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Amethyst Frontiers: Return Trip pt1

The shaking was due to the pain. Dr. Jim Morris was first to awaken. His head spun about, evoking a groan.
“It will pass,” came a squeak of a voice.
“Tarn?” it came out as a hoarse whisper.
“Phase sickness. Human physiology not equipped for phase anamoly,” said the grey creature.
“The others?”
“Alive, Morris,” Karapanov sat up.
“Slowly!” The Doc warn with an outstretched hand; too late it would seem.
“Oh, jeezuz!” the russian fell back holding his head.
“I know what you mean,” Morris’ eyes crossed as he forced himself to stand.
Looking down at Trianna Locke, he was brought back to the night they’d met. An Alliance function to honor.. who cares who. He looked into her dark eyes and was immediately intrigued. A captain of her own ship at so young an age. The pit in his stomach kicked him in the ribs. Back to reality!
“Captain?” he shook her, “Rise and shine, Locke, no more sleeping on the job!”
She groaned, “What happened. Where are we?”
“Back at the Karama,” Tarn reported.
“Why?”

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