(Rolling on the deck laughing his ass off at Mandy's madcappery,) The Terran checked on the last of the Lingerie Models, who was as fine as the rest of them -- her skin had been badly stretched by the 15 milliseconds of vacuum exposue that had threatened to snuff the whole population of the unworthy Trid's caravan, but the transport beam, manned at top speend by Lieutenant Mbo, had managed to frame them and carry them over before serious systeic danage had occurred. Course they all looked a little funny with their skins stretched out like that, and it would never reform completely. Maybe they could get jobs clerking for the Lomaxion center....he made a mental note to check with his father if he ever made landfall on Tern again.

He looked fondly at the madcap Mandolian maiden who was making Trid hold the chamber pot upside down while she beat Mandolian tatoos on it in fast sharp sixteenth notes, while yowling a song from the indigenous natives who had dwelt in the highlands in the dark central regions of her long-lost planet. He smiled at her and made his way to the bridge.

"Officer Ovakine, you are fortunate indeed to have missed complete catastrophe by a few seconds. Your men are to be commended on the speed with which they deployed the transport beam to rescue those nutty models and that wretched Trid. He's no danger now, but if I were you I would keep an eye on him if he ever recoveres his powers.

I would like you to request a meeting for me wityh the Captain. If Commander Barky is not available, Commander Caitrin will do. We must not continue on our previous course. I think the reasons are obvious. I cannot imagine why we were even on it -- there has been no activity of any note in the Crab Bottom region, nothing to draw any attention or reward anyone for penetrating it....just nothing!!! Why are we even risking as much as we already have?"