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Date Posted: 22:41:45 08/08/01 Wed
Author: Ensign Chris Braddock
Subject: "Sorry mister...I...I don't think I'm going anywhere real soon..."
In reply to: Rana 's message, "The Manarian wizard strode toward Justin Grey with purpose..." on 20:53:42 08/04/01 Sat

Chris beamed his best smile a the straggly-haired wizard, who smelled like grim death. There was something familiar about him, but as far as Ensign Braddock knew he was a madman, a raving lunatic. He would do his best to appease him so he'd leave as soon as possible. With Justin nearby, he felt somewhat safe. His ankle still throbbed, burned even, and he was actually hoping to be sent to the station medlabs, where at least the technology was familiar.

"This is nuts. I'm lucky to be alive, let alone on another flagship. I want to do my brother's memory proud, but instead I'm letting fear rule me! Sure, it could happen to me too, what happened to Johnny--it damn near DID! I thank God every day that I made it to that escape pod, and as for Jenn and the others who weren't lucky...

All I can do is keep them in my prayers, and keep fighting. For John. For my friends. A busted ankle isn't gonna keep me from overcoming my status as a class-1 screw-up."

Chris took a deep breath, trying to bolster his confidence. The more he focused on the family and friends he'd lost since coming to Starbase Rugby, the more the same dilemna played in his head: avoid their fate or honor them. An irritating snapping of fingers left the argument unsettled as he realized the robed lunatic was still there.

"Sorry mister...you know my generation and attention deficit disorder..heh. you'd think we'd have found a cure in the last three thousand years, huh?

You may have mistaken me for someone else...maybe you knew my big bro but I doubt it. Whatever the case, I don't know you man. Sorry.

Oh, and uh, I appreciate the offer, but I don't think I'll be needing any--magic, you said?--for my leg. Medical mojo should do the trick just fine."

Chris smiled again, but the disheveled Manarian only leaned in closer. There were flecks of some kind of orange sand in his grey streaked black beard, and his breath and proximity were more than Chris could bear. He gripped the edge of his chair, and prayed he wouldn't have another one of his nervous black-outs. The man's hawklike eyes darted back and forth wildly, looking for something. Then he pulled back and Chris exhaled. Hopefully he would leave now.

He stepped back, but then it looked like he was going to speak. Chris could only guess what madness he'd be subjected to now...

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