Pavel Chekov was seated at a table in the back of the lounge, looking quite haggard, when Scotty came in. In front of him was a huge stack of tapes. He exhaled heavily, ran a hand through his hair, and inserted one of them into the viewer.
After stopping to order a glass of scotch from the selector, Scotty went to join him. “Whot are ye up to here, lad?”
Pavel looked up with a frown. “I em going through the log tapes—or helf of them, if you believe thet—for Uhura. The executive reports hev to...
Published on June 22, 2018 17:40