Waiting in the Wings

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“Waiting in the Wings”

Stardate 0603.29

Lieutenant Tandaris Admiran

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Tandaris was a bit bored, to put it frankly. Shore leave at Camelot did not interest him a lot, although he was grateful for the downtime. He explored most of the station and then eventually decided that a good book and maybe a holodeck adventure would be the best ways to spend his time.

 

He caught up on the letters from his family and friends which had been pushed to the side by more pressing matters lately. Everyone seemed to be doing well, so Tandaris decided that he was the only one who was being threatened by a species of giant scorpions. Needless to say, this revelation was none too comforting.

 

As the repairs to Excalibur continued at a steady pace, Tandaris kept checking in and making sure that things progressed smoothly. He also hoped that Camelot's medical staff—what was that toxicologist's name, Dr . . . Johnson?—could find an antidote to the toxin coursing through Commander Xavier's veins.

 

In the Holy Grail now, one of Camelot's civilian establishments, Tandaris sat at a table and fiddled with the multi-quadratic Lissepian algebra puzzle that had distracted him for months. He felt so close to the solution, and now—drat, the entire puzzle just reset itself to the first problem. Oh well, back to the starting block.

 

He idly wondered what would happen now. With Excalibur back on duty, how would Starfleet proceed in the face of these strange, hitherto unknown aliens? The aliens apparently had no qualms about attacking the Dominion. So Tandaris wondered what position Starfleet would take.

 

Que sera, sera, he supposed. The worst thing that could happen was that he could die—and that was a possibility on any adventure in this galaxy. He just hoped it wouldn't be at the hands of those scorpions. Tandaris wasn't very fond of bugs.