(( Valhalla, Forward Observation Lounge ))
Strathmore: ::Chewing:: Thank you.
Charn: Uh-huh. Look, kid, looks like you've already hit your limit. Before I send you off to whatever wonders await you, uh... where do I go now? I can't sleep here.
Arthur thought for a moment before finally swallowing.
Strathmore: Send me off? Don’t you still need my help?
Charn's fingers rapped at the edge of the table with increasing frequency.
Charn: Kid I'll be honest I got a million questions and you're not the one to answer them.
As bold as his statement was, Arthur knew he was right. Arthur slowly nodded.
Strathmore: I understand.
Charn: ...Especially not with the state you're in. Is there, like, someone responsible to house train the people you abduct?
Arthur laughed at that. He had broken Arthur’s resolve. That and the archaic poison he had accidentally consumed. Arthur stared at the table as he pondered.
Strathmore: Commander Sherlock is our diplomatic officer. They would be a person to talk to. Commander T’Ama too. They’re the First Officer, the right hand of Captain Aleron.
Charn: Response
Strathmore: You’re likely not going to get an in person meeting with the Captain. Heck, I haven’t even gotten an in person meeting with the Captain.
Arthur downed the rest of the fries and the seltzer. He felt remarkably bloated.
Charn: Response
Strathmore: You’d say that?
Ensign Arthur Strathmore
Medical Officer
USS Valkyrie, NCC-76418-A
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