From:		alligator1
Date:		12 July 1996 00:59
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette
Subject:		RE: Slater Planet

<Lectron, Somewhere on Slater's Planet>

	It was dark and Lectron couldn't see the hand he held right in front of his eyes.  His head hurt and his body ached.  Where was he?  He tried to remember what had happened.  Then it came to him, he had walked into the research animal portion of the lab, and then the fur ball had zapped him with something.  
	
	At least he knew who wasn't on his side.  And what about that terrian animal, what was that all about.  The virus they were tracking did look to be terrian--was this animal the cause?  Enough of the speculation--he needed to get to the ship--or at least to the away team.  
	
	He touched where his comm badge should have been--no luck there.  When he tried to stand, his head started to explode, so he just stayed on his knees and crawled around perimeter of the room.  He found a door--without any apparent way to open it.  There was a ventilation grill along one of the walls--but when he tried to pull it open it wouldn't budge.  Damn, I'm having as much success with my escape as I'm having with McRae.  The thought of  McRae made him smile, in spite of his circumstances.  Maybe she kind of liked him, and was just putting him off because she was afraid get close to someone.   His throat hurt, and he wondered if they had any good ales on Slater's Planet.  What would he give for a cold brew-- a lot.

	No use worrying about what he couldn't have.  How was he going to get out of this predicament?  He stood up, wobbling slightly, but managed to stay upright.  He walked around the perimeter one more time.  Jumping, he managed to touch the ceiling in spots and found another ventilation grill.  But without something to stand on, he couldn't do anything with it.  

	He sat back down.  Maybe a way of escape would show itself.  They would have to bring him food--wouldn't they?