Lieutenant Wallace was studying the camp and looking around at the few Borial soldiers that were there to act as guards of sorts and studied their weapons at a distance to try and see what they were.
"Damn I wish I had a tricorder." he said out loud and noticed that Lt. Benton was walking towards him with some food and drink.
Once there, Benton handed him old copper goblet and a plate that food on it. "Here you are, Lt. Wallace."
Wallace said thank you and took the food and drink. He was glad that Benton had done that since it was almost dark and he hadn't eaten since breakfast. Wallace quickly ate the food and drank the drink. The food had the wild game taste to it and the drink tasted like wine.
"Did you make any interesting discovery yet about our host?" Benton asked.
"Sorry to say, Lieutenant, that without a tricorder all I can make is an educated guess."
"And that is what, Lt. Wallace?"
Wallace turned to see the captain approach. He stood up and straightened his new uniform. "Well we are pretty much left unchecked, sir. Four guards up front and all they are doing is looking out of the camp and three to the rear doing the same. And by the look of the dishware they might be as evolved as far back as the Bronze Age on Earth, say 1 or 2 B.C."
Benton shook his head and was pleased at the level of intelligence that Lt. Wallace showed.
Maruu, who had been listening in, said, "Okay, Richard, do you know how to fight the way these people do?"
Wallace chuckled and gave a brief smile. "I know how to fight like a Klingon. Does that answer your question, Captain?"
Maruu laughed. "Okay, Richard. We need to call each other by name like the Borials do. Every member of the crew will regard rank only as a form of command, not as a ceremonious thing. Also, every member of the crew will refer to themselves as the Virgos. That way, we'll blend in more." Stephen paused. "Very well; let's get some rest. Tomorrow we have a lot to do." Stephen turned away and walked back to the hut.