Nomad Communication Project

[Monk]

Many months later...

Massada is at a desk in the barracks on Planet Toledo. He has his face in his hands and is mumbling to himself.

"mm...so...mmmble...matrices...ungh"

He looks up and stares at the cold steel wall in front of him.

"DAMNIT....damn it all"

An ensign enters the quarters.

"Sir, is everything alright."
"NO! Nothing is right. I can't figure out how to control this. Nightmares are no way to communicate with them. I must have a living specimen."
"But you know that isn't possible. It is protocol to kill..."
"I KNOW WHAT PROTOCOL IS...NOW BE GONE!"
"Yes sir, but keep in mind they could really use you out there. Things aren't getting any better you know."

Massada stares at the young pilot until he shrinks out of the room.

"Hmm...perhaps I need to get out there again."