This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Time dragged on, and twice the First Officer was about to call to the Marine detachment, but refrained. He would hate to come across as a busybody who tried to mind someone else's business. Nevertheless, he fretted until he heard the Marine's voice on his communicator. "We are on the way out with prisoners."
The prisoners turned out to be a Chef and his assistant. From appearances, a very much-relieved Chef and his assistant. The Marine Lieutenant said the two claimed they had been captured during a raid on the luxury yacht where they were employed - one as a Chef and the other as his assistant.
Even though they were wearing emergency suits, it was still obvious the prisoners had been beaten at some point. The Lieutenant motioned to the two. "The beating was not from us. I believe their story, and so does my Liedoc," he said as he tapped the shoulder of his suit, forgetting that the Liedoc was attached to his fatigues beneath the combat armor he wore, and therefore, was not visible to the people he was talking to.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. Excellent job. I will see that they get to Sick Bay."
The First Officer detailed two of his crew to escort the two injured men to the ship's medical facility where they would have their injuries seen to. The Marine Lieutenant insisted on escorting the Captain, First Officer, Science Officer and Helm through the airlock that was sealed into the rock of the tunnel. Once through the lock, the Lieutenant commented, "The air is good," as he casually retracted his face shield, and the others followed suit. On down the seemingly natural tunnel a hundred meters or so, it suddenly opened into a large amphitheater-like area with a ceiling a good twenty meters or more in height...
Have a goodun;
Roust