Captain's Log, Stardate 10304.28

[Cptn Moose 0]

Captain's Log, Stardate 10304.28

 

The green woman's hands were velvety smooth as they gently kneaded the muscles on his back.  "Poor thing," she murmured.  "Poor, poor thing.  Tell me your troubles."  He opened his mouth to speak, but only a soft moan escaped.  He tried to tell her.  He tried to control the muscles of his mouth to form the words, but he couldn't speak.  His back felt so good.  His whole body felt good.

 

Her hands began to vibrate, and this caused tingles up and down his spine.  Of course she could vibrate, he thought.  She was an Orion slave woman.  Her talents were legendary.  Moose had never felt so relaxed.  He felt as if his body was floating.

 

She was an Orion slave woman, he thought.  That can't be right.  Wasn't there something he had to do about slaves?  He had to talk to her, but the more he tried the harder it actually was to move.  He tried to call out to her, but the words choked in his throat.  The harder he forced them out, the less sound escaped his lips.

 

His eyes snapped open and Moose discovered that he actually was floating.  He was on a strange ship.  There was no gravity.  His stomach suddenly cramped in a way he hadn't thought possible and he heaved violently, caught up in spasms of space sickness.  He lay there floating while he waited for the pain to subside.  He hadn't ever been this sick, not even during his first zero-g simulation.  But the longer he floated, the more he began to remember.  This wasn't space sickness.  They had given him some injection.  This was a narcotic withdrawal.

 

The realization made him heave again, and he twisted, weightless in his agony.  The pain seemed worse this time, and he knew it would continue to get worse.  How much of that drug had they given him?  Or was it designed to develop a quick addiction?  He had underestimated his captors, but who ever expected anyone to be this sadistic?

 

Slowly, between spasms, he took in his situation.  He was unrestrained and no one was guarding him.  There was no gravity and power seemed minimal.  Something had happened to this ship. Perhaps the crew of the Arcadia was responsible.  This may be their attempt at escape.  Or, he may have been the only captive.  He wasn't sure, but he knew that he couldn't waste this opportunity.

 

Desperately, he tried to focus.  He moved slowly at first, careful not to move too quickly lest he trigger another spasm.  Ill as he was, he had an opportunity to escape.  No matter how small the chance, it was one he had to exploit.

 

Cptn Moose

USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E