loS - Port.

[general_chang]

[Chang is back in the comfortably (for him anyway) warm and musty and dark cell/cabin and he's back in his uniform. His expression is grave.] To be or not to be.

They were neither and both.

Some of them fell as no doubt their scientists were careless and mutilators. Vile and disgusting, cruel to be kind, researchers and doctors.

Others died in battle, glorious battle, I do not weep for them, they left nothing but shells behind. Waste. We cannot expect honour from microbes.

That planet must be quarantined.

Is this Admiral so capricious as to not leave a warning buoy behind?

Comments

[with_discipline]

Do you speak of the honor of the infected, or our colleagues?

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

They are revived and well, are they not? Their honour is none of my concern.

[with_discipline]

And do you usually honor the mindless?

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

You are an idiot, Vulcan. [And he shuts it off.]