“Thanks for meeting with me,” said Tasha. “I know you all have a fuckton of work to do, but this is really important.”
Tasha had messaged us all privately, explaining we had to meet in her room for some unspecified reason. Nearly everyone was here; those who weren’t had surgeries scheduled or were otherwise unable to get away.
For some reason, I felt like I was in trouble, like she was going to call me out for fraternizing with a Daqtarian. But that was just my anxiety talking. There was no way this meeting was about me. There was a tension hanging in the air, especially because Tasha had asked to meet us in her room and not in the common area outside.
“So… Our position here on Daqtar has become a little more precarious,” she said.
A couple of people took sharp breaths. My heart starte
