Characters: Roland DeVries
Roland tapped the console for the umpteenth time, trying to get some response. “You know something, T’rar,” he asked over his shoulder.
More than you could imagine, thought the Narn as he finished rehanging his partner’s hammock. Testing the bracket, he smiled at his handiwork and turned to face the Human. Lowering himself to his own pallet, T’rar waited while DeVries tapped the console again.
“When something breaks on this boat,” the Human groused, giving up finally, “I never know who to call. Maintenance or Medical.” That got a chuckle out of the Narn. DeVries eyed him suspiciously. “You’re awfully please with yourself,” he said, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
T’rar eased back on his pallet, the firmness of the stone helping to relax him, a look a contentment on his face.
“Uh-huh,” Roland said, still not convinced. He went over to his hammock and gave the wall brackets a test jerk to check their strength. Knowing his partner’s sense of humor, he just knew some kind of practical joke was coming. For the next several minutes, he checked one thing after another. After that, still not wholly convinced, DeVries eased himself into the hammock. What had that sneaky little lizard done, was his last thought as he eased into sleep.
Across the small cabin, T’rar rolled over on his own pallet, smiling. In truth, he hadn’t done a thing. That was half the fun with Humans he had noticed over the years. You never had to actually do anything to them, just let them think you had. He hoped this little bit of harmless paranoia would help take Roland’s mind off things for a while.
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