Something Wicked this way comes...

[Ki'rok 0]

Rok stood over Links shoulder peering down at the data stream from the original transfer from the ill-fated Bolian vessel. Apparently, Link had moved beyond his initial distrust-disgust phase regarding the other crewmen...well, perhaps all except Skippy..but that was another story.

 

He could tell without any empathic abilities that his earlier question about reviewing the data had irked the Arbazan...and there wasnt much that DIDNT irk an Arbazan. Rok meant no insult from the question. Instead, it was as if there was some thing not quite right with the whole situation...something gnawing at the back of his mind that he could not place. Although he could not prove anything..especially since it appeared he was wrong about the vessel returning...something just didnt add up..they were missing a major piece of the puzzle and when it revealed itself, hopefully it would not mean more of those pesky poultry-types.

 

Rok laughed to himself. He couldnt help it..it was funny...funny that he and Link were working together so well...funny that he had to be reminded he was a Vulcan lately,...funny that Space Chickens had attempted to take over the Republic. Only when he remembered the Bolian Commander did his amusement end....he sighed softly to himself..."forgive me Captain....."

 

The statement caused Link to briefly pause and look up at him but Rok simply waved it off and he returned to the data. Rok was glad to be moving, again..in any direction...he was serious about wanting to go over to the Bolian vessel with Links team and his Delta's. But with little alien birds running around who could blame the Admirals foul mood.

 

Rok chuckled at the bad pun and turned away wiping his face. When he looked up at the viewscreen it was as if a momentary wave of emotion slapped him...hard...

 

"Danger....................." The feeling vanished as quickly as it had come but Rok couldnt help wondering...if it was nerves..or some vestige of his new abilities.

 

He would not say a word about it..but he would keep his guard up. Staring at the stars, he folded his hands in front of him and without thinking..began circling his thumbs. As he did this, a Line from the Human Shakespeares "Macbeth" came to mind..."by the pricking of my thumbs, something Wicked this way comes." The only question was...when would it arrive?

Edited February 22, 2005 by Ki'rok