Trapped in the Storeroom

[Nemesis 0]

PERSONAL LOG

Ensign Nemesis

ASCI U.S.S Arcadia

Star Date 0310.18

 

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Nemesis opening his eyes looked around the dirty store room filled with barrels and sacks of equipment and food. A pungent odour of uncared for bodies and rotting animal corpses on top of other things this of course be strengthened by Nemesis’ powerful senses making him almost vomit but able to adapt to his surroundings he gained his composure and looked around to see his team mates still out from the powder.

 

He could hear his captures plotting on what the strange devices were bickering among themselves only who’s turn it was to see what, with the occasional “WITCH CRAFT!!!” ringing through the cave to which the obvious leader would reply with a stern “do you want the women to hear you”. His captures responses to the devices only made Nemesis mutter “primitive no tails” in the utmost of disrespect to these renegades. He did how ever have some respect for their leader who sounded like quite a visionary like a renegade on Velga who helped to develop Nem’s radical views on the Velgian society and slavery.

 

Nemesis heard all the men stop their chatter as the sound of galloping could be heard in the distance as the sound faded one of the men stood up muttering “those damn women can’t leave us alone give birth to our sons and sell them as slaves sickening I tell you just plain old sickening”. Upon hearing this Nemesis became curious of who this men were so he jumped on to the wooden support of the storeroom suspending himself by his tail he looked out the small crack in the large storeroom door seeing the men all around the caves interior with the mechanical devices the away team brought with them strewn about the floor as well as pieces from the probe and most importantly the main computer of the probe in the center of the circle of men…

 

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