Tales From The Captain’s Table (2005) - Plot & Excerpts
TridentPain ManagementPETER DAVIDI can still see it, everywhere I look. Still see her mangled and broken body, with blood just everywhere. Everywhere. Her ripped and burned uniform, the holes in her with the bodily fluids seeping out of her by the liter.I see it in my mind’s eye when I’m awake, and I see it in my dreams when I’m asleep. Right now I’m sitting here at the Captain’s Table, staring into my empty glass that had once been filled with Orion whiskey…the new illegal beverage of choice, since Romulan ale became legal during the Dominion War. You could pack Orion whiskey into a photon torpedo, blast it at an enemy vessel, and watch it eat through their shielding and hull. I can feel it inside me even now, scorching its way through my chest, plunging down toward the lining of my stomach. Any solid matter I have in my body from an earlier meal will be devoured by it…probably along with whatever internal organ it may be hiding in.So anyway, there’s the empty glass, and you’d think my own reflection would be looking back at me.
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