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Authors: James Campbell
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English from here on out. Once everyone has been revived, furnish me a status report on the crew’s health”
“Aye sir!” The Commander turned and directed the rest of his medical team to start reviving the rest of the crew.
Oria and Borella left the sedation room and headed for the briefing room located next to the bridge. They had much to discuss, plan, and research.
Arriving in the briefing room, Oria ordered the computer to begin monitoring activities on Earth. He knew that in the near future, he would have to beam down to the surface and start the difficult task of establishing communications with Earth’s governments.
Oria and Borella were working on a source of funds for Oria's time on Earth. The few coins that Oria had kept from his father and ancestors would be difficult to convert to modern currency without attracting attention. Oria had several coins from early Europe and England that his ancestors stole during various Viking raids. They only had value as collectors' items today. Oria would have to sell them to get modern day currency. Since Oria’s coins were in excellent condition, they would most certainly attract more attention than Oria wanted. He would have to find another source of funds.
Commander Turrani interrupted Oria using the intercom. They had just completed reviving the entire crew.
“Admiral Oria, this is Commander Turrani, are you ready for the crew's medical report?”
“Go ahead Commander.”
“All crew members who survived our trip are fully awake. I'm sad to report that five of our crew did not make it.”
“Go on.”
“Five of the sedation chambers at the far end of the room were damaged. It looks like battle damage. Yet there is no other damage around them. We lost Lt. Hicolalo, Chief Sabohato, and crewmen Johison, Lukoproto, and Fulato.”
“We will certainly miss them. Hicolalo and Sabohato were working on Earth background and cultural information. They aren't replaceable.”
“Sorry sir, the rest of the crew is exhausted. I've ordered about 20 of them to remain in sickbay until they mentally recover. It seems everyone went through each of their own worst nightmares.”
“Very well Commander. Thanks for your report.” Oria hung up the intercom and turned to Borella.
“Borella. Hicolalo was supposed to continue his research on Earth and brief me on modern day Earth customs. I don't believe we have another historian.”
“No sir. I can reassign someone there, but I wouldn't count on them doing as accurate a job. I think you’re going to be largely on your own.”
“Very well. Let's get back to obtaining some currency. I would prefer not to just print money or play with Earth computer systems.”
Dispensing with the normal protocol, Borella begin to address Oria by name.
“I agree with you Oria. It looks like we may be able to extract some lost cash from the ocean.”
The ocean, Borella, what are you talking about?”
“Yes Oria, the ocean. Just off the coast of Florida near the United States, drug runners sometimes throw cash overboard to prevent the U.S. Coast Guard from intercepting them and using the cash as evidence.”
“We have to find some pretty fresh cash for that to work. I'm sure it would not last long in the salt water.”
“That's right. One of our sensors just picked up a speedboat headed out of Florida with several million dollars on it. The Coast Guard is close enough to intercept them if we tip them off.”
“Sounds like a plan. Borella, you have command of the Hercules. Go ahead and notify the Coast Guard. I will take one of the starfighters and head to intercept the ship.” Oria rose and headed for one of the fighter bays.
It felt good to be in the cockpit of a starfighter. It seemed as Oria had risen through the ranks, he spent less and less time in a starfighter's cockpit. Mostly Oria only received time flying in the combat bridge of a
“Aye sir!” The Commander turned and directed the rest of his medical team to start reviving the rest of the crew.
Oria and Borella left the sedation room and headed for the briefing room located next to the bridge. They had much to discuss, plan, and research.
Arriving in the briefing room, Oria ordered the computer to begin monitoring activities on Earth. He knew that in the near future, he would have to beam down to the surface and start the difficult task of establishing communications with Earth’s governments.
Oria and Borella were working on a source of funds for Oria's time on Earth. The few coins that Oria had kept from his father and ancestors would be difficult to convert to modern currency without attracting attention. Oria had several coins from early Europe and England that his ancestors stole during various Viking raids. They only had value as collectors' items today. Oria would have to sell them to get modern day currency. Since Oria’s coins were in excellent condition, they would most certainly attract more attention than Oria wanted. He would have to find another source of funds.
Commander Turrani interrupted Oria using the intercom. They had just completed reviving the entire crew.
“Admiral Oria, this is Commander Turrani, are you ready for the crew's medical report?”
“Go ahead Commander.”
“All crew members who survived our trip are fully awake. I'm sad to report that five of our crew did not make it.”
“Go on.”
“Five of the sedation chambers at the far end of the room were damaged. It looks like battle damage. Yet there is no other damage around them. We lost Lt. Hicolalo, Chief Sabohato, and crewmen Johison, Lukoproto, and Fulato.”
“We will certainly miss them. Hicolalo and Sabohato were working on Earth background and cultural information. They aren't replaceable.”
“Sorry sir, the rest of the crew is exhausted. I've ordered about 20 of them to remain in sickbay until they mentally recover. It seems everyone went through each of their own worst nightmares.”
“Very well Commander. Thanks for your report.” Oria hung up the intercom and turned to Borella.
“Borella. Hicolalo was supposed to continue his research on Earth and brief me on modern day Earth customs. I don't believe we have another historian.”
“No sir. I can reassign someone there, but I wouldn't count on them doing as accurate a job. I think you’re going to be largely on your own.”
“Very well. Let's get back to obtaining some currency. I would prefer not to just print money or play with Earth computer systems.”
Dispensing with the normal protocol, Borella begin to address Oria by name.
“I agree with you Oria. It looks like we may be able to extract some lost cash from the ocean.”
The ocean, Borella, what are you talking about?”
“Yes Oria, the ocean. Just off the coast of Florida near the United States, drug runners sometimes throw cash overboard to prevent the U.S. Coast Guard from intercepting them and using the cash as evidence.”
“We have to find some pretty fresh cash for that to work. I'm sure it would not last long in the salt water.”
“That's right. One of our sensors just picked up a speedboat headed out of Florida with several million dollars on it. The Coast Guard is close enough to intercept them if we tip them off.”
“Sounds like a plan. Borella, you have command of the Hercules. Go ahead and notify the Coast Guard. I will take one of the starfighters and head to intercept the ship.” Oria rose and headed for one of the fighter bays.
It felt good to be in the cockpit of a starfighter. It seemed as Oria had risen through the ranks, he spent less and less time in a starfighter's cockpit. Mostly Oria only received time flying in the combat bridge of a
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