Home is were you...

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Subject: Home is were you...

Date: Mon, Apr 28, 1997 8:51 PM

From: LtHerel

 

 

 

...hang your hat.

 

   Orion pirates, the captain’s brother, the Republic was gone…  It was enough to make Herel’s head spin.  But then, it was already spinning, wasn’t it?  Or was that just a headache?  It was a headache.  

   She continues to try to straighten up the cramped little infirmary, while the action has temporarily slowed down.  Erinna is here?  Herel catches just enough of her conversation with Ann to know that it is of a highly personal nature, and one she shouldn’t be overhearing.  She moves out of earshot.  She glances at Tal, who has gathered up the tricorders.  They will have to be downloaded into the…  well, into whatever data base they will be using when this makeshift cowboy operation gets settled…

somewhere.  And when they do get settled, she will make the time to look into her own charts, which have been mysteriously kept out of her reach since arriving here.  She has a good idea of why.  Only once before has she had a headache like this.  And from the concern she’d seen on her colleague’s faces, she was pretty sure they were protecting her.  No need:  She’d be fine.  Some research into the catalyst of whatever caused this probable memory outburst, a new derivative or modification to her

formulas for memory suppressant, and she’d be fine.  

   In the meantime, she’d managed to get a current crew status, and was pleased at the number of survivors.  One can lose things, material things were for the most part irrelevant, but friends…  One can not lose friends.  Friends…?  She scrunches her eyes as she blocks the thought of a small blue friend who’d best not be thought of right now.