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You have undertaken a biochemical and medical survey for which you had neither the proper equipment nor the training qualifications, and you exposed your ship and your crewmates to an incredible risk in landing on such a planet. You are responsible for untold possibly fatal damage to over two hundred individuals of the race that called on you for help.
"We couldn't possibly buy these things, it would take our salaries for twenty years to pay for them." "Have we mentioned price even once?" the commander protested. "You are the crewmates of one of our own people! We would not dream of setting prices that we would normally set for such trifles as these. And as for terms, you have no worry. Take the goods aboard your ship, they are already yours.
"And for you," the commander continued, turning to Dal so smoothly that there seemed no break in his voice at all, "as one of our own people, and an honored son of Jai Timgar, who has been kind to the house of SinSin for many years, I have something out of the ordinary. I'm sure your crewmates would not object to a special gift at my personal expense."
But he would mention it to Tau no use overlooking anything no matter how wild. It was the sequence of victims which puzzled them all. As far as Tau had been able to discover Mura and Kosti had nothing much in common except that they were crewmates on the same spacer.
He lifted Fuzzy down and slipped him gently into his jacket pocket. "These charges against me are not true," he said. The Black Doctor shrugged. "Your own crewmates support them with their statements." "That's not the point. They're not true, and you know it as well as I do. You've deliberately rigged them up to build a case against me."
He snapped on a spool of light music and stretched back, completely exhausted. I don't ever want to see or taste a dinosaur steak again, he thought. Not ever. He watched the figures of his crewmates dashing through the ship, each going about some last-minute job that had to be handled before the ship touched down.
Your final acceptance as a Star Surgeon will depend entirely upon your conduct as a member of the patrol ship's crew." He smiled at Dal, and set the paper down. "The council wishes you well. Do you have any questions?" "Just one," Dal managed to say. "Who will my crewmates be?" "As is customary, a probationer from the Green Service of Medicine and one from the Blue Service of Diagnosis.
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