Ever seen a scene so stressful that someone would end up stubbing their toes three times in the span of a single minute?
Or perhaps one so horrifying that charging straight to the frontlines to fight corruption suddenly sounded like the more relaxing option?
Well, if others had fortunately been spared such an experience, the same certainly couldn't be said for one unfortunate master mechanic.
The moment Master Quinn pushed open the waiting lounge, he froze.
Just what on Solaris was he looking at?
It was the same lounge room assigned to the members of the judging panel that they used yesterday.
Same room. Same seats. Same old faces.
Well... almost.
Save for the two people and their lackeys who had absolutely no business being there.
