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“Do not mistake my quiet tone for one of approval.” Arkady ran his hand over his jaw, the gritty pull of the stubble there rubbing against his calloused palms. The irony that hands made hard by the labours of the Martian mines, were now the hands of a physician and healer were not lost on him. He lo...

Everything was going swimmingly. Now that was a odd saying, because obviously if you were swimming you were playing the role of a land based mammel wrong. Keth couldn't imagine ever connecting 'swimming' with well. If Keth was going swimmingly, he prayed there would be a rescue plan in the works. An...

Keth did not like small spaces. Small spaces like the security surveillance room. With its tiny seats. And tiny door. And tiny keyboard with buttons he had to press using a pair of pencils. This was the 23rd century! Where the hell did Starfleet find pencils to hand out to people condemned to the cl...

Sickbay, After The Meeting “I live to fight another day.” He looked down at his bare abdomen as the pray mantis like arms of the AutoDoc folded back into their housing. The bio staples that kept the small incision closed were livid now, but the top shelf pain meds had pushed the wound to the back o...

"You do think they use different bulbs? Or some sort of broad spectrum light filter to shift the colour?" Keth mused as he was want to do on occasion, devoting sizable mental run time to 'The Big Questions'. These included, but were by no means limited to, such questions as: What is the me...

"You can't go to the mess hall!" Keth said, an arm shooting out to block the exit with a barricade of fur and claw. He smiled in his self-assured 'disarming' manner, which everyone took to mean he could bite arms off with it, and tried to school his voice back to its normal friendly timbre...

"Um...okay. It's nice to meet you, Keth Soban." It happened so quickly. One moment the good doctor was on her feet, the next moment she was off of her feet, dangling in the air, enclosed in Keth's arms. It was either a hug or some sort of Huanni martial arts move designed to incapacitate ...

“I like the mess hall.” This statement came from behind them all. It was a worrying thing to find yourself suddenly in the shadow of someone who, logic dictated, be hard to miss. Nearly three meters of muscle, fur, all stuffed into an 8XL security redshirt did not make for stealthy. It made for loud...

The shock on her face was quite blatant and she levelled a withering glance at the Huanni. "I have NO idea to what you are referring," she said and carefully placed her tool box beside the all but gutted replicator and sighed even more deeply than the first time. "By the way, those w...

"Yes," Zuub started, debating her next words, "withdrawal is definitely a concern." Her eyes and antennae leaned in meaningfully at Jones. "However, without finding the Engineer, we are going to have a great deal of difficulty doing anything from him." She moved closer...