Connor McCloud hurriedly ran around his quarters trying to gather up all that belonged to him, which wasn’t much. It was then that the Elder entered.
“What are you doing?” the Elder asked.
“You said yourself that my injuries have healed.” said McCloud. “I see no reason for me to stay.”
“But you cannot just go.” said the Elder. “How will you leave this world? We have no ships.”
“But you have communication devices. There are bound to be vessels in this system.”
“Did not your own Federation deem this system off-limits?”
“To Federation ships maybe, but there are other spaceships out there.”
McCloud finished packing his things into the small bag. He then threw the bag over his shoulder and left the room. He march down the corridor and soon came to the room he was looking for, the communications room. The Elder was not far behind him.
“I beg of you Captain, please remain here. If others were to come here than untold misery would be brought upon our race.”
“Look, I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me, but I can’t stay here for the rest of my life, which could be a few thousand years. With Capria dead there’s nothing more for me here. I must go.”
McCloud sat down and the table and switch on the communicator. He did not notice the Elder looking very grim.
“To anyone within the sound of my voice. This is Captain Connor McCloud on Epsilon-Beta One. I am seeking transport off this planet.”
“What are you doing?” the Elder asked.
“You said yourself that my injuries have healed.” said McCloud. “I see no reason for me to stay.”
“But you cannot just go.” said the Elder. “How will you leave this world? We have no ships.”
“But you have communication devices. There are bound to be vessels in this system.”
“Did not your own Federation deem this system off-limits?”
“To Federation ships maybe, but there are other spaceships out there.”
McCloud finished packing his things into the small bag. He then threw the bag over his shoulder and left the room. He march down the corridor and soon came to the room he was looking for, the communications room. The Elder was not far behind him.
“I beg of you Captain, please remain here. If others were to come here than untold misery would be brought upon our race.”
“Look, I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me, but I can’t stay here for the rest of my life, which could be a few thousand years. With Capria dead there’s nothing more for me here. I must go.”
McCloud sat down and the table and switch on the communicator. He did not notice the Elder looking very grim.
“To anyone within the sound of my voice. This is Captain Connor McCloud on Epsilon-Beta One. I am seeking transport off this planet.”













