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Time frame: sometime after DMD
“Scorpius, sir, this is the third cooling rod I’ve had to install in as many arns. You need a vacation.”
“Not now nurse, I’ve got to see this wormhole developed. I will call you when I need you.”
“No sir, I must insist, at this rate I won’t be able to replace the rods fast enough, or get them made in time. There are only six left from the last run, and it will take at least eight arns to replace them with an adequate supply.”
Scorpy glared at his nurse. He didn’t know that he was that close to the edge. And, he had to admit, the human, John Crichton, was taking a toll on his health. He couldn’t figure him out. Any Peace Keeper would have given up long ago. Even the transmissions he received from the chip were often quite frustrating. “Perhaps you are right. There is really nothing that will need my immediate attention for the next weeken, so I may as well go on a holiday. Pack your bags, your coming with me. We will leave on the next solar cycle. The rods will be ready by then?”
“Yes sir. Let me give you a sedative now, so we don’t jeopardize your condition.”
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“Scorpius, how nice to see you!” Natira had healed completely from the attack on the depository.
“I know you are lying. But, it doesn’t matter you are going on vacation with me. Your treat. “
“Oh, let me get my things. I’ll be a microt. Where are we going?”
“I’ve got that all taken care of, Natira, you don’t need to bring anything. It will be a surprise.”
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“Yes sir, what can I do for you sir?” The hotel manager asked.
“I believe we have a reservation for your commando suite.”
“What is your name?”
“Scorpius”
“First name?”
“How many Scorpius’ do you have?”
“Hmm, let me see. Aaah, none.”
“What? I made that reservation a solar cycle ago! You must be mistaken.” Scorpius’ breath was getting hot.
“Scorpy, relax, let little old Natira handle this. Just sit down over there. I’ll get it straightened out.” Natira turned to the manager and looked at him, her tentacles dancing around her head. “Oh, would you look at that, I see the great grand high commission suite just became available. Now you’ll give it to us at the commando suite price, yes? Oooh, what beautiful green eyes you have, I love green eyes. They’re my favorites. They taste just like Hynerian gonads.”
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Scorpius and Natira immediately began recreating, ignoring the nurse as she entered in their wake. “This is going to be a long weeken.” The nurse thought.
