"Furballs and Greenskins"

[Guest TParek]

"Furballs and Greenskins"

Lt. T'Parek

May 09, 2156

 

T'Parek's attentions rotated from the scene between their first officer and the Orion male to the small ball of fur in Vank's hand. Curious creature. Small, making a rather curious chirping sound that resembled the furring of a cat. What a shame she was immune to the effects...

 

As for Rex, he seemed to have matters well in hand. He had the Orion in the palm of his hand metaphorically, and the other way around literally speaking. Not bad, must have been the ambassador in him.

 

The last time she'd seen a place such as this was, well, the last time she'd encountered the Greenies. Orions were acquiring something of a reputation in her book, it was true. Far be it from the Vulcan making racial slurs, but the vast majority of Orions she'd encountered were the scheming slave and slavers of the galaxy.

 

Perhaps something would come along soon to change her mind; perhaps not. In any rate, she'd be off the outpost for a time, at least. And as a general rule of thumb, fewer people disappeared from starships into the clutches of slavery than in murky establishments such as this...