medical Officer