Sat Jun 03, 2006 3:54 pm by [WP]Icefox
The clicking of the door to the room, where he had decided to take a nap after being urged to do so by the ship’s doctor Greenstreet, suddenly brought him back into reality.
The first thing he noticed was a woman standing close to the door. It occurred to him that the ship apparently had gravity again. Now he also heard the quiet humming in the background.
“Lieutenant Berkley and his men made it?” was the first question he asked while trying to unfasten the belts, which had kept him in the bed before in the zero g environment.
“Yes they made it. Currently the technicians are working on the drive if I got it right.”
Her tone and statement did not include any reproach, but he still felt very bad about having slept here for at least an hour while everyone else was working. That he had tried to help and even went to the quarters where the doctors were working under very hard conditions was not really making him feel any better either.
Greenstreet had not accepted any help. The medical officer had looked at him and insisted after a short question about Bergander’s intentions that he should go and rest because of the blood he had lost and the exhaustion and pain sheer everyone felt.
It was pain, which still resulted from the jump. The way here had almost torn the Bretonian cruiser Belfast entirely apart. As far as he had understood Greenstreet back then, it had probably also killed more than thirty crewmembers in different ways. He could consider himself lucky.
He was not used to gravity anymore. Setting his feet on the floor included a wave of pain washing over him. The left thigh where the bullet had hit him was the main origin, but not the only. He felt nausea and the urgent need to vomit although he had not eaten anything for days or even weeks during which the people on the station and later the Bretonians had fed his body with infusions. Greenstreet had said after his first wakeup that the change to normal food had to be made slowly to make it possible for his body get used to it again.
Fighting his own weakness he managed to get up with the help of the bed. Zero g definitely had a lot of advantages if one was suffering from a leg injury and a loss of blood. The bandage on his shoulder was a new one. Apparently one of the two meds had been here. Again Bergander felt awful. There were people dying because things had crashed down on them and other things like that and Greenstreet or his assistant had come to change an unimportant bandage of an old gun wound. They had done so, because Bergander was for them something close to the commanding officer. Although he saw it entirely different. That certainly was the origin of an even bigger misery.
When he had dressed in the fresh Bretonian uniform, which he had found on the chair in the room and reached the door the woman was already gone. There was probably still enough to do for everyone. Ignoring the general weakness of his body and the unsteadiness of his legs he tried to figure out whether he was needed on the bridge or whether he should see Greenstreet first.
Herfeld might have given the instruction to wake Bergander up so that he could relief him, but nothing in the woman’s behaviour indicated that it was urgent. Greenstreet was probably not too far away, so there definitely was the time to come and see him.
To his surprise the rooms, which had been used as provisional hospital were deserted. All but the woman were gone. She was tidying up, throwing bloody bandages and other garbage into a large black plastic bag, which already seemed to be almost full. The crewmember seemed to be very exhausted, but she carried on.
Not really sure how to address her he just said: “You do not have to do this right now. There might be more important things to do.”
“Not really. Not anymore. Lieutenant Commander Greenstreet ordered to let you sleep and instructed me to wake you up when he left.”
“Pardon? How… how long did I sleep?”
“He guessed that you might ask this question. You have spent half a day in bed. Your colleague agreed with him that there was no reason to wake you up.” Making a gesture to the floor, she added: “They also agreed to move the injured to the hangardeck. The med bay was too small and so were these rooms. With only two doctors there was no other possibility than assembling all injured people at one place. The only place big enough was the hangardeck.” The slight irony in her voice did not really cover the sadness below it. Not really daring to ask, Bergander still had to know. “How many are injured?”
“Apart from everyone you mean? I do not know the exact number, but I heard that the Lieutenant Commander said something about sixty people who need permanent medical attention or are unable to work. He also said that about twenty of them might not make it. Perhaps more, because the conditions on the hangardeck are really awful.”
“God! What about the rest of the crew?” Bergander shuddered.
“I think we are about twenty people, who are running the ship. The rest has been taken to the upper deck.”
Knowing what this referred to Bergander closed his eyes. Probably more than sixty people had died, those who had died in the freighters before not even included. If Greenstreet’s words were really true, there would be less than one third of the ship’s crew left in the end. The dead had been taken to the upper deck, where the vacuum was. “What about the damage control team on the upper deck?” he wanted to know quietly.
She looked at the floor. “They got one out alive. You should go and see Lieutenant Berkley if you have the time to spare. It might help him. The doctor gave him an injection, because otherwise he would never have gone to his quarter. He shared the cabin with Lieutenant Fitzgerald and two others, but right now he should be alone.” Picking up an empty syringe with her trembling hand, she held it for a second, now looking straight at him. “Lieutenant Commander Greenstreet also wants to see you later on. He was with Fitzgerald before the Lieutenant died.”
Bergander put a hand to his forehead. He did not wonder about the sweat on it. His skin felt hot, the sweat cold. Apparently he was getting fever. ‘Lieutenant Commander Greenstreet also wants to see you later on. He was with Fitzgerald before the Lieutenant died.’ Her last words echoed in his thoughts. The Belfast’s last commanding deck officer was dead. Officially Lieutenant Commander Greenstreet now commanded the Belfast.
Not even thinking about Herfeld, who was probably already battling fatigue on the bridge and also not about Greenstreet being willing talk to him, he demanded: “Could you please show me the way to Lieutenant Berkley’s quarter?”
Without answering, she let go of the black bag and lead the way. Her entire
behaviour and the way she looked expressed not only Bergander’s, but probably also the entire crew’s misery. Probably she was having freetime, but she had come here to tidy up to do at least something. A bit of normality in an abnormal situation. More than half of the Belfast’s crew was already dead and everyone was confronted with the horror of it. Everyone probably lost someone he knew and liked. Additionally they were in the middle of nowhere and a war had broken out. The latter the crew might already have sensed, but probably not completely understood. War had come again over the colonies. Liberty had also broken the cloaking ban treaty. Dan Shelby and the others were probably not the last ones to die. If they ever got back again or first of all found out where they really were. What had really happened. It was something the crew had probably not yet thought about, but the officers knew. One of them might have told Alexander Greenstreet about it as well.
Stopping in front of the door she pointed at, Bergander hesitated for a short moment and knocked then. When no answer came, the Rhinelander just opened and entered the quarter, which lay in complete darkness. Switching on the light, Bergander noticed with surprise the gun in Berkley’s hand. The Bretonian was sitting on one of the beds, although he was supposed to sleep after the injection.
The room was a mess. So far no one had tidied up here. A blood-sprayed bed quilt-cover, cushion and blanket were lying on top of the bed as well. They came from the bunk above Berkley’s. Only the mattress was left on it. It was also sprinkled with brown. The other two beds were perfectly made. It looked somewhat strange in the untidy room that Bergander wondered about it for a short moment.
He directed his looks to the wall and the floor giving Berkley the opportunity to wipe the tears away from his cheeks without being embarrassed.
“I was told that I would find you here.” Bergander stated just to say something.
“And I would be glad if you could go again.”
Ignoring the gun in the Bretonian’s hand he made two steps towards the bed until the hand suddenly rose, the gun pointing at him. “Stop! Do not come any closer! I do not wish to hurt you!”
Like ordered Bergander stopped. “I know that you don’t want to hurt me. Just yourself. But do you really think that this is a solution?”
“You do not understand! I failed! I failed them all!” The hand was almost unable to keep the gun directed at Bergander, so the Bretonian put it up again until it touched his head.
“You did not fail anyone, Lieutenant.” Bergander tried to calm him, although he was shocked and not really sure how he could prevent the engineer from committing suicide. Berkley should not even be in possession of any gun, but probably he had gotten it from one of the ship’s magazines. Who could be able to disable the door lock, if not the chief engineer? But the how question was not important anyway. The reason for the man’s despair was more dreading and the key to prevention.
“Look at it! Even James is dead! I was told later on that he wanted to see me, but I was not there when he died!”
“You were busy with your important duty of saving the ship. No one would have understood that better than Lieutenant Fitzgerald.” It was a rough guess, but the only possible one. They had been friends. The bloody bed sheets underlining the fact that Second Officer Fitzgerald had been here when the ship jumped and the news that he had died indicated with the man’s reaction that things had reached the limit for the chief engineer.
“I was busy getting into vacuum clothing and later trying to close the large hole on the upper deck close by the bridge.” Berkley’s voice was in contrast to a short moment before now entirely matter-of-fact.
“I am sure that he would have understood that and not have been mad at you.”
“No! It was useless to try it. Time was running out for them. We tried to get the hole closed with five people so that we could pump atmosphere into it again and open the damn bulkhead! We even made it.”
“Sometimes one cannot change the way things go. You have tried your best. You could not help it that they died.” Bergander tried to calm him.
“Oh yes! I could have helped it!” The engineer’s look was somewhat painful that Bergander could hardly bear it. “I could have helped it if that goddamn patch would have done its purpose! If it had just lasted half a minute longer! Goddamn! We already had Lionel out and I was just helping Eliza Kane through the open bulkhead when the thing blew! She was our youngest cadet on her first trip and just celebrated her 19th birthday with us half two weeks ago. She was scared and so glad to get out, but she insisted that we take Lionel first because of his injury and then that goddamn thing just blew! In one second I was holding her and in the second she was gone. Gone! Just… just a bloody…” Again Berkley broke out in tears. His voice was hysterical. “I had her all over me. Do you understand?! She… she was just gone.”
“You saved at least one life.”
“Yes I did, but two of my men died for him and Eliza was dead. Eliza and two others who were also alive from her team. If I had waited just half an hour and done my work more properly they would all be alive. All of them!”
“Perhaps they did not have that half hour. Before I left the bridge Frederick and I did a diagnosis to get an overview. We assessed the available data and the upper deck’s hull was probably very fragile. It has taken torpedo hits and survived the jump into this sector. It could have given in any second. Time was running out. You had to take those risks.”
“If I had not taken it two of my men would still be alive.”
“And Lieutenant Dunningham would be dead.” Bergander repeated once more.
“So we lost one more life by trying to rescue him. If we had left the team where they were and tried it harder two people would be living instead of him and that is just my fault!” Berkley’s grip on the gun hardened.
It was obvious to Bergander that the Bretonian was not only serious about it, but also merely seconds away from really doing it. He had one last chance and again tried to reach Berkley, but he had to stop when the Bretonian pressed the gun closer to his head.
Bergander had to rely on his voice and his words. “Would you tell Dunningham about that as well? That it was a fault to save his life? Who are you that you try to count lives up against each other? It was an accident, Lieutenant. Believe me that I have made decisions like this one as well and it is never easy. You tried your best, but the odds were against you. Your men also knew about the risks, but they still tried. Without risks life is not the same. If you had not tried it that is what would haunt you till the end of your life.”
“And now it is my own failure. Not much of a difference, right? But luckily the end of my life is very close. You have chosen your words well.”
“It makes a difference, because I do not wish to explain to Lieutenant Dunningham that you shot yourself. It will not make them become alive again. You are suffering from a shock, but we can talk about things. Everyone here has lost friends. It won’t serve any purpose if you just finish it off. You will think differently and…”
“No, I won’t. I do not see any sense in my further existence.”
“But I do, Lieutenant.” Bergander said quietly. “You are an important member of the crew and the most qualified engineer. Probably there will be many people grieving for you.”
“Lionel is a qualified technician as well. He will make it. He told us that one or two of his rips are broken and that there is something wrong with his arm, but it is nothing that could kill him. Apart from that my men are very competent as well. Don’t try to cheer me up again. It won’t work.”
“What shall your men think of you when they hear that their commanding officer killed himself? It is very selfish of you to do think about that and leave us here alone. You are the most qualified engineer, otherwise Dunningham would be chief engineer and not you.”
“Honestly I don’t care about what my men will think about me.” Making a dreadful pause, Berkley looked at him. “Honestly I also don’t care about what you think. Maybe you will know now how I felt when Eliza died while I was trying to save her. It is nothing I could ever forget. Nothing I want to live with. Whenever I close my eyes I see her face and the bloody mess on my protective clothing. I cannot live with that. I don’t want to. Call it selfish or not. I just want my peace. Eternal peace.”
The shot ringing out loudly broke the silence violently. After seconds Bergander finally realized what had happened. He understood it, but could not accept it. Horrified, he made a few steps backwards until he reached the wall close by the door. He felt responsible. If he had just not slept and if someone had noticed how bad Berkley had really taken the death of the people on the upper deck…
A hammering in his head made him lean completely against the wall. He took a series of deep breaths, feeling as if he was about to suffocate. Berkley was not the first shot man he had seen in his life, but it was the first suicide he had watched. Somehow he wanted to look at something else, but he could not. It was a feeling of having taken a look at something forbidden. Something cruel, that was beyond human understanding.
The sound of hurried steps closing in reached his ears. Someone knocked on the door. “Captain Bergander? Lieutenant Berkley?” It was Alexander Greenstreet’s voice demanding an answer. The Bretonian sounded definitely worried.
Lacking the power for anything, Bergander remained quiet. The pain in his temples increased.
“I know they are in here… I mean I brought him here and later on…” The voice of the woman, who had lead the way to Berkley’s cabin.
“Be quiet!” Greenstreet was perhaps just a medical officer, but his manner was definitely proving any assumptions Herfeld and Bergander had made false. The doctor was definitely able to give orders in a way which did not permit any opposition.
A second later the door was opened. Bergander felt it, because he was leaning close by. Turning around he covered the entrance as best as he could, made two steps forward and pulled the door shut again behind him. After that he was grateful for someone grabbing his arm helping him to sit down on the corridor.
A look into Greenstreet’s face, which had lost almost its entire colour, told him that the Bretonian had already seen what had happened. Bergander answered the unspoken question by shaking his head.
“Lieutenant Commander?” It was a tall lean man, who slowly came alone down the corridor towards them.
“Lieutenant! I ordered that you shall remain in your bed!” Obviously only Bergander noticed the slight crack in the voice.
Completely ignoring Greenstreet’s remark the man looked at the people assembled in front of the cabin. “Where is Vincent?”
When not even his superior answered, he made even more steps forward stopping in front of Bergander. Or perhaps the Rhinelander had just assumed it, because the cabin apparently was the man’s real destination.
Before he could open it, Greenstreet had pulled himself together and blocked the way. “Back into your bed I say!”
“My bed is here, Sir. Right in my cabin. I already told you about that. Vince needs me. I had to come here after I heard that you were called.”
“Sub-Lieutenant Dunningham, you are seriously wounded and not in condition to walk around on the ship!”
“I will be in bed fairly soon if you let me.” When he was studying Bergander’s ashen face, his voice lost a bit of its confidence. “Is it true that crewman Shelley heard a shot…?” Now comprehension came. “You… you mean that… no! Vince… no!” Due to his sudden unpredictable rush forward Dunningham managed to get past Greenstreet and pull the door open. The desperate gasp and the following cry of horrification made Bergander get up. Together with the medical officer he pulled the technician out of the room and slammed the door shut again.
The man was shaking uncontrollably and talking so rapidly that Bergander could hardly make out the single words. Greenstreet apparently could, but he was too shocked himself to do anything else than signalling in the direction of the terrified woman and the other crewmember accompanying him to bring Dunningham back to the hangardeck.
His words to everyone were clearly audible in the silence that followed: “No one says a single word about this! That is an order!”
Bergander said quietly when the three others were gone: “I could not do anything. He already seemed willing to do it when I arrived… I failed to convince him to hand the gun over to me.”
Greenstreet just sighed. “You stood very close to him when it happened, right?”
“Pardon?”
“There is…” The Bretonian pointed at Bergander’s uniform shirt.
Looking hurriedly away after a short glance Bergander swallowed. His throat was dry. “I will better ask someone for a new uniform. It was wise of you to order them to keep quiet about it for now. I cannot go to the hangardeck like this so I might better take care of the body as well.” He tried to sound convincing, but even to him it was not really successful. Berkley’s death had shocked him deeply.
“I should rather call two men for that, Captain.”
“If you help me we might manage it too, although I think that it won’t remain secret for long.”
“Probably even Lieutenant Dunningham’s behaviour will tell the tale. The crew is reacting quite sensitive to everything right now. The morale is already close to the bottom. There are rumours that we are not in Magellan anymore. Some people even state that we have been attacked by Nomads and abducted to their home system. The crew knows that the station was called Nomad Research Station.”
“That’s nonsense and you know it!”
Raising the eyebrows, the doctor sighed again. “I do not know anything right now. I do not believe in Nomads taking us here to play games and hunt us down in the end, but apart from that I do not have any explanations or solutions either. I am not educated for this kind of situation, Captain.”
“Please stop stressing my rank this way. I value your kind attempt to credit me with honours although I am just a foreign officer for you, but I planned to leave the forces after flying back to Rhineland.”
“I am afraid that this is not a matter of kindness, Sir.”
In this situation the little word at the end made Bergander almost jump. “No, Lieutenant Commander. No!”
“Would you please listen to my explanation?”
Sebastian Bergander did not really want to listen to anything. He knew what the Bretonian wanted to say and he refused to accept it. Despite his vigorous headshake, Greenstreet just started: “Commander Shelby told us staff officers before the fight that our military has received instructions from your government to treat you like officers of a neutral house. He also mentioned an assumption by the secret service that Rhineland would probably be on your side if war breaks out between our houses. Mister Hansen is Rhinelander and he has been abducted in our home system. The occurrences on the station in Magellan also affected both our houses. You have to know that the Commander was not honest with the crew. Or better said he was, but he left a few aspects away. He told us on the meeting that our new orders were about bringing up prove for Liberty’s hostile intentions in the Magellan system. You know what this means.”
Hearing the words against his own will, Bergander voiced his guess without hesitation: “Your house was searching for reasons to start a war.”
“Yes. Our politicians were searching for reasons. It was certainly not their intention to start a war, but to impose sanctions on Liberty and perhaps higher taxes on their products being sold in our space. The relationship between Liberty and Bretonia has become worse during the past months. It mainly concerned our trading companies and the passage through Magellan. Liberty has put an extra tax on Bretonian goods. Of course no one could foresee the recent developments, but it was predictable that our house would at least have to threaten with sanctions at some point. It was even planned to station ships at the Magellan gate if necessary. As it looks now nobody will talk about sanctions anymore. Current talks will probably be about fleet mobilisation and negotiations will be about finding possible allies. Rhineland will be on the top of this list I can assure you. How your government would react you can figure out for yourself, but for me it only means one thing: I do not consider you as guests, but as allies. Allies in this war. It is not really common that a Bretonian commanding officer lets a foreign ally command his ship, but I do not know what else I could do.”
He wanted to pull something out of his uniform pocket, but Bergander prevented him from doing so. “Lieutenant Commander, I am not the right man for this job. The thought to command your ship is alien to me.”
“Your shyness honours you, Captain. Just tell me which other choice we have got. I cannot command the Belfast and the only man who might have been able to do so shot himself in the cabin behind us. I talked to Lieutenant Fitzgerald. His lung was punctured, but he awoke once before he died and demanded to talk to me. You are his choice. He was not sure whether Berkley would be able to command the Belfast and now I know why. He wanted you to get this.” Taking the other hand, Greenstreet took out a note from his pocket and used his other hand, which was still locked in Bergander’s grip, to shuffle the paper into the Rhinelander’s hand.
Intending to give it back to him, Bergander wanted to decline, but Greenstreet did not let him speak. “Captain Bergander, please do not refuse. There is no one else left. I would never find a way back. I am not supposed to organise everything on the Belfast. I treat those who are injured and I am not bad at it. It is just really hard enough, especially now when there is such a large number of them. Give me a man with a broken bone and I will handle it, but give me three ships attacking us and you will see that there will not be any good in it. Every single one of the Sub-Lieutenants would do a better job on the emergency bridge than me. I will kill everyone if I command this ship. That also includes you, because you are stuck with us. I can only appeal to your sense of duty and your own intention to survive this.”
Seriously fearing that the Bretonian would either break out in tears as well or fall down on his knees, Bergander made up his mind and finally settled into his fate. At least one point was right. There were not many people left. Only Herfeld and him. Considering that he knew that he had the greater experience. Apart from that Frederick Herfeld might not be the best choice. The Bretonians were very sensitive concerning officers who had served under the Asgard regime. In fact they had sentenced all of them to death. It was probably better if Herfeld did not command this ship or his past might come out. The Bretonians would never really trust an ex-Asgard. There were of course various reasons and this was the second main one. About the first one Bergander was not entirely sure.
He unfolded the paper, glanced at it and carefully put it into his pocket. “You got the code as well?”
“Right here.” Greenstreet touched his forehead with two fingers. “But I do not know the Lieutenant’s code. I thought that…”
“I know what you mean, but I wish that you have it as well. You have great trust in me and I am grateful for that, but you already mentioned that this situation is very extraordinary. The ship code is useless if there is no personal authorized command code following. It just grants access to the menu. I want you to learn Lieutenant Fitzgerald’s authorisation code. I will do so first and give you the note back later today. Or do you want to know it first?”
“No, no, you can keep it for now and give it back to me later on. I will learn it and destroy the note afterwards, but honestly I do not even know where I should enter it if we really get into a situation in which it might be required.”
“Hopefully we won’t get into such a situation.”
“Right. But let me ask you: Will you keep this to yourself?”
The question made Bergander slightly smile. “Even in Rhineland we do not share authorisation codes with everyone.”
“Yes, I did not expect anything else, but Lieutenant Commander Herfeld…”
“You have entrusted me with the Second Officer’s command authorisation. It includes the means to destroy this ship if the situation requires it. The Belfast if a Bretonian vessel and you are the responsible Bretonian senior officer. I will respect your wishes in this matter. I won’t tell anyone unless you wish it.”
“Thank you, Captain.”
“Thank you for putting your trust in me, Lieutenant Commander.”
Embarrassed Greenstreet shook his head. “I should get back down to take care of Dunningham and the others. Do you really want to bring Berkley’s remains up right now?”
Suddenly reminded of the dead chief engineer Bergander looked at the closed door. “No. Probably it is really better if two crewmembers do it. They know where the protective clothing is and honestly I do not really feel like going to the upper deck right now. I have to relieve Frederick. He is waiting for me. Before that I should just go and talk to Dunningham.”
“He will come over it.”
“I am not so sure about it. Apparently they were friends.”
“They were together on the academy and imprisoned right after that when they refused to serve under the Asgard regime.”
Thinking about Herfeld Bergander replied: “I am sorry about that. I am just wondering why Lieutenant Berkley…”
“Sedatives can strongly affect logical thought. It was my fault to send him here. It was what I would have done in a normal situation. I was so busy that I did not think about it. My fault. I mean he has just been on the upper deck, where he had to watch how five people died from one second to another. Everyone would have been shocked after that. The other two men carrying Dunningham were luckily on the safer side of the closing second bulkhead. It slammed shut with the force of several tons in less than milliseconds.”
When Bergander did not answer, Greenstreet looked at his shoes.
After a deep sigh Bergander decided: “It does not help, Lieutenant Commander. Let us go down.”
“Don’t forget about your shirt, Captain. You should not…” Looking at his own uniform, which he had not changed since hours, the medical officer stopped short and shrugged. “Ah well. Guess it does not really matter. I look like a butcher myself. Not a doctor, but a butcher. They are used to the sight of blood. Most crewmembers assembled on the hangardeck might sleep anyway. Even those who do not need me that desperately. It is just that hardly anyone chooses to sleep here on the quarter deck.”
“That is not really good. Do you know by chance whether we are able to launch any ships from the hangardeck?”
“I have no idea. Technically maybe, practically definitely not right now.”
“I will think of a solution. The people, who do not need permanent medical attention, should move back into their quarters.”
“I thought of that as well, but I… did not really want to enforce it. I mean the crew just sticks together right now. So many people died and we are lost in the middle of nowhere…”
“Currently we are lost, but I am going to change that fairly soon. This system is indeed not Magellan, but we will figure out where we are and how we get away from here again.”
Looking a bit more confident again, Greenstreet steadied himself. “You are right, Captain. But honestly…” The bloodshot brown eyes in the tired face were examining Bergander. “… I would really like to see you on the hangardeck as well. May I?”
Before the Rhinelander could even answer or avoid it, the doctor had put his hand onto Bergander’s forehead. “Definitely. You got temperature. I have to insist on you…”
“Doctor, I do not have time for that. I will see Lieutenant Dunningham and go to the bridge after that.”
“I am sorry, Captain, but you will not go anywhere until I found out where the fever comes from. Probably your shoulder wound is infected. Petty Officer Verholme already told me that it could be possible, because he did not like the looks of it when he changed the bandage about seven hours ago. You will need medical attention.”
“Lieutenant Commander, I am not willing…”
“I suggest that you spend the time on being treated instead of useless protest wasting your and my time.” This time the voice almost left no room for objections. “Do not get me wrong please, but if you do not let me have this look and give you the necessary injections, you might die from it. Honestly it would be very unhealthy as well if you just carry on as you would do if the injury was not existent. I know what I m talking about. Believe me. About tomorrow someone will definitely take you to the med. Perhaps even before. Still sure that you do not wish to let me have that look?”
Turning his eyes upwards Bergander remained quiet. Naval doctors were always behaving same way no matter where they came from or what their name was. Vogt, Mies, Hill, Greenstreet. He had met quite a few of them during the last years. They all understood or had understood it perfectly to suppress any resistance. In Bergander’s eyes a doctor had even more power than an Executive Officer.
‘Probably there exists some kind of gene lab where they all come from after they got cloned.’ was one of his thoughts when he followed Alexander Greenstreet.