Green-garbed medical personnel hovered, checking dials and hooking up remote life-support gear. Presnol, the Guild’s senior medical officer, huddled over the record printout, tsk-tsking, occasionally swearing, and looking extremely displeased with what he saw. “Why do they leave it so late?” “Miracles occur with every passing second,” Killa said. “Well, it’s been left bloody late,” Presnol repeated with a fierce scowl. “Why, her throat muscles aren’t even strong enough to operate an implant. How does she communicate?” “One blink is no, two are yes.” Presnol was clearly appalled. “What backwater planet spawned her?” Killa grinned. “A mudball named Fuerte. However, there’s not a thing wrong with her ears.” Presnol swore again, his skin darkening with embarrassment. Then his expression cleared to a thoughtful look. “Hmmm, I certainly hope the symbiont can do its trick. With her background, she’d be invaluable in the labs.” Lowering her voice, Killa asked, “How long before you see any transitional traces?”
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