“Mr Sulu,” came Mr Checkov’s voice from what was normally Sulu’s place at the helm. “In the Shuttle bay,” came the reply, “They were stashed in one of the Shuttles sir.” “Good work ensign,” said Sulu briskly, “Get them to Sickbay.” “On the way Sir.” The ensign broke the connection. “Mr Sulu sir,” said a Security officer from somewhere in the ship, “The Ambassador was right! We’ve found the Captain and everybody, they’re alive but they’ve been drugged.” “Where were they?” Asked Sulu. Mr Sulu sat in the Captain’s chair on the bridge, the intercom on the chair’s arm beeped for attention.
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