“Phase sickness,” growled Julius Vargus, “there ya have it, Locke. The answers to everything gone wrong around here!”
Locke was not going to be intimidated by this man, legend or no.
“Has it occured to you that the Grenna are the answer to your problems here. The Alliance has had dealings with the Grenna; tho’ this is the first one i’ve ever seen. They’re scientists,”
“They’re devils, Captain,” Vargus argued, “Everything they touch goes to shit! My engineers pour over schematics this one has drawn up, all for nothing.”
“His name is Tarn,” Morris came forward.
“Jim, please!” Locke was getting tired of the bickering. Men were very good at puffing out their chests, but terrible at using common-sense!
Trianna Locke lowered her voice, “Let me talk to them. What can it hurt? The Alliance reports them a great people of science. If their science has gotten us into this, maybe their science can get us out.”
Vargus struggled with himself.
“Fine! You deal with them. I have more important thing to attend to,”