Maltropia wrote:
Ameriganastan wrote:
"Captain's prerogative to assume you dun it," Nathan said with a shrug and continued to listen to the rest of what she had to say, cleverly avoiding her glare. He perked his eyebrows when he heard about the distance limits. He hadn't heard it himself, but what was surprising in that? "I think Will would have if we actually got a warning," he said with a slight frown etched into his features, "It's not like him to put the ship at risk. But it is typical of Rahm Izad not to put proper warnings. That joke of space station is run by thugs, not people who actually care. I should know, we have one on board with us."
"I don't need more Nitrium, you moron, I need to get it out of me!" 'Dancer spat out overhead. The captain sighed, reaching over a console and instantly shutting her up. "That should hold her for a good five minutes," he said calmly. One problem at a time.
"Doc, do me the dubious favor of contacting anyone you know that can deal with Nitrium parasites. You find them, you have them talk to her," he pointed at Azara but looked at both the girls, "I need you to start doing damage control on and keep them from being eroded with the rest of the ship. Cut power of all affected areas and do you best to contain the spread."
He stared at the Trill, "The next station has a decent enough repair facility. Not sure what it's got but it's the best you're gonna get at short notice. Coordinate with the good doctor, find a contact and don't bankrupt us in doing so. That is to say assume we have nothing, yes, work from nothing in the coffers. I'm going to the bridge and increasing our speed and shortest route to Sharmekor."