Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2011 15:29:01 GMT -8
“You won’t. Because we won’t. We’re here to help.”
Morgan smiled at Gavaskar. He was handling a very delicate situation very well.
Wetzel looked disappointed, but she also knew that she would soon be able to go to the surface. There was one man up there that she intended to pursue once she got the chance.
“You had to CUT them.”
Gillian had the right to be angry, but Morgan hoped the officer wouldn't let her embarrassment get the best of her.
“Men. They don’t change no matter what planet you’re on.”
Several of the Aescan women laughed. As long as they were laughing, Morgan relaxed. She looked down at her own outfit and realized that, she, too, was a bit overexposed. Reaching up instinctively with her right hand, she winced.
Trogdon rushed to her. "Did we do that?" He took her hand in his own.
"No no," Morgan assured him. "That was my own fault. It will be fixed when we get home."
Trogdon glared at his own people. "Did none of you notice this when they were searched?" One guilty head lowered slightly. "Shameful," the elder said. "I am sorry." He could see indentations of the ropes where swelling had built up around her bindings.
Morgan extracted her hand from his. "It will heal, just as your people will heal under your guidance."
"You must go," he said. "This mother," he pointed to Gillian. "...needs her child." He gave her a kind smile.
"May we," Morgan asked, pointing to their weapons and the tricorder.
Trogdon picked up the device and looked at it longingly. Chuckling, he passed it to Morgan, who handed it to Gillian. "Take the temptation from me," he said. "Otherwise, I will have it apart by sundown." He tugged at Morgan's sleeve. "I say that not as a man who would use your technology if he got the chance, but as a man who used to build such things himself."
"You still can," she said.
"Give them escort," Trogdon said to two burly guys who were a bit less pale than the others. Obviously, they made surface trips occasionally. To Morgan, he asked, "you will send advisers?"
"I will tell my elder. It may take some time."
"We have waited this long," he replied sadly. "Go, and tell your advisers not to go to the other side of the planet. Kesani is probably not pleased and she would not welcome them."
"Thank you." She glanced at the rest of the team. They were all dirty, disheveled, tired, and scraped. But they were going home. "Let's go."
The two Aescans led them out into the sunlight and to the edge of the village. "We can find our way from here," Morgan said. Touching Gav on the arm once they were away from the Aescans, she let out a deep breath. "Thank you for your restraint," she said. She had seen it in his eyes, in the way he had clenched his jaw. Gripping her clothing tight against her chest, she nodded. "Okay, let's get out of here." She touched behind her ear. "Commander Osbourne. Pineapple."
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Morgan smiled at Gavaskar. He was handling a very delicate situation very well.
Wetzel looked disappointed, but she also knew that she would soon be able to go to the surface. There was one man up there that she intended to pursue once she got the chance.
“You had to CUT them.”
Gillian had the right to be angry, but Morgan hoped the officer wouldn't let her embarrassment get the best of her.
“Men. They don’t change no matter what planet you’re on.”
Several of the Aescan women laughed. As long as they were laughing, Morgan relaxed. She looked down at her own outfit and realized that, she, too, was a bit overexposed. Reaching up instinctively with her right hand, she winced.
Trogdon rushed to her. "Did we do that?" He took her hand in his own.
"No no," Morgan assured him. "That was my own fault. It will be fixed when we get home."
Trogdon glared at his own people. "Did none of you notice this when they were searched?" One guilty head lowered slightly. "Shameful," the elder said. "I am sorry." He could see indentations of the ropes where swelling had built up around her bindings.
Morgan extracted her hand from his. "It will heal, just as your people will heal under your guidance."
"You must go," he said. "This mother," he pointed to Gillian. "...needs her child." He gave her a kind smile.
"May we," Morgan asked, pointing to their weapons and the tricorder.
Trogdon picked up the device and looked at it longingly. Chuckling, he passed it to Morgan, who handed it to Gillian. "Take the temptation from me," he said. "Otherwise, I will have it apart by sundown." He tugged at Morgan's sleeve. "I say that not as a man who would use your technology if he got the chance, but as a man who used to build such things himself."
"You still can," she said.
"Give them escort," Trogdon said to two burly guys who were a bit less pale than the others. Obviously, they made surface trips occasionally. To Morgan, he asked, "you will send advisers?"
"I will tell my elder. It may take some time."
"We have waited this long," he replied sadly. "Go, and tell your advisers not to go to the other side of the planet. Kesani is probably not pleased and she would not welcome them."
"Thank you." She glanced at the rest of the team. They were all dirty, disheveled, tired, and scraped. But they were going home. "Let's go."
The two Aescans led them out into the sunlight and to the edge of the village. "We can find our way from here," Morgan said. Touching Gav on the arm once they were away from the Aescans, she let out a deep breath. "Thank you for your restraint," she said. She had seen it in his eyes, in the way he had clenched his jaw. Gripping her clothing tight against her chest, she nodded. "Okay, let's get out of here." She touched behind her ear. "Commander Osbourne. Pineapple."
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