So dead. So very, very dead.

[Salir Julio 0]

Twirling a stand of pink-purple hair, Salir Julio considered the peril he'd just put himself in, and how little thought he'd put into it before opening his mouth and suggesting to the Harper that they go...borrow...the array.

 

Glancing from the fluffy Caitian, to the batty bat, to the incorrigible Murray, he wondered to himself if any of them knew exactly what the innocent looking, pink-purple haired Ensign had just gotten them into. For that matter, he wondered if the Colonel knew what she was getting herself into.

 

It wasn't that the Cardosian Array was on some godforsaken ice world, ball of dust, or murky swamp world infested with green creatures (or even blue ones); far from it really. Cardosia Minor was, as he remembered, a gorgeous world with tropic climates, clear, emerald oceans and dazzling beaches, tucked away in a relatively quiet system, with little more than a small outpost cohabiting.

 

No, it wasn't the environ which Starfleet had chosen for the array, one of the more advanced arrays in a ten sector radius, it was the lead investigator who operated the array who was the problem.

 

Dr. Gavin Insalubus. Federation Scientist of the Year 2367, '73 and '86. Man was somewhat of a legend among those who studied subspace folds. His early research had focused on the relationship between subspace and quasars, while his current research was retooling a study he'd done on warp pollution of subspace. Admittedly, Salir found the man's research amazing. But then there was his reputation of being a manically tyrannical research leader who rarely let anyone but his own teams even into his research facility. Not to mention that whole rumor about...well...better not to cognate that thought.

 

The sound of bruxism that began to emanate from the operations console might have been troubling if any one were paying attention. It had occurred to the young Catullan that this was the first time he'd really had a chance to interact with anyone on the command level at any length, let alone suggest a course of action for the mission, and what had he done? Great gods. He'd suggested, rather earnestly, that they go asking Gavin Insalubus to loan them his array to look for a couple of raiders.

 

Harper, at the very least, would make sure that Odile kept him off the bridge. Or at the worst...he shuddered as he noticed the gorgon like features of the Colonel's hair and shuddered.

 

Career was sooooooo dead.