"GOLDEN, CHRISTIE - THE LAST ROUND-UP" - читать интересную книгу автора (Golden Christie)Kirk merely smiled. "It doesn't have to be. I'm the instructor, , and
you're the students. You'll find that a lot in this universe isn't fair, but it has to be dealt with nonetheless. That, too, is part of being a Starfleet officer. Dismissed." There were always those who loved writing essays in any class, and these students were abuzz with excitement as they hastened off to explore. And, of course, there were always those who loathed essays, and Kirk overheard the predictable grumbling from this segment as they departed with much less enthusiasm. Kirk wasn't overly concerned. Most of them were outstanding students, and would pass even if they failed the final. He welcomed the solitude, for he, too, wanted a chance to roam this place and soak up the atmosphere. "Captain Kirk?" The voice was bubbly, feminine, and quivering. Kirk closed his eyes, gathering strength. He forced a pleasant expression on his face. "What is it, Cadet?" It was of course Skalli. She was nearly as tall as he was, though far more slender of build than most humanoids. Her large ears were perforce particularly mournful look. Her mercurial features set in an expression of sorrow completed the impression, and her large eyes still brimmed with tears, although Kirk was pleased to see that at least she wasn't actually crying now. "Permission to speak freely?" "Go ahead." "Captain ... do you ... " Skalli swallowed hard. "Do you think they were afraid? Commander Lowe and the others?" "You heard the message they sent back to Starfleet before Lowe destroyed the colony. What do you think?" Skalli tilted her head. "She did not sound afraid." Kirk raised an eyebrow, silently encouraging Skalli to continue voicing her thoughts. "So ... I suppose she wasn't." "You still have much to learn about humans, Skalli. I can't know personally, of course, but I'm certain she was indeed afraid." He looked around. "To take that responsibility--to end your own life and that of so many others ... you can't do it without wondering, without second |
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