From:		alligator1
Date:		18 July 1996 01:12
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette
Subject:		RE: Slater Planet

<Lt. j.g. Lectron, basement of Vadalican HQ>

	Lectron rolled over and groaned--trying to catch his breath.  
	
	"Mr. Lectron are you in need of immediate medical attention?"

	He looked up and saw a starfleet officer--it was Strayler--the one with death riding on his shoulder.

	Lectron sat up, nodded at Straylar, and said, "excuse me, I need a minute to gather myself."  

	Strylar seemed shocked that Lectron didn't jump into his arms--the rescuer and all that.  What Straylar didn't know was that Lectron wasn't all that sad about his captivity--it was a way (a dangerous way) of finding things out.  In fact, Lectron knew that Stralar's phaser wasn't what put the creature down--it was his own kick to the neck.  He could feel the pressure lightening on his throat even before he heard the phaser go off.  Straylar did seem a bit puffed up about the whole thing.  He wouldn't burst his bubble.  The guy obviously liked himself.

	A quick meditation routine and he would be well, but he needed to get back to the ship.  The meditation did its magic and Lectron felt well.  But--he rolled over, breathing hard, and said, "I need help, get me to sickbay."    McRae would understand--besides, he did like her--even if she didn't know she liked him--yet.