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Spoiler: Knock Knock, Who's There?Show
The flurry of dust swept across the desolate plain, the wind howling in the Romulan’s ears, she was trying to cover herself in the wind with her scarf, but the dust was relentless.
“Nihari!”
From across the plain she heard her name called and looked back to the shelter, she knew she shouldn’t be out in this storm, but she didn’t care, she just kept on walking. The moon wasn’t the easiest to live on, but she got used to it, when you need to go to the mines, you go to the mines. It was as simple as that.
Then the noise came, the noise of a thousand engines, and a whirring in the sky, a ship was landing. A large blue light appeared in a luminescent circle, and then the ground shook as the whirring stopped. The light darkened, and in fear Nihari ran back to the shelter. The scarf fell from her face, dust spewing into her lungs she coughed and darted into the shelter, slamming the door as she ran in.
“What’s wrong Nihari?” a male Romulan approached, about the same age as her, young to be on their own, but not too young for these mines.
“There’s a large ship out there! Not a freighter, not an Imperial ship either! I don’t know what it was!” She shook and trembled, scared of what could be outside.
“I’m sure it—“
Knock, knock, knock
The thudding on the door silenced them; they stood petrified there, watching to see what would happen. The thudding continued, and then the door opened slowly to reveal a tall figure, taller than any they had ever seen. It was a Saurian, purple in color, with a large brown coat on him, and another one, female and similar in size to a Romulan, with him.
“Who are you, what are you doing here!” an angry response from the male Romulan accompanied by a sudden draw of a plasma pistol was the first thing the Saurian saw.
“I’m a doctor, and I’m here to help people on this mine, I understand there is need for some medical assistance in these parts.” He responded calmly, taking off his jacket and closing the door behind him. It was quite an unusual response of course, but not enough to warrant a murder, so the man just kept his grip on the pistol firm.
“Who are you really, and why do you want to come here? Tal Shiar spies perhaps, come to abduct us and experiment on us?”
The Saurian just simply pulled out a wooden chair and flopped down into it. “I just told you, I’m a doctor, Doctor Osiangli if you must know, and I am here to help people here. Look at me; I’m a Federation species, why would I be Tal Shiar. I don’t belong to the Federation, though, I just want to help people like those on this moon be healed.”
The man set his pistol down on the table and stared at Osiangli. “And what about her?” he gestured to the other Saurian with an impolite nod; a random Saurian had just barged into his house after all.
“She’s my assistant and my wife, now, what about you tell me your names, and let me know where I can stay for the night.”
It was now the woman who spoke. “I’m Nihari, and this is Nakath, and you can stay here if you’d like, I think its great someone’s coming to the Epsilon mines.” Nakath just stared angrily, and showed them to a small place in the carved out shelter for them to sleep.
“Here, you can rest in there. Hurt anyone here and I’ll have you head.” He closed the door on them, and the night fell, and the dust calmed, until the morning. Little did they know what this simple act would lead to.
“Nihari!”
From across the plain she heard her name called and looked back to the shelter, she knew she shouldn’t be out in this storm, but she didn’t care, she just kept on walking. The moon wasn’t the easiest to live on, but she got used to it, when you need to go to the mines, you go to the mines. It was as simple as that.
Then the noise came, the noise of a thousand engines, and a whirring in the sky, a ship was landing. A large blue light appeared in a luminescent circle, and then the ground shook as the whirring stopped. The light darkened, and in fear Nihari ran back to the shelter. The scarf fell from her face, dust spewing into her lungs she coughed and darted into the shelter, slamming the door as she ran in.
“What’s wrong Nihari?” a male Romulan approached, about the same age as her, young to be on their own, but not too young for these mines.
“There’s a large ship out there! Not a freighter, not an Imperial ship either! I don’t know what it was!” She shook and trembled, scared of what could be outside.
“I’m sure it—“
Knock, knock, knock
The thudding on the door silenced them; they stood petrified there, watching to see what would happen. The thudding continued, and then the door opened slowly to reveal a tall figure, taller than any they had ever seen. It was a Saurian, purple in color, with a large brown coat on him, and another one, female and similar in size to a Romulan, with him.
“Who are you, what are you doing here!” an angry response from the male Romulan accompanied by a sudden draw of a plasma pistol was the first thing the Saurian saw.
“I’m a doctor, and I’m here to help people on this mine, I understand there is need for some medical assistance in these parts.” He responded calmly, taking off his jacket and closing the door behind him. It was quite an unusual response of course, but not enough to warrant a murder, so the man just kept his grip on the pistol firm.
“Who are you really, and why do you want to come here? Tal Shiar spies perhaps, come to abduct us and experiment on us?”
The Saurian just simply pulled out a wooden chair and flopped down into it. “I just told you, I’m a doctor, Doctor Osiangli if you must know, and I am here to help people here. Look at me; I’m a Federation species, why would I be Tal Shiar. I don’t belong to the Federation, though, I just want to help people like those on this moon be healed.”
The man set his pistol down on the table and stared at Osiangli. “And what about her?” he gestured to the other Saurian with an impolite nod; a random Saurian had just barged into his house after all.
“She’s my assistant and my wife, now, what about you tell me your names, and let me know where I can stay for the night.”
It was now the woman who spoke. “I’m Nihari, and this is Nakath, and you can stay here if you’d like, I think its great someone’s coming to the Epsilon mines.” Nakath just stared angrily, and showed them to a small place in the carved out shelter for them to sleep.
“Here, you can rest in there. Hurt anyone here and I’ll have you head.” He closed the door on them, and the night fell, and the dust calmed, until the morning. Little did they know what this simple act would lead to.