"What is this?" The sailor had clearly noticed the out-of-place object too. He got to his feet and reached out to touch it.
"Wait!"
Lorne stopped his hand halfway.
"It's dangerous!"
Only then did the sailor remember the most important and fundamental lesson from his mysticism classes: caution.
He hurriedly backed away several steps, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"What happened?"
"Is something wrong?"
A clatter of footsteps approached as a group of sailors rushed over at the news. The deck immediately filled with noise.
"Brando, what happened here?" Danitz hurried over with the crowd, looking anxious.
"Nothing much. Just a bit of bad luck." Lorne shrugged.
"Bad luck..." Those words made Danitz frown, and he instinctively took two steps back.
"Boss, here's what happened..." The sailor from earlier approached Danitz and gave him a detailed account.
"What!"
The booming shout drew everyone's attention.
"Ahem..."
Danitz quickly lowered his voice and whispered to the sailor:
"Why didn't you tell me beforehand that you wanted to mess with Brando..."
"Don't you know I'm the one who brought him aboard?"
What Lorne had said in the storeroom earlier had already frightened him. If Lorne learned about this as well, he might hold Danitz responsible.
The sailor trembled as he replied, "Boss, I just thought he was being too full of himself..."
"Could it be that you and he really are..."
Before he could finish, Danitz rapped him on the head.
"Shit!"
"How did I end up with a subordinate like you?"
Lorne glanced back at the two of them, ignoring their whispers. Like everyone else nearby, he was more interested in the object before him.
After a moment's thought, he spoke:
"I think we'd better get your captain to handle this."
Before long, Vice Admiral Iceberg, Edwina, received