Star Trek Voyager #2: The Escape by Dean Wesley Smith

Author:Dean Wesley Smith [Smith, Dean Wesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780671520960
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Publisher: Pocket Books/Star Trek
Published: 1995-05-01T00:00:00+00:00

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DRICKEL SLOWLY OPENED HIS EYES, TRYING TO FOCUS ON the light overhead.

His, head throbbed and the light in his eyes added little needles into that pain, "Awake? Good." The voice was male and crisp. The word "good" almost sounded like a command.

A blurry face appeared over Drickel and he fought to focus on it without success. The face moved away and Drickel tried to follow it, but the pain made him moan and close his eyes.

"Captain," the voice said. "Your formerly invisibler man is now awake. His pain should be clearing enough in the next few minutes for you to talk to him." "Thank you, Doctor. I'm on my way." Drickel noticed that the man Captain had called Doctor was right about the pain. It was fading.

He moved his head back and forth. The throbbing was subsiding into a dull ache, a little less pain than just a few moments before.

"If you remain still for two more minutes, I think you'll find life much more pleasant." "All right." Drickel croaked the words. His mouth was dry and full of grit. He closed his eyes and lay still as the voice had commanded him. He seemed to be on the PlanetHoppers' ship. That idea somewhat frightened him. He couldn't imagine being that far above the planet's surface, let alone being out in space. From everything he'd heard about space it was a very dangerous place. The PlanetHoppers were insane beings even to travel there.

At least they had a medical facility. The failure of the antigravity devices and the injury from the old wreck almost failing on him must have jarred loose his belt, or broken his invisibility shield so that they found him. It was obviously lucky for him that they had. Even if his injuries hadn't been serious, he wouldn't have been able to survive in that cold and wind. Severe-weather gear only protected for so long. Something hissed-and the hiss sounded manufactured. It was followed by three sets of footsteps. He opened his eyes. The light still shone in them, but it didn't hurt this time. The pain had receded. He could even focus on the ceiling.

"How is he?" the woman's voice asked.

"He will live," the doctor said.

Drickel pushed himself up on one elbow. He was still wearing his body suit but his belt was gone. His suit was also cleaner than it had been since he reached this time.

The medical facility had an antiseptic look. It was done in dull blues and grays, apparently for PlanetHopper comfort.

Displays and monitors on the walls flashed at him. A man slept in another bunk, his snores a faint but present sound.

Drickel looked up at the four PlanetHoppers. Pointed Ears and his pale companion were staring down at him. Up close their features looked delicate. Pointed Ears had an intent look and his pale companion a slight grin. They had not a speck of dirt on them and gave off the faint scent of soap.

A man with no hair stood beside them.

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