In-Joke: "Make it so" is from, of course, Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Chapter Seven: Malfunctions and Repairs
Karkoff couldn't have been giddier when he was informed that the Time Lord was connected to the extractor. He practically raced down to the extraction room.
"In a hurry, sir?" Crispin quipped.
"He's a Time Lord. Of course. Imagine what regeneration could do for everyone on this ship."
Karkoff, Sykle and the rest of the twenty-five were connected and the machinery started. Everything seemed to be going well until the extractor gave an angry beep.
"What's going on?" Karkoff demanded. "I was enjoying that."
"Sorry, sir," said Crispin. "There's a short in the circuitry. I think I have it corrected."
"Switch to the Jedi when we're finished with the Time Lord."
"Aye, sir."
The effects of the extractor could be seen on the Jedi, now. His hair had started to gray and lines were appearing on his face.
When the extraction was over, the Time Lord and the Jedi were returned to the cell and Crispin called Karkoff over to the computer.
"The engineers got a portion of the Databank working," he said. "That one we picked up before the Time Lord is from the planet Krypton."
"Didn't Krypton explode?"
Crispin nodded. "Many centuries ago. One of the scientists sent his only son to the Earth, where he developed unusual powers. Krypton had a red sun, like our lights. His weakness was chunks of his planet that had landed on Earth and become radioactive, but the radiation only affected him."
"So he's Kryptonian. What's that weakness?"
"They called it Kryptonite."
"Set the sensors to locate some. If the Timescoop can pick up organics, it can pick up minerals."
"Sir, something's strange with the Time Lord and the extractor."
"Define 'strange'."
"I don't think one is enough to gain the regenerative abilities. Scanners are showing that the percentage of drainage is less than normal."
"What are you saying? That we'll need another Time Lord to gain the regeneration?"
"Perhaps."
"Because there are so many of them out there, right?" Karkoff let sarcasm drip into his voice.
"We could use the Time Lord's DNA signature to find another." Crispin shrugged. "We did find this one."
Karkoff thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "All right. Make it so."
Crispin went to work and Karkoff went back to the bridge, explaining to the crew what was going to happen and also that hey had to find some Kryptonite.
Nowhere in their minds did it occur that what they were doing was wrong. They had no concept of right and wrong, a flaw in the genetics of the Warlord species. One would think that a conscience would slip through the extractor with all the races they've drained, but, alas, it hadn't.
Sykle finally broke the silence that had settled upon the bridge crew. "Captain, we've located the mineral."
"Good," he replied. "Send it to engineering and have them work it into the weapons."
"Aye, sir." There was a beep from the controls. "Sir, we may have located another Time Lord. Although…"
"Don't leave me hanging, Sykle," Karkoff warned.
"Sorry, sir. According to records, Time Lord signatures are called artron energy. Each individual is different. But this Time Lord's artron energy is identical to the one we have in the brig."
"Fascinating. Get him. Now."
End chapter seven.