Post by michaelscott on Jul 27, 2011 15:16:12 GMT -8
Officers, you may remove your respirators, the gas will cause no effect to you.
The respirator Michael removed had a feeling like he was wearing a respirator. He was studying the Nolfian's physical appearance by his own blue eyes. He was thinking of the Caitlins. Could the Nolfian’s have similar biology to the canines on Earth? They had bushy tails like dogs.
The poison is being neutralized with cyoldrapan as we speak. However, many Nolfians require surgery immediately. Prepare for injured." He reported back before activating the transport on the first patient. The scientist had training in medical and he was familiar with medical terminology, it was part studying other species.
He was watching the Nolfian being teleported to sick bay. Michael glanced at Yaxley. ***You should warn them before you do that*** He sighed, looking around, he witnessed a young blonde man on the floor near the dead. Michael was studying the limping female Nolfian who was being escorted by a Starfleet Klingon Security Officer. He was observing her body movement on helping to understand them more.
Taking the tricorder back, Michael went back to work and scanned a nearby Nolfian. There was much to learn. He continued to take readings. “Please,” he said to the fallen Nolfian. “Relax.” The Nolfian slowly nodded its head. He kneeled down to the Nolfian.
“Your ship is honorable,” the Nolfian said, fighting to talk. “The General! I must protect her!” It was honorable to be under General’s crew, but this Nolfian felt he owed his life to her.
Smiling to the Nolfian, “The General is safe,” he said to the Nolfian.
“Thank the gods,” he growled as he was feeling relieved.
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The respirator Michael removed had a feeling like he was wearing a respirator. He was studying the Nolfian's physical appearance by his own blue eyes. He was thinking of the Caitlins. Could the Nolfian’s have similar biology to the canines on Earth? They had bushy tails like dogs.
The poison is being neutralized with cyoldrapan as we speak. However, many Nolfians require surgery immediately. Prepare for injured." He reported back before activating the transport on the first patient. The scientist had training in medical and he was familiar with medical terminology, it was part studying other species.
He was watching the Nolfian being teleported to sick bay. Michael glanced at Yaxley. ***You should warn them before you do that*** He sighed, looking around, he witnessed a young blonde man on the floor near the dead. Michael was studying the limping female Nolfian who was being escorted by a Starfleet Klingon Security Officer. He was observing her body movement on helping to understand them more.
Taking the tricorder back, Michael went back to work and scanned a nearby Nolfian. There was much to learn. He continued to take readings. “Please,” he said to the fallen Nolfian. “Relax.” The Nolfian slowly nodded its head. He kneeled down to the Nolfian.
“Your ship is honorable,” the Nolfian said, fighting to talk. “The General! I must protect her!” It was honorable to be under General’s crew, but this Nolfian felt he owed his life to her.
Smiling to the Nolfian, “The General is safe,” he said to the Nolfian.
“Thank the gods,” he growled as he was feeling relieved.
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