“He wants what?” Fin exploded as the message from Beauty finished playing. Jaw dropping to his feet, he looked around the rest of the crew assembled on the command deck of the Sprite. “Did he miss the fact that is a f*****g Serotovian? That thing will rip him apart! Like blood and guts and everything. He’ll be f*****g dead. Not even Tal’ll be able to bring him back.”
what?” SerotoviandeadT’Raal gripped the edges of the command console behind his chair and wondered if he could slap the dramatics out of the tall Navarr. He suspected it had something to do with Fin’s upbringing in the Navarrian courts, but draanth…
draanthRed beat him to it, reaching over to slap Fin upside the head. “Shut up and let the man think,” she ordered sharply.
“Hey! That hurt!” Fin scowled at her, rubbing the sid
