In the Armoury
By now, Shran was becoming convinced that someone had slipped something in his drink. He just couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing… he felt like he needed to sit down, but of course, he couldn’t, because of the lack of gravity.
Which didn’t make him feel any more lucid, either.
"Did you do this?!" he demanded, assuming that the intruder was responsible for drugging him. For all Shran knew, he could be a Romulan in disguise, and maybe he had drugged the rest of the crew too… maybe if he focused he could make the hallucinations go away.
"I've never seen such a confused Andorian before. In a way it makes you rather appealing. Nevertheless you should at least afford me some form of comfort or first contact blah blah." He then chuckled looking at the Andorian, "Oops I forgot that whole reduction of weight thing" He snapped his fingers and the Andorian collapsed on the floor.













