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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 1578740" data-attributes="member: 98">Under the Government Building P7X – 912Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003“How about a big-a$$ can of bug spray, sir?” Reed asked weakly.  She smiled thinly, then added, “Something to drink . . .”“I don’t know . . . there isn’t any pain,” Reed said with her eyes widened in a slight panic that she seemed to be holding under control.  “I don’t know if that’s good or bad . . . I feel really weak.”Donovan took the opportunity to look Reed over.  Both he and commander noticed at the same time that her face, though it still had her drying blood on it, was mostly healed.  Looking through the tatters of her uniform, Donovan noted a similar situation all over her body – her wounds had mostly healed.  In his opinion, she had gone from death row to just observation in a matter of perhaps ten minutes.With Grayson translating, Medraut informed the others, “Weakness is to be expected – nourishment and liquids will replenish the loss quickly.  I am sufficiently recovered to work on the Tauri’s leg now.”Medraut indicated Donovan’s leg with the end of his conversation.  Medraut looked proud as Donovan inspected Reed and noted her improvement.“They will not help you in this dilemma,” Medraut replied, “They would more likely raze your planet to eliminate the risk of further infestation should they become aware of what happened.  What you need is information, which I will provide, and some equipment – of which you will need to recover.”OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart</blockquote>

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