Traveller Shuttle
“Of course,” Skade said, giving Saba one last pat on the shoulder before walking over to her unconscious sister. Part of me would love to snap her neck, she thought, kneeling on the floor and going through Isao’s stuff, but then we’d lose any intel we could get from her. Now, what’s a sling kit?
“They’re moving away because of the explosion,” the Neko said, pulling the hypospray out of the kit, “We’re broadcasting now, but I guess for official sake, Heartbreaker, this is the Away Team. We’re on Trendsetter Three-Nine’s ship, need medical assistance, and have little life support, over.”
Having found the arm sling, the technician turned to give the equipment to the medic, but let it fall to the deck when she saw the I’ee’s blade. “No,” she said, lunging forward and plucking the wasp off the ground, “She’s got information we need. You can slit her throat for all I care after that.” You’ll have to fight the Captain for it, she thought, holding the alien at her eye level as she walked back to where she had put the injured pilot, but that’s not really my problem. The question of whether she understands me or not is though.