Dinner! [Bjorn Crew]

[Lance Howe]

"Well, as I see it we have two basic options." Lance explained. "We can use a strong sedative and just knock them out that way or I can synthesize a neurotoxin to completely shutdown their bodies."

He looked around the room to gauge reactions to his suggestions. Hopefully no one would catch on that he'd never done anything like this before. He'd only ever used such methods when needed for surgeries. Everything else, especially regarding neurotoxins, was purely theoretical and only backed up with a few lab experiments that were never tested on live specimens.

"A simple sedative is the safest option but not the most effective option. I already have materials on board that could be used. The problem is that it's not incredibly fast acting and the subject can to some extent fight the drug just like our captain broke free of the sedative I gave him when stitching him up earlier." Lance continued, "The neurotoxin on the other hand would work much faster and would completely shut them down for a prolonged period of time or until I administer the antidote. So theoretically we could drug them before they know it and then revive them right in front of our employer with no troubles in between. Certainly the better choice for us. The draw back is that I don't have anything ready and would have to make it in a rush so we'd still need the sedative as a plan B just in case I can't make it in the time frame, not a huge issue but worth noting. Also, there is a small risk of causing bodily damage to our subjects from the initial effects of the toxin. The risk is small but there is possible organ failure including heart failure and memory loss. Once they are drugged though, there is no long term risk of keeping them under so long as we have them hooked up to the proper machinery to keep them nourished."

There were probably still questions but that would be enough to give the captain and the others something to think about. At least they had options.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace sat, listening to the conversation that was occurring, and thinking. He was really quite interested in the doctor's plans. He did however see on issue with all of the ideas so far. "What exactly are we going to do to get them with these drugs? What kind of distraction? And more importantly, where are we going to put them? we cant just tie them up in the cargo bay, remember what happened last.." He stopped, realizing what he had been about to say. His mind snapped right back to where he least wanted it to be, and he remained silent. Without really paying attention to what was happening around him he stood up. "Thanks Jordan, the food was great." He hadn't finished, but his appetite was gone. Clearing his dishes away from the table, he headed to the door. "If you need me, I'll be in my room." Hurrying towards his quarters, Trace tried to ignore the images that were coming to the front of his mind. He stepped in to his room, closed the door, and then slid to the floor. He sat, leaning against the door, and let the emotional stress over come him. He had made it to his room, and now he could quit with his act of being happy. Just as long as no one else could see.

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff had gotten into eating the meal he almost forgot about the conversation, that was until the topic of rooming was issued.

They can have my room, I'll take the cargo bay. After all it not like I sleep much in there anywho.

Weston went back to slurping heavily at the meal. His word were true he really hadn't slept on the ship just cat-napped while he was in the cargo-bay. He could guess it was because of the last event of his being on a ship which broke his deep sleeping. Shifting in his seat, for his left leg was trying to go to sleep on him, he sat down on his stunner.

Frakkin' pockets pants.

He stood quickly and remove the stunners out of his pocket of his left leg pants and dropped them heavily on the table.

The pride and joy of his weapons and yet to one that were always jabbing him in the back of the leg. One day he'll get a holdter for them. He could get on while they were planet side. With that happy thought he went back to feed hungrily at the meal.

[Lars Engström]

Lars had simply been sitting and listening, but as Trace left, he realized that he also had things he needed to do, like find Jobs. Standing up, he cleared his dishes, and then spoke. "Well, we do have time to plan more, and get ideas. By the way Jordan well done with dinner, you never fail to amaze me." He walked towards his office, calling back "If you need me you know where I am." He walked into his office, and set about finding a job.