Senite

She looked too pretty to be a Senite, thought Kirk, until she began to practice a bland expression that would make the most blissedout street sweeper proud.

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“You will have no need of your shuttlecraft,” explained the Senite.

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It was midafternoon before the stocky Senite stopped to empty its trash receptacle into a bin set up for that purpose.

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“My suggestion is to follow a Senite after its work period is over.”

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The Senite running the jewelry stand suggested that McCoy have his ears pierced, and the doctor politely declined.

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Within a few seconds, a stocky Senite strolled by, sweeping bits of litter into a trash receptacle.

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The Senite seemed to pay them no attention as it steadfastly performed its menial task.

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Thanks to its white robe, there was no difficulty in distinguishing the Senite from the fugitives, even when Kirk, Spock, and McCoy followed at a distance of several meters and spread out to look less conspicuous.

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She was small for a Senite, but she had selected a small robe.

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The Senite stepped onto the veranda, its hands folded politely in its long white sleeves and a look of care upon its ageless face.

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