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Updated: June 29, 2025
His ray brought a scream from the other, who dropped his weapon from a badly seared hand to reel back, cursing. Tau waved his hands gently. The great animal heads turned obediently, until the red eyes were set on Lumbrilo. Facing them, the witch doctor straightened, spat out his hate at the medic: "I do not run to be hunted, devil man!" "I think you do, Lumbrilo.
Jellico and Steen Wilcox pored over the few notes Tau had made before he was stricken. But apparently the Medic had found nothing to indicate that Sinbad was the carrier of any disease. Meanwhile the Captain gave orders for the cat to be confined. A difficult task since Sinbad crouched close to the door of the storage cabin and was ready to dart out when food was taken in for him.
Code Four, Article two: Any organic substance offered for trade must be examined by a committee of trained medical experts, an equal representation of Terrans and aliens. Kallee's sneering smile did not vanish. "Well," he challenged, "where's your board of experts?" "Tau!" Van Rycke called to the Medic with the storm priests.
The Medic reached for the emergency kit on the shelf behind him. "You able to make it?" "Yes," Dane was exultant. It was going to work! He could toll the Medic away from the village. Once out among the rocks on the shoreline he could pull the blaster and herd the man to the flitter. His luck was going to hold after all!
He didn't have much faith in the Sinbad lead, but in this case everything must be checked out. When the Medic did not appear during the rest of the ship's day Dane was not greatly concerned. But he was alerted to trouble when Ali came in with an inquiry and a complaint. "Seen anything of Craig?" "He's in the lab," Dane answered. "He didn't answer my knock," Ali protested.
The Ranger was willing to bet cloudcats' antiseptics would have smelled the same, if they'd had any. The cleanliness was as characteristic as the odor, and when a Traiti in pale blue came up to Tarlac and took his arm, he didn't resist. The bleeding still hadn't stopped completely, and the medic turned to Hovan with what sounded, to the Ranger's limited experience, like an angry question.
"I suppose I'll have to record you as a member of the crew," he said, as the camera began to hum. After the medic had gone, Alan tried to freshen up at the washstand, having suddenly recalled that a dance was on tap for this evening.
The medic said patiently, "Remember, the R-rays killed all the microorganisms in your body, including the good ones the antibodies that protect you against disease, and the small yeasts and bacteria that live in your intestines and help in the digestion of your food. So we have to replace those you need to stay healthy. See?"
She raised her head, to see a big man with red hair and a red face, in Space Force green, with the single star of a major on his shoulder, sitting down. Ivan Fitzgerald, the medic. He was lifting weights from a book similar to the one the girl ordnance officer was restoring. "Haven't had time, lately," he was saying, in reply to Sachiko's question.
Instead he gestured to the suit Ali had lashed beneath the seat in the flitter. "Get into that and be quick about it!" The Medic rubbed his hand across his jaw. "I think that you might just be desperate enough to use that thing you're brandishing about so melodramatically if I don't," he remarked in a calmly conversational tone. "I won't kill. But a blaster burn " "Can be pretty painful.
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