Chapter Text
The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 2 : Astral Traveller
Scene 2: Nor
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Nor
Pel woke in a panic. This wasn’t his bed in his small guest quarters aboard the U.S.S. Mako. This bed was in the far from private medical center aboard the U.S.S. Beagle. He disciplined himself not to touch his ears - the instinct was so strong that his arms ached and he was afraid the sudden movement would give his fear away. Miraculously, he could hear that someone had attended to this issue. He desperately wanted to check the application, but that would have to wait.
At this moment, the minuscule ferengi was the center of attention - exactly the last thing he ever wanted to be.
Captain Rhonda Carter of the U.S.S. Escort was still recuperating from radiation poisoning, as was General Krank. The radiation of a phaser set to kill had affected each of them differently. Krank had picked up a nervous twitch. Carter had lost her long, brown hair, which was now replaced with a thin brush of iron gray. Both looked emaciated, as they could not keep much food down at any time.
Captain Skip Howard and the disturbingly beautiful vulcan, Senek, were seated next to each other on another bed, watching a few of Dr. Uto’s medical staff worrying over Pel and Carter.
Pel waived off the doctors impatiently and sat up.
“Well, you’re awake,” said Skip Howard with his irrepressible smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Why am I here?” Pel asked.
“Your vital signs dropped to near death levels during the night, causing the Mako’s internal security system to register a medical alert,” answered one of the betazoid doctors. Pel read the name on the surgical tunic - Mistroya Utru.
“You’re not the only one,” Captain Howard added. “Captain Carter was affected, as was her chief engineer on the Escort, Lieutenant Kresid. One person on each ship. Was something trying to communicate with you?”
Now that he was sitting up, Pel could see a roylan - much smaller than himself - propped up on a bed behind General Krank. Pel took the opportunity to casually stroke his own ears, checking the seams. Perfection. Skip Howard winked at him.
“Yes,” said Pel. “I could only make out one word: ‘Nor.’ I don’t know what it means.”
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