57. Khahandahar: the other half

Lt leaves log day 174. Shaking of the last of the sedative, I crawl over to Oaks. I feel a strong pulse and she groans as I roll her sideways. "Unconscious people can be clumsy" the same voice echoed through the room, followed by a high pitched giggle. Furious I try to stand up while spouting questions: "Who are you, where are we and where is the rest of the crew?" A young tall blond adolescent steps around the corner dressed in golden armour. As he approached, he continued to carelessly cleaning his nails with a narrow dagger. "My oh my, all those questions while only one should be asked: how will you survive the next half hour?"