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“My sensors are detecting a micro-organism just under the surface Midas” she said. Midas was
surprised; she had hardly looked at him. Doc Willard approached.
“Lucy worked at the Voodon Clinic. She has some of the most sophisticated medical sensor arrays
I’ve ever seen. I’m actually thinking of asking the Captain to assign her here permanently. Besides;
she has an amazing calming effect on the other male crew” the middle aged Untharan said.
“It appears to be a form of bacterium similar to the Venosian ‘Net worms. It seems to like the
environment of the silicon based insulation lubricants in your lower dermis Midas” she added in a
surprisingly sexy voice. Midas suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation in the region of his Balance
centre; which just so happened to be in a location corresponding to a Human’s Groin. Willard
laughed.

Leeson and a young female member of the Biology contingent Sara Brightman; had decided
to go into the ships Mess. He selected a light snack; she a large portion of something the Terrans
called “Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream”. Being synthetic it was technically a misnomer to call it Cream.
But it was a close approximation. It was then he noticed that she was heavily pregnant. She also
ordered a bowl of Hasperat Renoir. The contrast in the tastes could not have been more extreme.
The Hasperat would have been exceedingly sour and acidic. He was curious as to what kind of face
she’d pull. What she did next made him even more intrigued. She put both foods into another larger
bowl and asked the bemused Fenian Chef to blend the two together and serve her half of the result
and put the rest in a refrigerated container “For later; should I get the urge for a Midnight Snack”
she’d said to him. The Fenian obliged, and handed a bowl and a container back to the young mother-
to-be. Being of Untharan descent, the practices of pregnancy among other races had always
fascinated him as a young whelp. The young woman sat down at a nearby table with a large
dessertspoon and proceeded to devour spoonful’s of the gloop with a distinct look of pleasure on
her face. He later recounted the incident to Byron Franks; a Terran member of the Engineering party.
“Aye; Women get some strange cravings during pregnancy. My wife craved Sausage; honey and
Lard!” he announced “I had to synthesise the Lard from scratch; we were on Mudrag at the time” he
revealed further. Mudrag was a military Orbital Coms platform in the Vakros sector.
“I bet that caused some odd looks” Leeson said in response
“Not really, the chemical structure is similar to Barrel grease for the old Geo-Nav Blaster ports. I got
ribbed more when she was rushed into Med Bay to give birth eating a pot of the black gunk” He
laughed back. Leeson got the strange image of a Human female dressed in a medical gown being
trolled into an operating theatre with black grease all over her face and greedily clutching a pot close
to her chest. Humans! Strange bunch he thought.

More of these mundane events would follow on the flight to rendezvous point one. After
exchanging the new flight details and plans to the Bridge and Flight crews of the other vessels in the
fleet; Dagnor ordered the Endeavour to power up the new Fold Field drives and engage them. The
space ahead of the sleek vessel began to shimmer and warp. When the actual surge forward
happened it was one of the most unpleasant sensations he could have imagined. A brief period of
disorientation, a visual sense of everything around him stretching and squashing in some very weird
directions then; like an elastic band snapping in slow motion, a shuddering and the sense of
incredibly fast thrust, like being shoved hard from behind while having your nose pushed into and
through your head.
“I thought the dampening fields were supposed to diminish this effect; have they been switched
on?” he asked T’luha
“There’s a slight delay before they cut in. I’m still…” she struggled to reply then the whole universe
seemed to wink out then back on and the ship appeared to be back to normal Warp flight “… Ah;
that’s better”. She said when she’d regained her senses. Midas had remained unmoving during the
process. Dagnor was still feeling a touch nauseous but managed to order “All Systems report” before
dashing to the toilet facilities to throw up his lunch. He was not the only one. Doc Manson was
fielding calls from all over the ship for nausea medications.