The Best Robe: A Star Trek Story – Chapter 18
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Captain’s Log, Stardate (insert here): Doctor McCoy was able to stabilize Descin and remove the dagger from his shoulder. He expects the man to make a full recovery. As for…
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~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Captain’s Log, Stardate (insert here): Doctor McCoy was able to stabilize Descin and remove the dagger from his shoulder. He expects the man to make a full recovery. As for…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Todar blinked several times, trying to clear his vision. He lifted his head, his dazed expression changing to one of grim triumph. “He is no longer with us, then?” the…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Todar crested the rise just in time to see a flash of bright orange disappear behind a large boulder. He bent over and stopped to catch his breath, hands on…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Kirk sat on the edge of his bed, drinking a cup of coffee. He rubbed his eyes with one hand. The intercom on his wall chirped. He set the mug…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers Albix sat on the edge of the bed, one arm hanging out of his robe as McCoy closed his wound. “That should do it,” he drawled, handing the tissue repairer…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers A security officer ushered Descin and Albix into the dining room together, Todar following behind them. Albix wore his orange robe, Todar the burgundy tunic, and Descin a light blue…
~ by Laura Cynthia Chambers “I always said you were a glutton for punishment,” McCoy muttered as he checked the screen above the bed. “Sure I can’t talk you out of this?” Kirk sat on…
~ By Laura Cynthia Chambers Albix stood up from the bed as Grace rushed into the room. She embraced him, the folds of his long orange robe brushing her bare knees. “They told me what…
~ By Laura Cynthia Chambers McCoy awoke with a snort. Eyes popping open, he squinted and rubbed the back of his neck, sore from lying on the couch. “Computer, what fool time is it?” he…
~ By Laura Cynthia Chambers Kirk sat on the edge of the metal chair, steepling his fingers together. “Is that the best you can do, Doctor?” He cast a fleeting glance at the two small…
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