"Commander Kanz," interrupted Hancock from the science station, "I'll perform as full an analysis of the planet's atmosphere and ecology as I can while the away team's down there, just in case there's any unusual environmental activity."
He tried hard not to let his voice betray any signs of irritation. Doctor Storey was such a strong personality that the CScO was often left on the fringe of any discussions. Admiral Elron had always tried to involve the Hancock as much as possible, but as a former Science Officer himself hadn't always require input from the department. Now the Tulip had yet another command officer from a science background and once again he felt a little left out of things. He wondered whether he was just developing a complex about being 'Acting' CScO for so long...
"Aye, ma'm," he nodded as his hands moved across the console.
He was also a little confused by the arrival of their new CTSO. Surely she was but a child? He made a mental note to speak to her some time later on if he got the chance. His mind wandered onto thoughts of his CO, recovering in the medical centre of Starbase Bellicose. The Admiral had still been unconscious last John knew of, but hopefully the Bellicose doctors would help him make a full recovery. Wouldn't they?
His attention snapped back as the console bleeped at him. Preliminary results were in from the atmospheric spectral analyses. Meanwhile the away team began their own investigations far below...
As her body reassembled on the planet’s surface, Annabelle used the first few seconds to take in the surrounding terrain looking for security risks. Eyes scanning the landscape taking in the buildings and out houses that surrounded the group before sending her brain the all clear. However the houses either side were strangely quiet, as were the streets. Annabelle sensed that something wasn’t right, apart from the sickness but couldn’t put her finger on it. She decided to keep that to herself for the time being and just keep her eyes open.
The medics were started their preliminary scans and checks under the careful supervision of Doctor Storey. Annabelle satisfied she had done all she could for the moment, reported the relevant information to Q2 then waited for him to give orders. Currently, he had yet to receive a report from the medical team, intent on ensuring the party’s safety first. Finally Doctor Storey spoke.
Nodding in response to the orders, Annabelle set off for the centre of the settlement.
Back on the Tulip, Hancock was still monitoring the planet's atmosphere. Oxygen levels were slightly lower than he would have expected for an M-class world, but he had no previous data for this particular planet to compare anything to. For all he knew, lower oxygen levels might be normal here.
The computer maintained its transporter lock on the away team and constant telemetry was fed back from their isolation suits. If anyone exhibited any strange symptoms, they would be beamed instantly into quarantine. So far though, everything seemed safe.
Suddenly, the Science console started bleeping loudly. "Commander, I'm reading an energy surge near the away team. It's coming from one of the medical research buildings to the north east. I can't identify it but they should be on high alert until we know the source."
"Is it dangerous?" frowned Kanz.
"Hard to be sure," Hancock replied, "but I'm seeing indications of theta radiation, so I'll say yes."
James walked up to the two officers, more than a little confused by the techbabble that floated back and forth between them. He fully understood the term 'keep to your own craft' by now, but he still liked to understand what was going on. And from what he understood, things weren't going well at all.
"What's going on?" he asked quietly, leaning forward slightly, resting his hand on the back of Hancock's seat as he peered at the data. "Are they all right down there?"
By now, he also figured that his idea for a friendly sportive competition would be put on hold; there were more pressing issues at hand than teambuilding and stress relief, even for those stuck on the planet.
He moved to rest his other hand on the commander's shoulder, though he kept a respectable distance just in case. "Is there anything I can do to help?" James Flanigan wasn't quite sure what he could do, other than just offer to be there and listen if anyone wanted to talk. It was after all his job as ship's counselor. "Anything at all? I may not have any science training but I'm pretty sure I could call out data for you, if required. As long as you understand what I'm reciting to you, it should be all right?"
The Australian counselor moved back to his own seat, but not before squeezing Hancock's shoulder in an attempt to be of comfort, counselor to science officer, nothing more, nothing less. There was so much grief down on the planet, that James threatened to be overcome by grief himself. He held his breath for a moment as he reclaimed his seat, swallowing hard a few times. "I wish..." he started softly, "that the admiral were here now."
S'reena had said goodbye to all her friends in the academy; the people she had lived with and worked with for years. However, there was still one person remaining and she really dreaded saying goodbye to him. She still didn't quite know where she stood in his current opinion, especially since she knew she had deeply hurt him and his trust in her when she'd gone after Admiral McCormick and staged her rescue. It had resulted in her demotion to commander, though she had retained her position and had just been restricted in her duties and comings and goings for several months.
Now, she stood before the closed doors that lead to Vice Admiral Drew's office, dressed in her new uniform. It felt a bit odd, wearing teal again after so many years in command red, and she felt sad for leaving the academy. The door slid open before her and she walked in, coming to a halt before his desk. "This is it," she said softly, causing her old commanding officer to look up. "The shuttle is ready, Michael's taking the children up to it now and our pilot has located the Black Tulip."
The Romulan hesitated, for once actually worried about making the wrong choice. "I'm going to miss you," she finally said as the admiral rose from his seat and walked around his desk. "I'll even miss our arguments." Her voice choked as she finally drew her old friend into a tight hug. "If the Black Tulip ever swings by, I'll be sure to visit."
Paul Drew looked down on his wayward former first officer and quietly wiped the tears from her face. "You'll be fine," he reassured her, "just don't give poor Elron as hard a time as you've given me hm?" Then he chuckled. "On second thought..."
"Oh, we'll see," S'reena answered, a smile now appearing on her face. "I've got to go, the Graeme is waiting. Thank you for loaning us Hanson's old shuttle. I promise he'll be returned to you in good condition." After a final hug, the Romulan walked out of Drew's office on Conqueror. She looked back once more, smiled wistfully then headed for the shuttlebay.
~days later~ "There she is," Lieutenant Commander Danye Almera called back to his passengers. The USS Black Tulip was in orbit of a moderate planet and was apparently expecting them. The shuttlebay doors opened and Almera smartly landed the USS Graeme into the bay. "Good luck on your assignment commander, doctor." Then he regarded the woman, remembering she was completely blind. "I'm sorry commander, I didn't mean to be so thoughtless."
"It's all right commander," S'reena reassured him, "I may not be able to see, but I'm still capable of visualising."
Michael Hope gathered the youngest of the five children, assigning his oldest daughter to take care of them. The eight-year old proudly took care of her younger siblings, having kept them occupied for most of their long flight. "Thank you commander for the uneventful flight," he offered, "I'm glad we didn't run into more than just that ion-storm."
S'reena on her part thanked their pilot as well, then arranged for their belongings to be transported to their new quarters. She had familiarised herself with the Black Tulip senior staff but hadn't been able to find anything on their current mission. "I'm sure Doctor Storey could use another pair of hands in sickbay" she had reassured her husband, who usually had the full care of their children while she was on duty. "I'll be reporting to the bridge."
Leaving Michael to tend to the children and their pilot, as well as their belongings, the Romulan science officer stepped into the nearest turbolift. "bridge," she said, feeling a hint of anxiety creep over her. How would this crew react to a Romulan science officer, let alone a completely blind one? Her hand tightened on the railing in the turbolift car, hesitating as the doors swooshed open before her. Using the rail as a guide, she exited the lift.
"Commander S'reena Hope, reporting for duty as chief science officer," she finally announced as she emerged on the bridge. She waited anxiously for someone to acknowledge her presence.
"What's going on?" asked Flanigan quietly in Hancock's ear. "Are they all right down there?"
The Acting CScO looked up briefly from his console before quietly replying. "See these two energy spikes here?" He pointed his finger to indicate the readings transmitted by the away team's suits. AJ nodded silently. "These could be secondary emissions resulting from theta radiation particle interactions."
"I see," said AJ unconvincingly. Hancock realised that he wasn't actually making things any clearer for the counsellor.
"Theta radiation can have several sources, but it's usually associated with antimatter. In low doses its effects are quite treatable, but in larger doses it can be fatal. It doesn't look like we're dealing with a big contamination, or our sensor readings would be disrupted and we'd be picking up more obvious signs."
"But it could still be enough to pose a risk?"
"Certainly," nodded the scientist.
"Could this be what's causing the epidemic?"
"I doubt it, but it won't be doing them any good. More likely it's the result of some faulty engineering process or equipment. I just don't know know enough from these readings," he sighed.
"Any clues about the virus?" the Counsellor asked hopefully.
Hancock silently shook his head, feeling quite useless. "I haven't a notion. I'm just not experienced enough with this kind of problem." As despondency took hold, he felt the Counsellor's hand reassuringly on his shoulder. This surprised him somewhat, but was comforting.
"Is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all? I may not have any science training but I'm pretty sure I could call out data for you, if required. As long as you understand what I'm reciting to you, it should be all right?"
Hancock shook his head. "I appreciate that, but unless you can create some new data for me or force me to come up with some ingenious idea, I'm afraid I'm on my own with this one." AJ nodded in response. Giving his comrade's shoulder a departing squeeze, he returned to his own area of the bridge.
Just as Hancock was wishing that Admiral Elron was here to help him solve the problem, an unfamiliar face emerged from the turbolift and walked slowly onto the bridge. "Commander S'reena Hope, reporting for duty as chief science officer," the officer announced to everyone. John's heart sank. Here he was trying to prove that he still had what it takes to be the senior scientist of a ship the size of the Tulip, and nobody had bothered to tell him he had once again been replaced!
He was about to make a comment to this effect, but checked himself just in time. He had always known his position as Acting Chief might only be temporary, and he was delighted to have someone else that could possibly help him analyse results from the away team. He waited for their Acting CO to officially welcome the officer before inviting them to take over his station.
As Elron lay recovering, semi-conscious, in his private ward of the main sickbay on Bellicose, a young lieutenant in a red uniform entered and stood to attention next to the bed. She waited patiently while the Admiral came around and managed to focus his attention on the girl in front of him.
"Lieutenant?" asked the Fleet Admiral slightly groggily.
"Excuse me Admiral, but you asked to be informed as soon as she arrived." As she spoke, the officer held out a PADD. Elron accepted it, skimmed the first few lines and smiled.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. Please send in the doctor on your way out."
"Aye, sir," she nodded and promptly left the ward.
So Commander Hope had arrived on the Black Tulip. Elron wondered how his new Science Officer would adjust to the ship. He also wondered how the crew would adjust to the CScO. Elron had heard many stories over the years from his friends KezTrek, Savali and Drew. After her retirement from the Academy, the new Personnel Officer had agreed to assign S'reena to the main fleet and ordered her to join the Black Tulip. Elron wondered how much of this was out of sheer mischievousness, but there was no doubt S'reena would find a welcoming home on the Tulip. He was looking forward to working with another Science Officer, especially one as challenging as this.
His mind turned to poor Hancock, and how he would feel about the assignment. Without doubt he was a talented officer, but he just seemed to struggle with the managerial aspects of running a department. Elron was sure the department would be stronger than ever with John as deputy to S'reena, given her extensive experience. Admittedly he wasn't sure how big a hinderance her recent disability would be, but that was why John would be so important as Assistant CScO.
Just then, Doctor Munroe entered the ward. "Ah, the Kraken wakes," he smiled. "You've been dozin' for about nine hours now."
Elron liked Doctor Munroe, perhaps because of his guttural Scottish accent. The Avari wasn't about to be charmed into submission today though.
"And it's done me a power of good! Doctor, I would be eternally grateful if you could fill out my discharge papers while I get my things together."
Slightly taken aback, Doctor Munroe simply raised an eyebrow. "Ahm afraid yer goin' to have to stay here for more observation until I say otherwise."
"Are you refusing to release me?" retorted Elron with a raised eyebrow of his own. "Am I likely to get any real benefit out of staying here any longer, or are we just going to drive each other up the wall?"
Munro simply folded his arms. "Let's start with a basic neurological scan an' see how it goes from there." Constrained to doctor's orders, Elron reluctantly accepted this compromise and lay back in the biobed in preparation for the scan.
Annabelle was just making her way in between the outlying buildings when a crisp order from Q2 stopped her in her tracks. “Hold your position bennet.” She wasn’t sure, but Annabelle thought she detected a note of uncertainty. She couldn’t blame him. The further she got into this settlement, the more uneasy she felt. There is always a certain eeriness around deserted homes and towns.
Her mind started thinking about the people who had lived in these buildings. It must have been something colossal to wipe out people on this scale. At this point, the situation became even more complicated. A call came through from the science officers. An unknown energy source was radiating theta radiation from a series of buildings further along the street.
She spoke quietly into her communicator. “Have the radiation levels increased in my suit readings?” The voice of John Hancock replied over the link, “It’s hard to tell at the moment, the readings are fluctuating. You would have to move closer to the buildings, but I would advise caution. The radiation is dangerous.”
Before moving any closer to the Annabelle turned to survey the rest of the away team. The medics were still absorbed in trying to find the cause of the epidemic. While they were bustling around, Q2, like Annabelle, was trying to assess the situation. Seeing her looking at him, the Lt. Colonel gave her a nod.
She turned back towards the buildings and began walking slowly towards them, all the while keeping an eye out for any sign of movement from the buildings she had already passed. It would not do to be caught separated from the rest of the group.
Annabelle had passed a couple of buildings before she stopped to allow the suit to pick up accurate readings. “Well?” she said to the science team on the other end of the COM link “What’s the diagnosis?”
Before Hancock could explain the current situation to S'reena, a voice interrupted him over the comm link. Data was continuing to feed in from the away team, but he needed closer readings to be able to discern anything. Ensign Bennet obliged by scouting out the area ahead.
"Well?" she said to the science team on the other end of the COM link. "What’s the diagnosis?" Hancock pored over the data as it was overlayed onto a map of the immediate area.
"Seems like it's coming from the buildings just ahead of you. The readings get stronger as you progress. I think I'm maybe picking up direct signs of thetas from over towards that large building ahead on your right. Might be some kind of medical facility from the look of it?"
"Is it safe to go inside?" asked the tactical officer.
"Hmm, only for a short while. I don't want anyone getting more than a few minutes exposure if it is coming from there. The levels aren't too high if they're coming from that building, but I have no idea what's in there. Scans are getting a bit scrambled. I'd be happier if you and Q2 could somehow find out what it's like inside before anyone ventures in."
"Hold on," added Hancock suddenly. "I'm picking up life signs near your position, but I can't pinpoint them. They're either approaching you, or they're in one of those buildings you're heading towards."
"Hold on," added Hancock suddenly. "I'm picking up life signs near your position, but I can't pinpoint them. They're either approaching you, or they're in one of those buildings you're heading towards."
Annabelle scanned the horizon again puzzled. She couldn’t see anyone in plain sight.
“Can you tell how many?” she queried.
“Not at the moment,” came the reply. “It’s three at most”
They must be in one of the buildings to her right, what looked like domestic properties. She turned to the Dr. Storey.
“Any update on what is causing this epidemic?”
“No” he replied. “It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before”
<Tag John Storey>
Great, thought Annabelle. Just what was needed. She knew it wasn’t their fault, but this lack of information was making the situation more dangerous and difficult than it could have been.
She had turned her back on the dwellings for only a couple of seconds, but that was enough for something to appear that startled Q2. She became aware that he was looking over her shoulder at something. She spun round to glimpse a childish face as it vanished in to the second of the buildings.
Q2 turned to Bennet and spoke with quiet authority.
“Is that anywhere near the radiation source?”
“No, I think that’s coming from those further along on the other side of the road.”
“Go and see if you can find that child but try and avoid direct contact. I want a constant update”
“Yes sir” Annabelle replied resisting the urge to pull off a mock salute. This was no time to be cheeky. She made her way across to the doorway, hoping that the science team was right about the radiation. The last thing anybody wanted was to die of radiation sickness. Cheery thoughts.
She cautiously poked her head into the portal, her eyes barely making out the shadows in the gloom that cloaked the inside of this house. Annabelle wondered if it had always been this welcoming. Taking a wary step inside, she paused to give her eyes time to focus.
They did so quickly, a benefit of her heritage, and the room swam into focus, complete with its frightened, huddled occupant.
“It’s ok. Don’t be frightened. I’m here to help. Are you the only one in here?”
S'reena could hear Hancock's voice coming from somewhere close to her, but it took conscious effort still to precicely locate anyone by the sound of their voice. Using the voice as her guide, she found her way to the science station without injuring herself.
"Commander Hancock, I understand that you've been serving as acting chief science officer until my arrival. Could you please brief me on current situation?"
She could understand the man's likely feelings about being replaced, she had the feeling often enough when she'd taken one step wrong too many. Smiling gently, she leaned against the console. "Don't worry, you won't become obsolete. I still need you to be my eyes and tell me anything I can miss by not being able to see them."
The Romulan held out her hand to him, hoping he'd take it in good faith. "I'm S'reena," she introduced herself, "and I'd prefer it if you called me such, especially since you're likely to be a huge help to me."
She nodded to where she assumed was the main screen. "You've got teams on the surface; medical relief wasn't it? Is the chief medical officer down planet as well? My husband is a doctor, perhaps he could be of aid?"
S'reena felt a hand on her arm all of a sudden and she started briefly, not having heard anyone approach. "I'm sorry." A soft pleasant voice, heavily accented and filled with a constant but slight hint of sorrow. "I'm Commander James Flanigan, counselor. I'd like to have a talk later, when you're off duty?"
The Romulan frowned, her expression darkening. However, after a brief hesitation, she nodded. She wanted to fit in and be treated as normal as possible, despite her lack of sight. "When I go off duty," she acknowledged, "now about that briefing?" She turned back to Hancock.
As Ensign Bennet entered the small building after the child, Q2 decided it was time for him to try and find the source of the theta radiation. While it wouldn’t solve their greater problem, it would be a load of his shoulders if he could at least free them up to walk around without fear of dying of radiation before they could even find out what was ailing these people. That would just suck too much.
He approached the larger building, and as he got closer, it became clear that Commander Hancock had been right; it clearly was a medical facility of some kind. The other thing that became apparent as he made his way nearer was that more than a couple of people had died here. Whether due to the radiation, or the infection, he wasn’t sure.
He pushed the door open and it gave without objection. Immediately, the smell rose, to be almost overpowering. He cursed the person who had decided that after filtering out dangerous particles the smell should remain. He considered switching his suit to the fully enclosed setting, but decided against it.
Making a small gesture to the rest of the team to hold back until he had identified the source of the radiation, all with the flick of a hand, he stepped inside. The initial corridor provided no clues, but as he moved into a much larger room, suddenly all became all too clear. In an attempt to find a way to cure the infection, this facility had obviously decided to try using radiation, much as humans had once used it to cure cancer. Unfortunately, they hadn’t managed to limit the radiation to the infection area alone.
Everyone in the facility had died, not of the disease, but of radiation. Jogging back out again, Q2 relayed this information to Hancock, and the officer nodded his understanding, and then the science officer entered the building himself to shut the radiator down. Shortly after he returned, his task complete. The El-Aurian smiled slightly, at least now they could concentrate on the virus itself.
He walked over to the smaller building that he’d seen the child run into earlier and stood just outside the doorway.
“Ensign?” He asked quietly, trying to get Bennet’s attention without scaring the child.
Commander James Flanigan listened intently, his horror showing and increasing as Q2 reported in to Commander Hancock. "Everyone's dead?" he breathed, sinking down in his chair, "every single colonist?" Well, there went his relief idea of organising a sports event for the colonists, as well as the Tulip's crew.
He searched his memory on radiation sickness and cases where survivors had received treatment and counseling. Sadly, he couldn't remember any; if there were he'd surely have read about them in his career as counselor. However the thought of dying of radiation burns made him acutely aware of the circumstances in which his husband had been killed, along with one of their daughters.
Suddenly, he felt utterly sick and he tried to close himself off from the report that was coming in. He leaned forward, resting his face on his hands, trying to clear the feeling of lightheadedness. Swallowing a few times, he raised his head, trying to quell the urge to throw up. After a few times he managed and focused his attention on the report again.
"Colonel, are you certain everyone is dead?" he asked slowly, as if needing to concentrate to even get the words out. His voice sounded hollow as he spoke. "Is there anything I can do?" He hated feeling helpless and he had vowed that he'd never stand by helplessly ever again. "I want to help."
Leaving Ensign Bennet before she’d had a chance to respond, he looked into the screen on his sleeve which was now focussed on Flanigan. The man looked as though he’d caught something himself; all the colour had drained from his face, and he appeared for all the world as if he was about to throw up. He was mumbling, rambling about the dead colonists.
“Commander!” Q2 snapped at him, hoping to get the other man’s training to kick in. “We have a job to do. The people here can’t benefit from it, but the next colony should be able to. I want you to get another small team down here; get them to start work on finding out who everyone here is, make a note of their names and any details we can get, and then dig them graves.” He paused. “Actually, find out what the custom is here, and then do that. And make sure the officers you choose have strong stomachs. Is that understood Commander?”
He tapped his commbadge again, and now relayed a synopsis of what they had discovered back to their commanding officer, making sure to avoid giving too many details on the true gruesomeness of their discovery. He would give her his full support, but he still wasn’t entirely sure as to whether she truly had the experience or leadership skills for the position. The report done, he moved back over to the building that housed Ensign Bennet and the child. Ducking his head inside the door, he saw that the pair were talking quietly; the youngster seemed relatively reassured and comfortable with the conversation. At least considering the situation.
“Ensign, could I have a word?”
The youthful officer raised her head and nodded without a word. She whispered a few words to the child beside her and rose to Q2’s side.
“How is he doing; do we know if he’s got the infection, or the significant amounts of the radiation?”
He must've been lost in thought, because the colonel's sharp words pulled him back to reality. “Commander!”
"Sir?" James looked up, looking somewhat bewildered, even though his expression was still haunted.
“We have a job to do. The people here can’t benefit from it, but the next colony should be able to. I want you to get another small team down here; get them to start work on finding out who everyone here is, make a note of their names and any details we can get, and then dig them graves.” He paused. “Actually, find out what the custom is here, and then do that. And make sure the officers you choose have strong stomachs. Is that understood Commander?”
The counselor nodded, appreciative of finally having something constructive to do. He did emanate a sigh of relief, noting that he himself wasn't ordered to go down. He had seen enough and even though he really wanted to help, he just was't in a state of mind to be of any help. "Yes colonel," he answered, drawing himself up a little straighter, rubbing his hands over his face. "I'll get right on it."
Over the course of the next two hours, James was running back and forth between the bridge and the counselor's office, co-ordinating the construction of a second away team, consisting of several security officers, medics and counselors. He even sent along two engineers, to help rebuild if anything needed rebuilding in order for the virus to be put to a halt. "Wear your hazmat suits until it is clear it is safe to remove them," he ordered, his voice ringing out through the silent room. Before him stood a group of fifteen officers, all of different species and consisting of 6 women, seven men and two Hermats. "Report in every twenty minutes, log all names of everyone you find. See if they are missing anyone and report that to Colonel Q2."
Once the team was gone, he returned to the bridge and contacted the town's government. "Greetings, I am Commander James Flanigan, counselor aboard the USS Black Tulip. We currently have two teams on your planet to assist in putting the illness that plagues your people to a halt. However.." He swallowed a few times, feeling utterly uncomfortable in such an inpersonal situation. "...with so many dead, we wish to aid in putting your deceased to rest. Are there any customs we need to abide by? We do not wish to cause insult through ignorance..."
The Human counselor hesitated a second time. "If there is anything else we can do to help, would you please let us know?"
As she watched, the ball uncurled itself and a face looked back at her. There was a pause before the child slowly shook its head at her. She moved closer, eyes adjusting more to the light second by second. Just as she had reached the child’s side and crouched down, Annabelle heard Q2 moving in the doorway behind her. Her sharp ears caught the comm. in the suit clicking before he spoke. "Ensign?" She moved to turn her head, seeing the child start at the noise, but when she looked at the doorway, he had gone back outside. She turned her attention back to the child. The small boy looked hardly older than 5 or 6, with large wide eyes that looked almost too big for his head. Annabelle asked the child for his name, speaking quietly and calmly so as not to spook him any more. The answer came back so quietly that she almost missed it. “Gerian.” “Hi Gerian, I’m Annabelle.” As she said it, she wondered about putting the conversation on a personal footing like that, but could see no other alternative. The child was obviously still scared and Annabelle didn’t blame him for it. In fact she was amazed that the kid had stayed as calm as he had. She didn’t want to upset the balance and end up with a serious case of the screaming heebie jeebies on her hands. “You’re safe now but I need you stay still for a second while I do some scans.” Reaching to her belt, Annabelle retrieved the scanner and began examining the child. She knew a full check of health would be down to Dr. Storey and his medics but she ran a quick radiation check, as well as searching for any broken bones which might impair him movement.
The scan finished. All clear. At least that was good news at least. A voice came once more from the doorway.
“Ensign, could I have a word?”
Turning back to the boy, Annabelle whispered, “I’ll be back in a moment then we can take you to a safe place.”
“How is he doing; do we know if he’s got the infection, or the significant amounts of the radiation?” She’d barely reached Q2’s side before he spoke the words, curt and precise. Mind you, in an operation like this, you had to be. In accordance, Bennet replied in the same manner, limiting the sentences to the bare facts. “He seems clean. No radiation or sign of illness. Just scared. Shall I take him to the doctor?” Q2 replied with an affirmative before filling her in on the situation. She winced, so many dead. Radiation poisoning was never a pleasant or quick process. She shook herself and put a face of calm and control on before re-entering the building. Moving back to the child, she took his hand in her gloved one and led him out into the light.
It was only when she had guided the boy to the rest of the away team that her brain went into overdrive. How had this boy managed to survive both the radiation and the infection?
She tapped her comm badge. "Bennet to security. Keep on your toes. This is a strange one."
Strange didn't cover it. she thought to herself as she moved to continue her interrupted sweep.
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*** COMM CALL BETWEEN FLANIGAN AND THE GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL ***
“Greetings, I am Commander James Flanigan, counsellor aboard the USS Black Tulip. We currently have two teams on your planet to assist in putting the illness that plagues your people to a halt. However, with so many dead, we wish to aid in putting your deceased to rest. Are there any customs we need to abide by? We do not wish to cause insult through ignorance.” Flanigan paused. “If there is anything else we can do to held, would you please let us know?”
On screen the Veeagha official’s face flicked towards anger before he managed to bring it back under control. In its place a deep sadness surfaced, aging his face visibly. He frowned and tried to frame the right words.
“It is.. unusual for us to have such a situation. All of our old ones are usually ministered only by our confessors. This will require a convening of the Assembly of Fathers. I would ask that in the mean time you keep contact with the old ones to a minimum.”
“Of course. We are trying to obtain images and records of the deceased for your information; may we continue that at least?” Flanigan asked soothingly. A soft nod served for an answer.
“These are distressing times Commander James Flanigan. Many rituals and ceremonies may not be completed adequately. I fear a great number of old ones will never achieve the eternal rest.” He turned up, his facial expressions twisting once again. “You must do everything you can; we can’t cope with this, our society can’t cope with this.”
“We are sir, we believe we have a lead at the moment, but it requires further research. I’m afraid I must get back to work now.”
“Yes, I understand. Thank you Commander James Flanigan.”
*** ON VEEAGHAGH IV ***
With two teams now at work around him, the el aurian had little actual work to do other than coordination and supervision. They were tasks that he used to find frustrating; to be there but doing nothing, rather someone else do it and he be hard at work. But slowly he’d grown accustomed to it. People often told him it had come with age, but he wasn’t so sure. He was still young, very young, for his species and he knew that true maturity wouldn’t come for another hundred years or so. By which time he’d better be an Admiral, otherwise he’d worry about where he’d gone wrong.
He was listening to the faint comm chatter to keep up to date on everything when he heard the soft bleeping of his communicator.
“Go ahead.” Flanigan reappeared on his sleeve. “Commander, I’ve spoken with the Veeagha and they request that we keep contact with the dead to a minimum until their,” the counsellor glanced down at some notes, “Assembly of Fathers meet to discuss the proper procedure for ensuring the rituals and ceremonies are adhered to. And they re-stressed their need for help.”
Q2 cursed under his breath. Not only had politicians got involved, slowing everything down, but they were religious politicians at that. He appreciated it had its place, but war, even war on infection was certainly not one of them. “Understood, we will just keep trying to identify them, but otherwise leave them alone.” He paused for a few seconds as he thought. “There isn’t much more we can do here. I’ll take the team to another town; can you have coordinates of a suitable location passed to the transporter chief? We have a survivor; a young boy, we’ll beam him up to sickbay for analysis. It might be useful for you to supervise him; he’s very likely to be distressed. I’ll keep Storey and Bennet down here.”
"Of course colonel," James replied, glad that he was able to get off the bridge. He was getting increasingly uncomfortable, especially since he knew he wasn't designed for command. Sure, he'd done his tour as first officer but had quickly gone back to doing what he did best: being a counselor.
Except that, lately he felt somewhat useless. People on the planet were dying from something mysterious and the longer their own people were down there, the greater the risk to them. "Be careful colonel," he warned. Not just because he was concerned for the whole team, which of course he was, but it was a little personal interest as well. The colonel had caught his attention, in more ways than one, even though he hadn't yet pursued any interest at all. He was being overly careful on that front, not wanting to get himself burned again. That, and he had his 14-year old daughter Antoinette to consider.
"Ah, I have an idea that might help sir," he added, a smile appearing on his otherwise worried face. "It's a long shot, but it might help the boy along. I'll report back in when I have more news. Flanigan out."
Within minutes, the child would be transported straight to sickbay and James professed to be there when he did. Still smiling slightly, he tapped his combadge. "Toni, please meet me in sickbay immediately, I need your assistance on something." He knew his daughter would want to help and he was sure she could be too.
"Sure dad," the girl answered after a moment of silence, though her tone was questioning, curious at best.
When he approached sickbay, the teenage girl was already waiting. "What is it dad?" she asked, clearly worried, "you're not hurt are you?" She walked up, briefly embracing her father, checking him up and down.
Returning the hug, he shook his head. "No, but there's a child coming from the surface. He'll be frightened and I'll need to examine him. Miss Bennett believes he's pathogen free, but we'll have to see. I need you to help me in keeping him comfortable. You up for that?"
Antoinette Flanigan nodded severely. "Sure dad," she repeated, stepping up to the double doors, which opened upon her approach. She gasped when she spotted the boy. His eyes were dark with emotion, almost as black as his hair, which was tousled in every direction. His clothes were dirty and bedraggled, but otherwise he appeared fine. "Dad?"
"His name is Gerian," he informed her, "and my guess is he's about ten standard years old." He took his daughter by the hand and together they walked forward. "Hello Gerian," he said softly, crouching before him, "my name is James and this is my daughter Toni. You're aboard the Black Tulip now and I promise that no-one will harm you."
Carefully, he lifted the boy onto the biobed, still holding his hand. "Computer, activate EMH." Once activation was complete, James nodded towards the child. "Complete medical check-up." He released the boy's hand. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised, "the doctor needs to examine you. After that, we'll talke you to our mess hall. I'm sure you're hungry?"
Antoinette smiled encouragingly. "And I'll show you my favourite food too," she added in promise, her accent strong as she spoke. "Would you like that?"
L'Ola wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of one of the 'survivors' being on board the ship. After all, there were many more people who currently appeared to be okay still down on the surface. But as a scientist she recognised that the potential benefits were immense. Still...
"Ensign" she called over the security officer on bridge duty, "Please can you ensure that the whole sickbay area is off limits? Anyone who has been in there since our guest arrived will have to stay there for now. Thanks"
Definitely better to be safe than sorry. Weird though, she couldn't help but think that this command thing had changed her a lot, almost making her paranoid beyond her scientific curiosity. Or it could be a protective instinct because of Lucy...
She interrupted her own train of thought, this was not the time for self analysis. "Do we have any more information about where the disease is spreading?" she asked Hancock.
"Negative, Commander. There doesn't seem to be a pattern, it's not spreading like anything we've seen before."
This was what L'Ola had suspected, although it didn't make it any nicer to hear. "Could you get down to the Labs and run some simulations? Knowing where it's going could help us work out how it's getting there."
Hancock wasn't all that impressed with this, "We already concluded it doesn't match anything we've seen."
L'Ola smiled half-heartedly, "So try something we haven't seen. Think of it as a game, mix previous ones together or something."
"Yes Sir" He still didn't seem all that convinced, but went to run the simulations anyway. While Kanz knew that with the little data they had he'd have to get very lucky, at least she felt they were doing something.
Next step was the people on the ground. "Kanz to away team"
=/\= Q2 here =/\=
"Commander, how are things going down there? Would it be practical to leave Ensign Bennett in charge of a clean up team there and for you to take another one investigating?"
Proverbially pulling the last of his hair out, Hancock slammed his hand down onto the console. There was simply no discernible pattern to the spread of the virus. It simply seemed to pop up hither and thither, and then spread like wildfire within that area. He had run it against all known viral spread maps, and added random elements to the systems, and yet still nothing was coming up. He’d even been scanning the planet to try and factor in any geographic elements such as rivers and temperature variations. He frowned and started tapping lightly on his console again to run another scenario through it.
*** ON VEEAGHAGH IV: Q2 ***
=/\= - Kanz to away team. - Q2 here. - Commander, how are things going down there? Would it be practical to leave Ensign Bennett in charge of a clean up team there and for you to take another one investigating? - Aye ma’am, we’ve already got a location in mind. - Let me know how it goes Commander. Kanz out. =/\=
A few minutes later, the el aurian and his team had reappeared in a medium sized town, and this time it was quickly apparent that the virus was at large. It was also, thankfully, evident that radiation had not been considered as an option. Q2 quickly directed the medical team to spread around, and a core of them to set up a clinic of sorts. As they got themselves ready, he took a couple of security officers with him for a quick recce around the town.
His forehead furrowed as the railway station came into view. He tapped his commbadge quickly.
=/\= - Q2 to Bennett, refresh my memory. What line is the railway station on back there? - I’ll get someone to check.
The comm line carried the faint noise of people chattering for a few seconds, and then the reply came back solidly.
- Garden line. You got the same? - Changing station for Garden and Intercity. I’ll get Hancock to add public transport into his simulation. =/\=
*** ON THE SHIP: HANCOCK ***
Having just got off the comm system, Hancock quickly edited the standard viral spread map to include public transport, with the rail network as a primary carrier route. It took mere seconds for the computer to return him an 87% match ratio; more than enough to indicate a clear trend. Excitedly, he turned to their commanding officer.
“Commander Kanz, I think I’ve found something. It seems to be travelling primarily via the railways. Its impossible to tell for sure, but I would suggest that it is not merely infected persons boarding trains and spreading it, but rather that an agent or even person is on certain trains, and is releasing the virus either at certain stations, or even just onto a small number of people leaving the train. I haven’t yet been able to track any specific potential routes, but it is being computed at the moment.”
The town was obviously a pretty one. In fact, from all the advertising boards that were scattered around, it was apparent that the whole of the Garden line was very pretty. Appropriate really. However, the appearance was currently lost on everybody but Q2. The entire population was currently housed in a few locations; one holding those showing advanced symptoms, one with those displaying early symptoms, and then an array of what was evidently educational accommodation was holding the rest. Q2 thanked his lucky stars that it was the spring break and the university wasn’t full; that wouldn’t be the case everywhere though.
While it had taken a great deal of arguing with the local politicians to even allow them to set this up, Q2 feared that it wasn’t nearly enough. They were currently encamped in one medium sized town, while most of the rest of the planet was coming down with the same virus. The most important aspect of their work was finding a cure, or at least an inoculation for the virus, but neither was forth coming yet. Dr Storey was working himself into the ground, and to his credit, he was slowing the spread and onset. But as yet, no breakthrough.
"I haven’t yet been able to track any specific potential routes, but it is being computed at the moment."
Having been sat bolt-upright from the moment Hancock had started to talk, Kanz now stood up and started walking around. "It's definitely a step in the right direction, good work. Keep talking to the away team and the locals down there." She started to head off the Bridge.
"Are you leaving?" Hancock queried, a little confused that Kanz wasn't trying to look over his shoulder as the simulations ran.
"You're doing as much as you can tracking the virus, I think it's time for me to suit up and talk to our guest in sickbay..."
As she entered sickbay, Kanz didn't exactly get an excited welcome - not an unexpected response given she'd confined everyone there with no notice. The EMH seemed to be running some tests in the adjoininglab, while Commander Flanigan and his daughter were sat at opposite ends of a biobed. Moving closer, Kanz saw a small boy sat between the pair. *So you're the reason I'm dressed like an idiot and unpopular with the medical staff* she thought.
"Sorry to interrupt your conversation, Counselor, but I was wondering if you could introduce me to our young friend here."
The two Flanigan's exchanged a worried glance, clearly they had been trying to reassure the child that he was safe with them. "This is Gerian," Flanigan turned back to the boy, "Gerian, this is L'Ola. She's trying to help you too."
After mentally wincing at hearing someone refer to her by her first name whilst on duty, Kanz stepped closer to the boy. "Gerian, do you remember anything that happened before you came here?"
Gerian seemed to stare intently at the wall, without actually looking at anything. Either he didn't know anything or he was too shocked to say. "I want my brother. He said he'd look after me. Where's my brother?"
Commander Flanigan looked increasingly worried, and Kanz shared his concern. The chances were that Gerian's brother was dead, either from the disease or the radiation. But there was no use telling him this until they could confirm it. "Where did you last see your brother?" Kanz asked, "Maybe we could help you find him."
"We went to the station. Tag wouldn't let me get on the train. He said I had to stay there and he would be back soon to look after me. He said I would be safe if I didn't go with him." Obviously drained from having said so much in a numb state, Gerian curled up into a ball on the biobed.
Kanz nodded a farewell to the Counselor, and then quickly left sickbay. As soon as she had taken her isolation suit off she tapped her comm badge. "Kanz to Q2"
=/\= Q2 here =/\=
"We're going to send you some details of a civilian to look for down there. I know it won't be easy, but we really need to know where he is, and if he's dead or alive..."
Acknowledging his orders, Q2 waited for the apparent eternity that it took for the profile to be loaded up onto his PADD. It was bewildering that in all his years in Starfleet, this loading time seemed to be the only constant. Instead of using the leaps and bounds they were making in technology to allow the time to be shortened, they decided instead to try and put more and more information in the profiles. The upshot of that was that even with the newer faster technology (which each new version was advertised as) all you ended up getting was the same damned speeds with more useless information. It didn’t even take photos either. Typical.
He glanced down once more to see the small federation logo rotating slowly on its axis, indicating that the PADD was still working, and hadn’t in fact crashed. Underneath the word ‘Loading’ was neatly displayed, and then underneath that were three small dots that periodically flashed, further displaying apparent activity. Perhaps if they didn’t spend so much effort on getting all of that to display, the loading time might be cut down slightly. It probably didn’t help that he’d forgotten to put the blasted thing on charge the previous night and as such the battery emblem was also flashing. He sighed.
The PADD seemed to take this show of resignation as its signal to get a move on and, in a burst of excitement, the details of the person he was to find appeared. They weren’t worth the wait.
Tag, late teens, average height and build, dark hair, dark eyes, possibly brown.
Things had been much simpler in the marines. There someone could have probably told you that kind of information in words. Or at least noises that were nearly words.
The el-aurian slid the PADD back into its pouch, realising too late that he’d failed to lock the screen before he did so. By the time he’d scrambled it back out again, it had already attempted to connect to three different databases, one of which he was sure he’d get some kind of reprimand for merely knowing about. Taking care to lock the screen this time, he replaced it once more within its pouch.
Given the timeframes involved, and the connection with the child on the ship, it was obvious enough to surmise that the infection had started from the village they had initially visited, and was thus travelling away, presumably following the path of this Tag. So all they had to do was work out where he was going next. Or more properly, a few more stops along the line than that. All they had to do to work that out was work out what his motives were. Simple.
New plan maybe. Stop all trains and public transport and then have them all isolated and searched. Come to think of it why, when there was a deadly infectious disease about, hadn’t they already been cancelled? Some governments just weren’t born to govern. He frowned, his eyebrows arching together to meet somewhere a few millimetres above his nose. That would still be too many trains to search; they’d have to narrow the area down still. So back to working out his motives.
Rubbing his eyes, Gaz bumped into a fellow crew mate in the corridor almost spilling his coffee. "Excuse me," Gaz said in a sleepy tone. Walking on he felt as if sleep just wouldn't surrender to the inevitable duty shift that was approaching. He didn't understand why his alarm didn't work thus causing the call from the bridge that woke him. He also heard several members of the crew talking about how the whole ship seemed to be slow and drowsy itself.
Sitting behind his station he thought if anything had changed from his last shift - it hadn't. Still in orbit with very little work for a CNO to do, in fact he just wanted to 'call in' if he thought it would work. Checking sensor logs reviled the same boring results. Then he noticed several missing entries where the reason code explained a processing time out for the missing data. He knew something was going on - his first thought was that other stations stealing time from his processors for this test or that. Asking around he learned that all stations had the same problem. In fact the entire PADD system seemed impossible to work with for the past twenty-four hours.
Starting his tasks assigned for this shift he started the first. Testing warp field generator that was customary for long stays in orbit, he took the current ships status and surrounding space readings from sensors and entered all the data into the simulator. All was going well until he noticed the warp field simulated results were not correct. Searching for the answer, he found the cause - theta radiation - sourced from the planet. Looking at the past readings he noticed the amount had increased by 4 in the past seventy-two hours, which explained the ships recent groggy characteristics.
Reporting his findings to the shift commander, "Sir, I believe I know the reason for the ships processing latency. Theta radiation from the planet has increased by 4 times based on the reading from the past 72 hours. I suggest we adjust shields," that were not being used at all in orbit, "to reduce the amount that the ship's crew and our systems are exposed. We may need to scan for any subspace events as this type of radiation may cause. I also suggest we warn the away teams and the Doctor of these findings."
*So there's a civilian roaming around a planet, potentially trying to kill people by infecting them with a disease or possibly just quite a strange brother. I have two away teams on that planet for whom I am fully responsible and have to hope none of them decide to do something stupid or heroic. The ship's computers are playing up, as they always do when they think there is so much going on they can get away with it. And then to top it all off..*
"SIR!" Hancock shouted, less than a metre away from Kanz. Clearly he had been trying to get her attention for some time. "Commander Flanigan has given me some more background information on the boy in sickbay, places he remembers and such."
"And?" Kanz was still a little distracted and wanted to get back to worrying as soon as possible.
The Science Officer looked a little confused but carried on regardless, "And I was able to add this infornation to my simulation. I believe I can speculate where our Mr Tag has been so far and in what order, therefore I can..."
"Work out where he should be next?" Kanz finished. "How many sites have you narrowed it down to?"
"Four so far"
Kanz nodded, this might actually be a breakthrough. "Get the information to Q2 and the other away team. And someone try to find out more about what this guy looks like!"
Meanwhile, James and Antoinette had taken 10-year old Gerian down to the mess hall. The counselor studied the boy as he ferociously attacked the plate of French fries, chicken and apple compôte that was set before him. To James, who looked on with a bemused smile on his face, it seemed as though the child hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. Insofar fries constituted a decent meal, of course.
Beside him, his daughter ate at a more sedate pace, graciously dipping a fry in the compôte before sticking it in her mouth. "Gerian, do you have any siblings?" the girl suddenly asked. She looked up at her father, who nodded quietly while sipping his coffee.
Chewing madly, the boy nodded. "Browtew," he murmured around his stuffed mouth.
"What?" The girl giggled. "Swallow first, talking with your mouth full is bad manners. Isn't it dad?"
James nodded. "Quite so. What did you say Gerian?"
The boy swallowed a few times, looking a little guilty. "I have a brother," he replied, "but I haven't seen him in a long while. Not since..." He looked down as tears started to spill over.
"Awww, don't cry. Please don't cry." Tony looked up at her father again. "I'm sorry."
"Nothing you did honey. You didn't know." He pulled the younger child onto his lap, cradling him. "It's all right now. You'll be all right. We'll do our best to save your mother."'
Tony reached out to him. "I don't have a mother," she informed the boy, "and I never knew my mother either."
Now, it was James' turn to swallow. Though eleven years ago now, he still felt the pain. "Your mother still lives but I don't know where she is. If you want, when you're older, we'll seek her out." He sighed. "Tony had two fathers," he explained, "though she was too young to remember him."
"Two fathers?" Gerian looked up. "How's that possible?"
James was aware of the two children staring at him in surprise. He'd never considered telling his daughter like this, but now he seemed to have little choice. She was old enough to know and perhaps understand. "It is possible because I did not have a wife, but a husband," he replied calmly, "and he died when Tony was still very young." He wouldn't tell her like this she also had a twin sister, who had died with her other father. He couldn't do it, no matter how much he desired to. It was best, for now.
"How did he die?" the boy asked, clearly interested. "Was he sick like mother?"
Shaking his head, James sighed and drained the last of his coffee, cradling the mug while still cradling the boy. "No," he replied, "he was killed in a fire." He felt arms being wrapped around him, then another set added to them. He smiled sadly. "Thank you. Tell me more about your brother. Is he like you? Talkative? Inquisitive?"
Gerian giggled following Tony's earlier example. "No," he replied, "he's very quiet, and into himself. Doesn't have a lot of friends but stayed out late every evening. It drove mother to the end of her patience. He's 18, so he can do what he wants, he said to me. I don't know where he is, but he's very smart. He knows a lot about biology, I think he could be a doctor if he wanted to be." Tilting his head back, he stared at the man holding him. "Are you a doctor? You wear the same colour as the doctors who are with my mother."
"Of a sort," James replied, "of a sort. I try to help people in a different way, by talking to them, and having them talk to me, like you are now."
"Oh." He finished his meal. "Can we go play?"
James nodded for Tony to take him to the holodeck. "I'll join you later, I've something else to do first." As the children took off, he headed to the bridge, a worried frown creasing his brow. "Commander, I think we are in serious trouble. Gerian has a brother, and he doesn't know where he is. However, he fits the profile of a stereotype problem child. A true genius at the age of 18, under appreciated, misunderstood, and lonely. Ideal for someone who wants to use someone like that for illegal practices." He sighed. "You should inform Colonel Q2."
The Operations Officer slid his eyes across his PADD carefully, taking in all the details on the four sites. The first look had been enough to confirm that they would need more men on the planet, while the second and third perusments had made him realise just how many more they would need. Luckily however, one of the sites was only a short distance from his current location. He reflected that generally these things panned out with the 'hero' of the story coincidentally nearby; so maybe it would be his lucky day. Of course, it might turn out that Ensign Jolan Cral was today's hero, and right at this moment a budding author was penning her story. That'd suck, Q2 thought ruefully; Cral wasn't even attractive: she'd make an awful hero.
Despite the lack of captivating features, he placed Ensign Cral in charge of the team to search one of the three other locations. He did however assign her team to the least likely of the three. Of course, by doing so, it was entirely possible that he was increasing her prosaic value. He didn't really care.
Twenty minutes later, the marine's commbadge chirped happily. Q2 frowned at it less happily; he'd had no luck finding Mr Tag. He growled a welcome, and then frowned even less happily: it was Ensign Cral.
“Sir,” she whispered, “We've got a visual on the perp. He's just waiting for another train change. Permission to intercept?”
A brief desire to tell her to wait for back-up was quelled when Q2 remembered that he'd assigned five other members of the security team to her detail, and one of those was a marine. He sighed and made a futile curse to the Great Storyteller in the Sky.
“Permission granted, maintain radio contact.”
There was a slightly pause, during which Q2 could hear fabric noises: they were drawing their weapons. Then; running footsteps, shouting, some gun-fire. Everything got confused, a couple of screams, a hiss, more gun-fire.
“Sir, he's releasing some gas, he's armed with a small phaser.”
“Take him down, just take him down.”
More gun-fire. Screams. A slight silence. More screams and wailing.
“Target down. Civilians injured, the gas seems to have accelerated effects. Think we were in the target area. Requesting advice.”
Q2 cursed more loudly, and not just to the Storyteller this time. =/\=Q2 to Black Tulip, emergency beam out of Gamma team to holodeck 2. Initiate quarantine procedure and request immediate medical attention, six friendlies have been heavily exposed. =/\=
Striding along the corridors of the Black Tulip, Commodore Jira held back a small grin at the amusing incongruity of the scene. Alongside him and matching him easily pace for pace the ship’s operations officer was debriefing him on the mission that they had just concluded. On the other side, the ship’s first officer was struggling, switching between a fast walk and a jog to keep pace. Being new to the Black Tulip, Jira had arrived in the final few hours of the hunt for ‘Mr Tag’ and had opted to take a back seat and officially take over from Commander Kanz the following day.
He hadn’t fully approved of the methods used to “take down” the terrorist; being one rung below the Admiralty in the fleet brought with it a greater sense of propriety. Or at least, that’s what he told people. When ‘Mr Tag’ – Jira made a mental note to find out the guy’s real name – had been dealt with, the gas which had been released had infected a number of the Black Tulip’s officers as well as dozens of civilians. The gas had been ‘improved’ from earlier attacks, and along with accelerated onset, it was causing the medical team some difficulties in curing.
“Colonel, what is the word from the planet’s government?”
The marine’s face contorted slightly. “Officially they are acting coolly toward us, and while stopping short of demanding their people back have certainly made implications that we have ‘taken’ them. Unofficially, they are fully supportive of us and have made some requests for additional aid. Their..” He glanced at his PADD, but L’Ola provided the term for him; “Assembly of Fathers”.
“Thank you. Yes, their Assembly of Fathers is meeting at the moment, they’re expected to give emergency powers to the planet’s police department to conduct ‘the required rituals and ceremonies’ for the dead. Hancock is a special guest at the meeting, and we are also expected to get limited powers to aid them.”
“So officially they don’t want us to have their crew and help at the moment, but unofficially they do, and officially they soon will?”
Kanz nodded her head each way and that as she followed the statement. “Yes. Exactly sir.”
“I love aliens.” Jira mused, a Trill standing next to an El-Aurian and a Betazoid.
Commodore Harrias Jira
And miles to go before I sleep
"Hailing frequencies open"
Deis Irae: Wanna offer my apologies for being so sparce of posting lately. Lots going on with a bit of rp/writers block on top of it all. Working on getting back into the swing of things. Thanks for those not giving up on me.
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