That completes the week of 8-14. Looking great! Compile summary Your adoring CSO ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - Ready Room - CO - Dr. Terry Markstein) (USS Mystique, Cloaking Control Room, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1311) (USS Mystique, Across from Marine Quarters, Ensigns George Jackson and Povloc, Security- 1333) (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1341) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Begin compile Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - Ready Room - CO - Dr. Terry Markstein) Terry listened to Angeni relay the status of the injured, then nodded at the assessment. Angeni explained the effects of the Red Shepen. Terry was caught a little off guard when the other doctor nodded at her to explain what she had done with the ventilation system. Terry sat up straighter and nodded at the group, including the captain. "As mentioned, Angeni concocted an excellent vapor form of the drug that could be diffused through the ventilation system. We used the jeffries tube below the cargo bay to attach a diffuser spray to two vent covers. A level ten force field concentrated around the ventilation covers on the sides and ceilings. We also set up a force field on each side of the jeffries tube to prevent the fumes from spreading as we dispersed it." Terry dipped her head at Angeni in respect. "My task was not nearly as difficult nor as complicated as Dr. Windsong-Trommashere's work, but I'm pleased to report it had the desired result. No trace of the herb was found in air system outside of the cargo bay. The cargo bay has since been flushed of all traces as well." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique, Cloaking Control Room, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1311) "There is no room for variance. Everything has to be perfect." said the OPS man, referring to the cloaking system. "Questions? Comments?" he asked of the two officers, Garrett and Bartok. "Any hint as to what type of abberant program we're looking for, sir?" asked the aOPS. He scrolled through the information that had been collected on the virus. "It appears to be a self propagating virus with no specific design or original target. It is as if it moves through the system until it makes contact with any number of pre-designated systems. It then modifies itself and attacks. Not necessarily the most dangerous of viruses, but potentially far reaching. We were lucky. The lock down seems to have limited the viruses reach." "Yessir," replied Garrett. "Is there any possibility that the virus could have been inserted somewhere else then spread into the cloaking system." "More of a likelihood than a possibility." he replied. "The boarding parties were not able to take cloaking control. That means that this virus could have made its way into this sub-system via any number of other systems. We will need to purge, not only the cloaking systems, but the entire computer network of any traces of this virus. Reverse engineer the original viral script. Then, with the base program, work our way out into other sub-systems until you track down all possible variants of the virus. This is no doubt going to be an arduous task, and I'm sure that I don't need to remind either of you that we are on a very limited time schedule." "Sir," began the Klingon. "If you don't mind I would like to start with the viral possibilities." "Good." replied the chief of Operations as he handed over the PADD containing the data. "Let's get to work." He headed off to check on the repairs already well under way, stopped short, turned and added with a soft smile. "Oh, and Gentlemen. Thank you." "Thanks are not necessary Lieutenant. It is our duty." came the reply that would be expected from a Klingon. "But in any case, you are welcome." The second part was much more unexpected. Had a Klingon and a ch'Rihan ever been so cordial towards each other? It was something that HHril would ponder over a bottle of Romulan Ale... but at a later, more appropriate date. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique, Across from Marine Quarters, Ensigns George Jackson and Povloc, Security- 1333) George Jackson was standing his watch next to the Marine barracks. Not for the first time George laughed to himself about the double watch kept here. Two Star Fleet security watching Two Marines. ~ We’re watching them, watching us, watching them… and were both on the same side~. Povloc, Jackson's Andorian partner, heard him chuckle. "What is amusing?" Povloc asked with the high-pitched accent common to his race. His antenae twitched slightly -- a nervous reaction brought on by inactivity. Andorians were not know for their patience. As a race they tended to be "physically expressive" and commonly preferred action to sitting and waiting. Suddenly bursting from the quiet came a call on both his and Povloc’s com badges. =/\= ALL OFF DUTY AND NON ESSINTIAL SECURITY TO REPORT TO SECURITY OFFICE IMEADIATLY=/\= George looked to his blue companion and said “Guess that means us. This is about the most unessential post on the ship”. He waved at the two Marines standing their watch and said “See you guys later.” Povloc noted the urgency in the officers voice. "Maybe now we can have some fun," Povloc said, one side of his thin mouth curling into a savoring smile. He fell in stride with his partner as they moved off to the turbo-lift. His fleshy antennae twitched in anticipation of a more exciting duty. Jackson ordered the lift to Deck 15. Once there they noticed a large group of their fellow SEC Guards gathered in the office, the officer on watch was issuing instructions. “Sir” George spoke up, Are to we assume Ensign Dema is hurt and down, or is there something else? The Officer on Watch replied again that Dema was missing and was to be found and taken into protective custody at all cost. He also stated that the officers were to take out type two Phasers and tricorders to assist in their search and to report findings to Hhrill, Capt Winters or Ma. Lee ONLY. Searching to be done in two man teams and to be sure to check the nooks and crannies. If it looked to small for a mouse to hide in check it anyways. ------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1341) The swish of the doors signaled the arrival of the turbolift opening on the bridge. HHril's eyes darted up from the PADD he now carried. All day and all night he had spent his time going over reports on repair time and the such. This PADD was very, very different. Before leaving the TAC/SC office, HHril had downloaded any and all information on Ensign Jason Dema. Everything from service records to last known co-ordinates on the young man. He would be found... one way or another. From his personal experience with the young man, he had seen a competent officer... though rough around the edges. Had he been deceived? Had they all? He approached the Ready Room door and instinctively hit the bell without looking up from his PADD. The muffled voice of the CO, from the other side of the door signaled to 'OK' to enter. He hit a second button and another set of doors swished open. This time, HHril looked up from the PADD to see the CO with her ever present body guard. "Captain." he offered as a greeting as he strode into the room and stood opposite her. "You wanted to see me?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End compile