The Amethyst away-crew was left alone with only one security officer to show them to the brig. Before they got under-way Locke turned and bent down towards Tarn.
“What happened with the science officer?” she tried.
“Phase sick…”
“Sickness, yes,” Locked cut him off, “why. What causes it.”
“Tarn does not know.” the Grenna creature genuinely looked sad, “Bael know!”
“Who is that?”
“Bael is the doctor to Grenna, like Jim Morris to humans,”
Jim’s ears peaked, “Well I would certainly like to ask some questions of him,”
“Yes yes, he will tell. He will help Jim Morris,”
Locke offered the Doc a wry smile, standing “Looks like you’ve made a friend. Surprise, surprise,”
“Personally,” Karapanov elbowed Morris, “I see a family resemblance,”
“Nice!” Morris sniffed.
Locked ordered the security man, “Take us to the brig.”
“Yes ma’am!”
A short trip in a deck-lift and a jaunt along narrow corridors, the doors to the brig were opened to reveal on constable with 3 grey creatures in a holding cell.
Tarn smiled.