"Computer," I said, fully aware that my wife had almost certainly already done this, "locate T'Sorvik."
"I am unable to locate T'Sorvik," replied the computer. "She is not on the
I turned to
"Follow me," said Doctor Khan, and we proceeded to the turbolift.
On the way, we discussed all of Khan's recent Lothar observations. "If neither you nor
"No idea," replied Khan, "but as you might have guessed, none of us were in a particular hurry to fix him, especially while we were still docked at
We arrived at the corridor where Lothar was standing, still with an ensign clasped in his rigid hand. Ifix was putting away a complex tool that I did not recognize, and pulling a phaser rifle out of his large repair kit. "Don't phase me, bro!" whimpered the ensign.
"Defensive systems active," Ifix grumbled. If Lothar's systems had been completely powered down, his fingers would have been exerting only human strength and relatively easy to unclench. "Did fix face, though." The chief engineer had apparently wiped off Lothar's makeup, at least. "Clashed. Lothar not a summer."
"Lothar," I addressed him. "Do you know where my daughter T'Sorvik is?"
"You ate her raw?" Khan asked, distastefully. He came from a culture of cannibals, but he still preferred at least some preparation of his meat (although Klingon Tartare was a favorite of his, when he could get it fresh).
"Can't reach the barbecue sauce," Lothar said, indicating his immobile arm with his eyes.