“But Captain—” Nezla started to protest.
“There is no appeal from that decision,” Luuj said.
Nezla looked to Bred, but he just smiled blandly, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands slightly. The captain shot him a thank–you glance.
“You two had better change into your uniforms and report back here,” Bred told them. “We’ll be taking off pretty soon.”
Sora sprang lithely out of the chair and led the way as the two delinquents left the Drawing Room to climb up to their sleeping cabins.
“Well, now we know where those two were,” Luuj said with a snort. “But there is still no sign of Dr. Curdyn.”
“Do I hear someone taking my name in vain?” rang a cheerful contralto voice from the Core, and the ship’s physician entered the Drawing Room.
Vini Curdyn was a strawberry blonde with blue
