Captain Myron entered a room off the command bridge. He waited a few moments before rounding a large marble surfaced desk. He sat down but did not offer Juniper a seat. She stood there before him waiting for some kind of explanation for why he wanted her there in the first place. As she waited she observed that Myron was looking at a monitor imbedded in the desktop. His desk was simply designed but a very sturdy piece of wood furniture with marble top, a rarity for a space vehicle. Juniper noted that his desk was bolted to the floor. “Why do that?” She inquired.
Myron asked back, “Why do what?”
“Bolt the desk to the floor? Doesn’t the gravity generators function all the time?” Juniper stated, then she wanted to take back what she had just said.
His gaze, when he briefly glanced up at her, told her that he did not want to address that, but he did say, “The time expense I went through to acquire this piece of furniture, makes me want to keep it nice in case those said generator cease to function.” He paused looking up from his monitor.
“Take your clothes off,” Myron ordered. “I want to see if you have any marks or tattoos that might tell us who you are or where you might belong.”
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