He recognized the attack was not intentional, but a side-effect of the potent Mantoid liquor whose empties were scattered about the room. Was it possible to drink so much you died of alchol poisoning? Yes. He'd heard of such things in lesser species. He'd better get help.
"Zepar, this is Eligor," he called into his comms pin. "I think you'd better get up here."
There was a delay, then an annoyed answer.
"I'm busy," Zepar said. "Whatever it is, deal with it yourself."
The sound of a struggle and shouting filled the static in the background. It appeared the Leonids 'gift' wasn't going willingly.
"He ain't doing so good, Sir," Eligor stared at the unconscious figure. "I don't think he'll even be able to walk. Much less look presentable for your VIP's. Maybe they're going to have to take
