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USS Eagle, NCC 2185
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Title: Eye of Evil , Part Four
Location: USS Eagle
Setting: Bridge
Excellent, send out probes and set up the away missions," the Captain replied.
"Aye, sir. Depending on the shape she's in, we might be able to find
some heavy repair equipment on the mining ship," said LCDR Unstoffe
"Start there then. Make sure we get any computer logs that might be able
to help us identify what has happened. Send in a party to check it out and
recover anything useful. Tell them to be careful. We don't know
what these aliens may have done to the other ships."
"Aye," the Commander acknowledged as he made away team assignments and uploaded
the scans of the ships into the shuttle's computer.
The CMO looked at the Captain to see if he was finished. She decided it was
time to get back to work and stop having fun with him. "In any case, whether
to get the injection or not is your decision. If it causes complications,
they could be quite grave," she continued as deadly serious as she had been
jolly just moments ago.
The Captain thought at the CMO as she taught him to keep the bridge crew
from hearing how bad the situation was.
~~Here's the status of the ship and her people: The Eagle is dead in space
- a space we don't even know where or what it is. A space that we don't know
how to escape or where we'd end up if we do. Whatever we hit, it took
out many of our supplies and extra parts. We will have to find or manufacture
a large number of parts to get the ship running again. At least one-third
of the crew is unaccounted for. The XO is critically injured and not
expected to make it. Many of our top scientists and doctors are Vulcans.
There's a fair number of them as well who could sub as engineers, but they
are already working on the wrong side of this puzzle we are in . . . ~
He paused and took a breath.
~~On your patient's end, I don't know how much of this more I can take. I
need some relief from the aliens and I'd really like to stop being a potential
threat to the ship and mission we are on, ~ he added with the wry sense of
humor he was known for.
The CMO looked hard and worriedly at him. She did not know the situation
was so bad, but she did not want him to take this risk.
The Captain saw her concern and replied jokingly to ease it, ~~ You need
not worry. I have personally experienced mutations and never want to do that
again. I like being me and human and want to stay that way. ~
~The decision is unfortunately easy. There is no other choice. It is done,~~
he finished matter-of-factly.
CMO replied softly, "As you wish, but I will feel terrible if this causes
you any more problems than you already have."
The CO resumed the conversation out loud. "Proceed. Your concern is noted
and thank you," he said a bit stiffly hoping to underscore his need to end
the conversation. He was not going to debate this anymore. He had no other
options and he felt it was best to just to forge on ahead.
The Doctor nodded and said, "Roll up your sleeve, please."
Captain Kematsopoulos did so promptly. The doctor hesitated for a moment,
and then administered the hypospray.
"How long until it works?" the Captain asked.
The CMO easily read into his question the implication. "He means, 'How long
until I feel better?'," she thought to herself.
"It will have to go through your system . . . it may be half an hour to an
hour or so," she answered.
The CO resumed the nonverbal conversation and stared at her thinking, ~That
long??~
"I'm sorry, but it's all up to your bloodstream now. It may start working
within 20 minutes, or it may take an hour and a half. There's no way
of knowing. I'd give you something more for the pain and headaches but you
are already maxed out," she replied softly.
The CO inhaled and exhaled. "OK. Please finish the injections and get me
a report on who is fit for duty. We need to start getting materials for repairs,"
he ordered politely, picking up the data padd to look at it again.
Nouri had hoped the injection would work faster than that. He wanted his
head clear. Right now it was full of light and sound and the struggle against
permitting the aliens to take him over was giving him headaches, making him
nauseous, and physically ill. He hoped he could hold out but told the CSEC
to stun him if he could not. "Twenty minutes," he repeated to himself silently
as he picked up the padd.
The CMO stepped away from the Captain. She raised her voice to the bridge
crew and waved the hypospray.
"OK, people, line up!" she ordered in a voice of volume and authority that
went way beyond her less than five foot frame.
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