A white robe figure followed the yellow cybertracker past holding cells.
Stopping, it placed its hand the security pad. A cell door opened.
"The prisoner's inside," stated the cybertracker.
Nodding, the robe figure entered. Closing of the door made Tar-Paul's head lift up and stare at the robe figure.
"How the mighty have fallen?" remarked the figure.
"Khambatta…"
Holding his palm up, "He showed up on a silver platter and you didn't even get to use your upgrades," closing his fist.
"Kham…" tightening of his neck caused him to slide off his bench.
The pain overloaded his circuitry. Snapping his fingers, Tar-Paul's metal started melting.
Staring at the liquefied metal, "David, you're starting to become a real pain," exiting the cell room.
Wiping a plate clean, "How's this post to dazzle me and get us home?"
Carrying dry plates, "On thirty ducs, were you expecting a holiday cruise?"
"Wasn't expecting dishpan hands."
"Dunk your head in that sink," placing the dishes in a cabinet, "It might cool you off."
Raven's wash rag hit the back of Rath's neck. Closing the cabinet door, he removed the rag from his neck and walked towards Raven.
"Rath what ever you're thinking, forget it."
He kept coming towards her.
"Rath, I'll hurt you."
Stopping inches from her and grabbing her wrist, "Shut up," placing the rag in her hand, "and wash those dishes," letting go. (Fin)