Japanische Elektro Tortur

Kalt could not sleep.
He lay staring at the pipes on the ceiling of the room.
room! To be honest, it was also a euphemism only speak of storage space: cramped and rusty walls, a cot death in a tiny bathroom, a recessed cabinet, a narrow shelf, a chair and cracked from the video terminal.
At irregular intervals turboelevatore felt the vibrations of the service, at least they were a diversion from the constant scraping of the ventilation fan and was fun to bet with yourself how many minutes had elapsed between a step and another.
But it was all she could afford with the few remaining claims: he was landed by the commercial "fragrant spices" on that decrepit space station, the young officer boliano had not yet found a new shipment. Every morning
standard was presented to the offices of the shipping companies to review the routing plans of the vessels arriving, then reached the dock space in the hope of finding work and securing at least the replicator rations to the public.
The first day began as always, any new arrival, but Kalt had found a small job "outside": the capsule pilot service officer seeking microfalle on the hull of a cargo serosa.
Thus, at the end of the day, had decided to celebrate and stole the hoard had occurred in the only local station.
And while he was playing the final table of the credit Dabo (Ifni possible that the beloved goddess of fortune, he had abandoned this?) Was reached dall'addetto military Bolarus.
The old sergeant major had offered a poor beer and delivered a Romulan dpadd: Kalt had just been called to active duty as an officer of the Reserve.
It was a clause signed six years ago when he graduated as a merchant captain, signed and then forgotten now a training ship of the Federation was expected to reach the station from there a few hours and he would have to be at the boarding tunnel as a liaison officer.
Kalt did not know whether to be glad of the opportunity to leave that dark hole in the bottom of the Alpha Quadrant, or if your luck deserting groped and embarking as a stowaway on the first cargo in transit.
Another challenge in his life.
tossed in the air that last credit still clutched in his hand: to use human expression, "heads or tails?
head! It was then that the Federation.
Kalt, lying in his tomb waiting for now, more restless than ever, the new morning.