The Captain and the first mate, dressed in magnificent chrome armor passed the doctor as if he were a part of the ship’s structure.
The meaker of the doctor’s siamese Heads asked," Where are we headed?"
The first mate who had been walking silently behind the captain, stopped, snapped to the position of attention and executed an about face before answering, “New China.”
She held up one of her arms and pointed to a palladin being led into the Fusaichi’s hold, “After you disarm, and inoculate them.”
The doctor’s faces were flush with blood at the site of the ornately decorated paladin.
“I would rather be executed right now than lift one finger to help.” The doctor’s words floated past the drawn blade of the first officer’s sword on her way to his throats.
“MAHTAY”
The Captains words froze space itself.
Not even an atom could have fit between the blade and the doctor’s necks.
“Disarm the Kashkin’s men doctor, do i make myself clear?”
Scared to speak so close to the samurai’s blade, they managed,
“Crystal.”