USS ANUBIS - Mission 12
Post # Character Title
001 Morningstar One Report After Another
Details of an urgent mission are given
002 Paquette A Friendly Confrontation
Sonja confronts Ya'Han about what is going on
003 Ya'Han Nursing Her Wounds
Satella visits Ya'Han to talk about their mission
004 Bruxa Elusive Simplicity
Satella can't sleep and runs into Tanith
005 Shar'El Tracking
While in the IGC Shar'El tracks people and events
006 Ya'Han Broken Routine
Ya'Han gets accostumed to her new role
007 Stark Uncertain Future
Shar'El appraoches Jayson with an idea
008 Satella Late Morning
Satella wakes and rushed to Sickbay
009 Lopez Being Someone Else
Adriana is called to help Jayson and Shar'El
010 Morningstar Darker Horizons
The ANUBIS leaves NA
011 Maya Never As Easy As It Seems
Shar'El and Maya report to Erik
012 Shar'El Tactical Assessment
Shar'El explains her plan to Erik
013 Bruxa Unforgiving Time
Satella is concerned about Maya
014 Lopez A Matter of Perspective
Adriana and Jayson work in the holodeck
015 Maya Time For A Breakthrough
Maya looks into using time against the shadow virus
M12-P001: USS ANUBIS: Morningstar: 33118.2100 ("One Report After Another")
"One Report After Another"
Previous posts (ANU) "Unexpected Damage" / (BAS) "New Purpose"

“Declare the past, diagnose the present, foretell the future.” 
― Hippocrates

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Captain's Ready Room
Stardate: 33118.2100

The Native American sat at his desk, reports on the state of the repairs to the ANUBIS coming in faster than he could read them. It seemed that Admiral Koniki had called upon every able body to get the ship back to full operative status so that Erik could not use that as an excuse for them to not go on their next mission. Whatever the Captain's thoughts were on this, the evidence made it clear that this was not a simple dealing or a simple virus.

According to another set of reports, these ones from Doctor Bruxa and Commander Maya, that idea was confirmed to the highest and scariest level. The virus they were to help investigate was something the likes of which had never been seen before. Added to two simple words from the initial report transmitted to Admiral Koniki, there was no denying that the situation was urgent, to say the least.  A cold shiver swept through the body of the Native American as he recalled those two words which when used together were exceptionally scary -- shadow properties.

Those words were enough to make Erik want to delay going on this latest mission, and at the same time, they were the driving force to see everyone do everything they could to get the ANUBIS where it needed to be. Time was of the essence and as much as the repairs were being performed at a neck-break pace, the Native American could not help but wonder if it all would be fast enough. When dealing with the Lokustaar, uncertainty was the one thing that could be counted upon no matter the situation.

The door to the Captain's Ready Room suddenly opened without warning to allow the Chief Engineer to explode into the room. "I can't handle this," Sonja exclaimed before starting to pace from side to side in front of the sitting man. "There are hundreds of engineers working on every section of the ship. I don't think there is a single panel left in place. Everything has been move, fixed or replaced, and I don't mean on just the outside of the ship either."

"I thought you would feel good about this," Erik pointed out. "You did mention in some of your earlier reports the need to refresh the ANUBIS."

"Of course, but that was as long as *I* did it," Sonja clarified. "Right now I have absolutely no control over what is being done where. Things are being changed without even my knowing about it. I walk down a corridor one moment to see all of the panels have been removed, then when I go back less than an hour later the whole corridor appears brand new.  It has come to the point where I can't even tell that this is the ANUBIS."

"According to the reports on the repairs, at least those that I have the chance to read through, all of the work is design to leave the ANUBIS looking and functioning as it was. The Admiral simply wishes to have us be at our best possible operating level," the Native American explained to the visibly upset woman who did not seem to care what the Captain had to say.

"The look of the ship will be the same, that's not the issue here. They are ripping apart *my* ship and making her feel like something entirely different. Replacing a panel here and there allows for the feel of the ship to remain relatively intact as the new parts take on the feel of the others. Right now, there is not enough of the original parts left for the ANUBIS to make it feel like her. I might as well be on another ship that just looks like her. Nothing about anything I touch feels right."

"Sonja," Erik said as he stood from his chair and made his way around the desk in order to speak more directly with his agitated Chief Engineer. "I know how this feels, but you have to understand that there is no choice. This had to be done to allow us to get back into action as quickly as possible. The Lokustaar did inflict a great deal of damage. All I can do is to suggest that you focus more on the heart of the ship instead of its body. The outer hull, as well as several inner sections, may have been completely replaced, but there are still a great many areas that have not been touched."

The look in Sonja's eyes hinted that she wanted to scream, to argue, to claim that the man knew nothing of what he was talking about, but the redhead engineer could still recall through her anger that Erik had been in her shoes at some point in his career. Just as she was about to say something, the Chief Medical Officer appeared in the opened doorway prompting both officers to look at her in a somewhat uncomfortable manner.

"Sorry," Doctor Bruxa said. "The door was open and I have an urgent report to give to the Captain."

"Is it about the virus and the outpost?" Erik asked while silently thinking that this was the last thing he needed; yet another report.

"Yes and no," the Doctor replied handing over the PADD.

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Observation Lounge
Stardate: 33118.2130

The senior staff had gathered for an emergency briefing as per the Captain's request. Clearly, something had happened.

"The profile of our next mission has changed," the Native American said, not bothering with any pleasantries.

"As the virus progressed through the outpost?" Maya asked, indicating that the Chief Science Officer was unaware as to the reason for this emergency meeting. "I thought a full quarantine was established to make sure that it could not spread beyond the initial infected members."

"The medical frigate that was dispatched to RELAY OUTPOST SIGMA 385, and which we were supposed to join, reported that the entire outpost had fallen. There are no survivors," Satella sadly reported, knowing that the Doctor who had sent the initial report was part of the casualties.  "Somehow, the virus breached quarantine and within a few hours infected the entire outpost. Sensor logs from the medical frigate showed no life signs or remains. Everyone just vanished."

"That sounds freakishly familiar," the Chief of Operations said, his voice possessing a tone of inner sadness that had never been there before. "Could it be the same thing that happened on the orbital station and research facility of TAU OMEGA?"

"No way to tell," Doctor Bruxa reported. "All we have so far is the initial report from the medical frigate which is under direct orders not to have anyone set foot on the outpost."

"Makes sense," Ensign Jones noted, the FCO appearing a little troubled by the changes in the situation.

"What are our new orders?" Shar'El inquired, knowing full well that the ANUBIS would not be allowed to just sit still after this.

"According to the travel records of RELAY OUTPOST SIGMA 385," the Native American reported, "a runabout left an hour or so before the virus was discovered. Although no official flight plan was filed, we suspect that it went to GALEMAE."

"GALEMAE?" Counselor Lopez asked. "Why GALEMAE, no one there cares about the social or political views of the rest of the Galaxy?"

"We have received confirmation that five infections of this 'shadow virus' have occurred there. As soon as they have finished with their preliminary examination of the relay outpost, the medical frigate will be heading to GALEMAE in the hopes of using whatever data they were able to collect to contain and possibly counter a possible outbreak, and this before it is too late," the Chief Medical Officer stated.

"The mission will consist of two parts; Doctor Bruxa will lead a small team and join the staff of the medical frigate. This way we will be able to keep tabs on what is going on and possibly offer additional help as we already possess some data and experience with both the virus and the Lokustaar. The rest of the crew, using the resources of the ANUBIS, will search for whoever used the runabout. Our goal will be to see if this was an accident or if the person or people are responsible for the outbreak on RELAY OUTPOST SIGMA 385 and the death of its personnel."

"Who will be accompanying Satella?" Shar'El asked, half hoping that both Jayson and Ya'Han would be selected in order to force them to resolve the shared matter that the Ullian had picked up from each.

"Given the situation, I believe it best if Commander Maya and Lieutenant Ya'Han be the ones to go with her," Erik stated. "They both can take on the identity of emergency relief nurses, this will grant Maya access to all areas and data while affording her the freedom to do some independent research. Ya'Han, I want you there to make sure nothing happens to the team should someone decide that the additional medical staff is getting in the way."

"When are we leaving?" Jayson asked, the Chief of Operations seeming to be in a rush to get underway.

"Although there are more people working on the ANUBIS then I ever thought possible, the ship won't be ready to leave until sometime tomorrow," Sonja reported. "I will do my best to stay on top of all the teams and see if we can't move things along a little fast. I am sure there are a few panels we can afford *not* replacing."

"Very well," the Native American said as he rose from his chair, "dismissed. Counselor, may I have a word with you please?"

As the rest of the senior staff exited the Observation Lounge, Adriana Lopez remained behind, worried that she had done something wrong. "Yes, Captain?"

"Just wanted to touch base with you about you helping the crew of the BASTET deal with the loss of Captain Iverson," Erik explained.

"I have spoken with the majority of the senior staff of the BASTET, and as expected each is dealing with the loss of their Captain in their own way. I believe that Commander Valentine will be able to rally them in time, the woman being a skilled officer who deeply cares for the crew even though she is not prepared to show it."

"Good," the Captain acknowledged. "I will need you to keep a closer watch on the crew of the ANUBIS. After what we dealt with on TAU OMEGA and now with the death of everyone on the RELAY OUTPOST SIGMA 385, I fear that emotions may start to get in the way."

"I will keep an eye open Captain," Adriana confirmed. "I will hand in a report before we leave to the general state of the crew based on my most recent dealings and observations."

"Thank you, Counsellor," Erik said, thinking that this was just what he didn't need; another report for him to read.

Setting: GALEMAE, Shuttle hangar
Stardate: 33118.2130

The woman known as Mordana stood in the middle of the large open space, a large black pool of black liquid stretching before her.  "Yes, the outpost was cleared. No clues as to what happened were left behind, although I suspect that it will not take the Federation a great deal of time to figure out that we moved to this planet. Their curiosity and insistence are proving to be troublesome. Maybe here, on a world that does not care about the events taking place amongst the stars, we will be able to complete our objective."

A sequence of high-pitch squeals responded to the woman's words, indicating that although she was the only one who could be seen, there were others present in the hangar.

"No worries, they won't be able to trace the runabout, at least not anymore," Mordana said, an evil grin dancing on her lips as she looked down at the pool of black liquid which was gradually flowing onto itself until it completely vanished as if never having been there in the first place. "You can go back; I will take care of this world. There are still several experiments that need to be performed before we can implement this on an even larger scale," the dark woman said opening her hand to observe a strange black ooze quickly shifting form in her palm. "Come, my little virus, we still have a great deal of work to do."

Francois Charette

Commanding Officer


Lt. Commander Elan Fairborn [Access Character BIO for Elan Fairborn]
Robotics Engineering Officer
M12-P002: USS ANUBIS: Paquette: 33118.2145 ("A Friendly Confrontation")
"A Friendly Confrontation"
previous posts were (ANU) "One Report After Another" / (BAS) "New Purpose"

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Turbolift
Stardate: 33118.2145

Sonja might have been preoccupied with the hasty repairs being made to her ship, but that did not stop her from noticing that something was wrong with her friend. Maybe it was the fact that her hair had not been quite as red as usual, or maybe because of the way she kept glancing in Jayson's direction, but there was no denying it, something was not right with Ya'Han.  That is why the redhead Engineer grabbed the Chief of Security by the arm the moment they exited the observation lounge and directed the woman to the turbolift, making sure that they would be alone for the journey.

"Where are we going?" Sonja asked of the only other occupant in the pod.

"Deck 2, Senior Officer's quarters," Ya'Han replied while doing her best not to make eye contact with her friend.

"Alright, computer, Deck 2 then hold and keep the door closed until further notice," Sonja ordered before taking hold of her friend's shoulders to make sure she would have the woman's complete and undivided attention. "Now, tell me what's going on?"

"Nothing," the woman said, trying her best to avoid her friend's inquisitive gaze.

"Listen, lass," the Chief Engineer began in a thick Scottish accent, hinting that this was both a friendly one-on-one and that she would not accept anything short of the absolute truth. "I've seen my fair share of trouble and I know when there is something wrong, and right now that something is you. I want to know what's going on and don't try telling me that it's because you are going to be playing nurse with Maya and Satella. I know you well enough to know that you are going to enjoy that, so the problem has to be elsewhere and my guess is Jayson. So spill it!"

"I don't really want to talk about it," Ya'Han sternly said, meeting her friend's gaze straight on.

"Alright, I get it, whatever he did was bad enough that you don't want me to know because I am going to rip that empty head of his clean off his shoulders," Sonja said before smiling and cracking her knuckles.

"He did nothing wrong!" The Nylaan nearly screamed as her hair shifted to reflect her mood, the sudden appearance of the bright red colour was more than enough to have the Terran take a step back, just in case.  "I'm the one who messed up, not him, so leave him alone, in fact, leave me alone. I am not in the mood for company right now, no matter how well intended it might be."

Nothing more was said letting the all-consuming silence filling the small pod. With a forceful slam of the control pad, the Chief of Security opened the doors. Seeing this, Sonja thought it best not to get in the way of her angered friend and allowed her to exit the turbolift unchallenged, watching from inside the pod as Ya'Han rushed down the corridor to vanish into her quarters.

"Well, someone has her knickers in a tight knot," Sonja whispered to herself, never having expected her friend to act the way she had or to hear her defend Jayson as strongly as she just did.

Unable to do anything to help her friend, the redhead Chief Engineer allowed the doors of the turbolift to close and resumed her journey to Main Engineering. Taking some time from her busy schedule to help Ya'Han was all nice and dandy but with their new mission to GALEMAE, she needed to make sure that the ANUBIS would be ready on time. Hopefully, between now and then the Nylaan Chief of Security would have time to calm down and maybe even allow a friend in to help.

Lorraine Paquette

Chief Engineering Officer
M12-P003: USS ANUBIS: Ya'Han: 33118.2215 ("Nursing Her Wounds")
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"Nursing Her Wounds"
[previous post were (ANU) "A Friendly Confrontation" / (BAS) "New Purpose"]
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Ya'Han's Quarters
Stardate: 33118.2215

She was angry. The look on her face, her clenched fists, and the bright red hair made that obvious. The rage was not directed at Sonja, not in the least as her friend had done nothing other than being there wanting to help. Ya'Han was not angry at Jayson either, the poor man had done nothing wrong, actually, it was quite the opposite. She was angry at herself for letting her past get in the way of what might be. It was unsettling to see how, despite the fact that so many years had passed, the shadow of her then Ferengi troll fiancé Daimon Ardax still haunted her. All she wanted now was to speak to Jayson, to apologize for her reaction to his gift, and to feel his arms around her.

When the door chime rang, the Sec/Tac leaped to the door, opening it with eager anticipation. "Jayson, I wanted..." Ya'Han's word quickly drifted into silence as she saw Doctor Bruxa standing there instead of the man she hoped would have been there.

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" Satella asked, taken aback by the energetic welcome meant for someone else.

"No," Ya'Han answered taking herself down a few notches. "I thought it was Lt. Stark, but that's not important. What can I do for you, Doctor?" With a forced smile on her lips, the Sec/Tac stepped back and invited the CMO into her quarters.

"You and Lt. Paquette left so quickly from the briefing that I never got the chance to speak with you," Satella explained, the woman appearing rather excited. "I wanted to make sure that both you and Commander Maya have the most up-to-date data on this shadow virus. I know that as a scientist Maya will be able to effortlessly pass as a nurse, but I wanted to make sure that this role would not be a problem for you. My guess is that captain Morningstar wishes for us not to draw any attention to ourselves to facilitate our search for answers."

"You have nothing to be concerned about Doctor," Ya'Han said, her hair turning white as she spoke. "I may be a little rusty with some of the medical terminology and practices but I can assure you that I am no stranger to the demands and routines of your department."

"Of course," Doctor Bruxa gasped. "I was so thrilled to have my first lead away mission assignment that I completely forgot about your credentials. Please, forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive Doctor," Ya'Han reassured. "At least not from me," the Nylaan added in a soft whispered voice that went completely unheard by the excited Chief Medical Officer. If there was one person who needed to forgive someone, it was Jayson towards her for what she had said and done.

"Here is the latest data on the shadow virus," Satella said handing over a PADD to the white-haired woman, oblivious to the woman's troubled thoughts and emotions. "I am looking forward to closely working with you and Commander Maya. Just knowing that you two will be there makes me feel a great deal safer and optimistic as to the outcome of our mission. If you have any questions about this virus or how we will be proceeding once we are on board the medical frigate, please don't hesitate to ask. I am sure that I will have some questions for you in regards to how I should go about certain things to make sure we all remain safe. As a Doctor, I know that sometimes my mind is too focused on the needs of a patient to see what else may be happening around me."

"Again, you have nothing to worry about Doctor. Everything will be just fine," Ya'Han said. "Between you, Commander Maya and myself, I doubt that there will be a situation we will not be able to quickly handle."

Appearing a little less worried than when he had first walked into the quarters of the Nylaan, the silver-haired Mikulak woman smiled and made her way back to the door. Ya'Han followed Satella out, not because she feared the woman would somehow get lost in the few steps she needed to take but rather to be able to glance down the corridor to see if maybe someone would be there wishing to speak to her.

A sigh of sadness escaped from Ya'Han as she failed to see anyone else in the corridor, Jayson had decided to continue treating her to a chilling silence born from his disappointment, a reaction that the Sec/Tac could hardly begrudge him for having. Alone once more, the Nylaan retreated to her quarters suspecting that the night would be a long and quiet one, her thoughts and memories being the only companion she would have.

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Hanali Han

Lieutenant JG Ya'Han [Access Character BIO for Ya'Han]
Chief of Security / Chief Tactical Officer
M12-P004: USS ANUBIS: Bruxa: 33118.2230 ("Elusive Simplicity")
"Elusive Simplicity"
[the previous posts were (ANU) "Nursing Her Wounds" / (BAS) "New Purpose"]

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Corridor
Stardate: 33118.2230

Satella's mind was going a hundred times faster than her feet. This mission was not her first, the mysteries of EPSILON 358 had taken that honor. It was also not the first away mission she took part in, her most recent journey to the underground facility attesting to that. What was different this time around was that it would be her first undercover mission. It was true that she would not be portraying anything unique or extravagant. Of the three members of the team, she would be the one as close to her original self as could be. That still did not temper her excitement. Now, all they needed to do was to figure out a way to contain or better still eradicate this shadow virus. At the same time, they needed to identify any shadow agents while remaining incognito. Beyond all that, they were to be part of the medical team, rendering assistance wherever possible.

With all that in front of them, Doctor Bruxa figured that she was in desperate need a good night's rest. Events would likely be happening quickly and this even before they boarded the medical frigate. From that point on, it was unlikely that any of them would get a moment's rest. Dealing with the shadow virus and its victims would be time-consuming enough. Added to this the requirements of their undercover mission, and things were sure to get hectic fast.

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bruxa's Quarters
Stardate: 33118.2245

Satella wasted no time in making herself ready for bed. After a quick shower, she slid into the dark bedroom and slid into her bed ready to let herself fall asleep. That is when she heard the banging, scratching, drilling and general bustling on the other side of the outer hull. The repairs to the ship were far from over, and with that so were her hopes of a restful night's sleep.

Wrapped in her bed cover, Doctor Bruxa made her way out of the bedroom and straight into the corridor. If the noise was so much that she could not sleep, it was likely that others were in the same predicament.

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Corridor
Stardate: 33118.2300

"Are you alright Doctor?" Ensign Jones asked. Seeing the CMO out and about was not the issue. Seeing her wrapped in a thick bed cover did come across as strange.

"I'm fine," Doctor Bruxa replied. "Heading to see if Adriana is in her quarters. With all of the noise outside due to the repairs, I can't sleep."

"You could use some sort of sedative," Tanith said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You are the resident physician after all."

The CMO looked at the FCO, stunned that this simple solution had not come to her. "Thank you," Satella smiled. "All of this work on he ANUBIS and our mission dealing with the shadow virus is messing with my head. I never even came close to thinking about that solution. Thank you. Maybe Captain Morningstar should add you to my team of nurses."

"Someone needs to stay on board the ANUBIS to make sure we keep up with the medical freighter. I am sure that you three will do just fine." The FCO stood still, waiting to see if the CMO would return from where she came.

"Of course, you are right. Too many people on the medical frigate would raise suspicions. Guess I should head back to my quarters and try to get some rest."

"It would seem appropriate," Ensign Jones said. Due to fatigue, stress or just being overwhelmed by their upcoming mission, Doctor Bruxa appeared a little discombobulated. "Do you require an escort or are you able to make it back on your own?"

"No, thank you. I will be fine by myself. Like I said earlier, a little bit of rest will benefit me greatly. Thank you again for suggesting the sedatives though. That will make it a lot easier for me to get the sleep I need."

Tanith watched as Doctor Bruxa turned around and backtracked her steps. She seemed physically fine, despite her being wrapped in her bedcovers. Mentally though, the woman was clearly needing rest if not heavier medication than some sedatives. The FCO knew that the CMO and CNS were good friends, so she decided to let the matter go. Reporting this to a higher-ranking officer would serve no purpose. With all of the work being done on the outer hull and their new mission, it made sense for some to be a little rattled. Seeing Bruxa vanish back into her quarters, Jones felt almost pity for Maya and Ya'Han. If this was the way the woman was before the mission, there was no telling how she would be during. Hopefully, a good night's rest was the only thing she truly needed.

Rachel Jackie Johnson

Lieutenant JG Satella Bruxa [Access Character BIO for Satella Bruxa]
Chief Medical Officer

[Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint. - Mark Twain]
M12-P005: USS ANUBIS: Shar'El: 33119.0700 ("Tracking")
[the previous posts were (ANU) "Elusive Simplicity" by Rachel / (BAS) "In The Blink of an Eye" by moi]

Setting:  USS ANUBIS, Deck A-4, IGC
Stardate: 33119.0700

From the IGC the ExO / ILO kept a close watch on everything through the night. There was no need to worry while being inside the NEW ALEXANDRIA complex, but Shar'El wanted to make sure that everything and everyone was doing alright, especially after the ordeal of their last mission to TAU OMEGA. The loss of the facility's and station's personnel had been a difficult development for many to deal with, and the near destruction of the ANUBIS had just made the whole thing worse.  Whatever level of experience each officer possessed, however skilled they were at managing their stress, the last few days had been very demanding.

Once more Shar'El scanned her console, each monitor displaying the status of a section of the ship and of the people therein. By the looks of things, the repairs were progressing well and were well on track to be completed before midday today. This should have been enough to make their Chief Engineer happy but according to the internal sensors, Sonja had not stopped running through the night. At one point one of the IGC techs even made a comment that the woman seemed to be training for the inter-world Federation Grand Marathon. As funny as the statement had been intended to be, the ExO / ILO had to say that Lt. Paquette had shown more than enough stamina to qualify for the elite event mentioned.

On the other end of the spectrum was Doctor Bruxa who, from wandering the corridors wrapped in her bed covers had finally found rest in her quarters. This was likely due to the sedatives the woman had requested from the replicator, ensuring that her rest would not be disturbed by her own thoughts or the noise of the repairs happening right there above her head.

Another officer who needed rest was Adriana Lopez. Her stay on the BASTET had been an emotionally demanding one as she helped her former crew deal with the loss of Captain Iverson. The life of a Counselor was not an easy one to start with, carrying with them the weight of everyone else's emotions as well as their own. To the woman's credit though, Shar'El had to admit that she seemed to be handling things rather well although every now and then the sister tended to fall back on memories of her lost twin that made no sense. For the time being, the ExO / ILO dismissed this as just being a way that the woman used to deal with her own internal issues.

As for everyone else, there was no telling how restful of a night they each had, but the ExO / ILO was pleased to see them all in their quarters trying to rest, with two exceptions. That Lt. Ya'Han and Lt. Stark were in their respective quarters alone was cause for concern, indicating that the issue that stood between them had yet to be resolved. Few had noticed the distance that had been between them during the mission briefing, but for Shar'El there was no way for her to miss it being a skilled observer of humanoid behavior.

Today would be another day during which the ExO / ILO hoped that they would be able to talk things over before being even further apart thanks to Ya'Han and Maya following Doctor Bruxa as a nurse. Speaking of the Shillian, she had been the first to rise on this day, the CSciO seemingly in a rush to get to the Microbiology lab on Deck 14 to perform more research on the shadow virus. In some ways, Shar'El had been surprised that Maya had spent any time in her quarters instead of spending the night in one of the labs, the shapeshifter being well known for preferring being there over anywhere else on the ANUBIS.

"Commander," one of the IGC techs called out. "The HATHOR is powering up."

Shar'El shifted her gaze to the monitor that was displaying the small vessel. The ExO / ILO was aware of the mission that required the crew of the BASTET to change ship, and it was something she believed would benefit them all. On board the HATHOR, the crew would have no other choice but to become closer allowing them to talk about the emptiness left by the loss of their Captain.

"Good luck," the ExO / ILO whispered, watching the ship make its way through the massive protective doors of the NEW ALEXANDRIA complex. Their mission beyond Gorn space was just as uncertain as that of the ANUBIS to GALEMAE. Neither crew knew what to expect but in the end, that was what they were here for, to face the unknown in all of its shapes, sizes and terrifying darkness.

With her thoughts on such unknown darkness, Shar'El turned her attention onto the latest medical reports from GALEMAE. From the initial five reported cases of shadow virus infections stated by Captain Morningstar during the mission briefing, the number had doubled to 10 over the last 9 hours or so. Even if the ExO / ILO took a conservative estimate as to the spread of this infection, doubling every 12 hours, the crew could easily face hundreds of individual cases by the time the medical frigate and ANUBIS reached the planet.

The time for rest was over, that they liked it or not. Now the crew needed to get moving before the infection rate reached epidemic proportions that would leave GALEMAE a cold world covered by the shadow of death.

Tiffany Reeve

Executive Officer / Intel Liaison Officer

Chief Medical Officer
M12-P006: USS ANUBIS: Ya'Han: 33119.0730 ("Broken Routine")
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"Broken Routine"
[previous post were (ANU) "Tracking" / (BAS) "Looking For Something"]
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Ya'Han's Quarters
Stardate: 33119.0730

On a normal day, the Sec/Tac would have been up and about by now, breakfast and morning exercises already behind her, but there was nothing normal about today. The ANUBIS was docked at its base of operations, relatively safe from the chaos of the universe, but that was not the only thing different. The most notable difference this morning was that several hours ago she woke up, alone, spending the time between then and now trying to wake from a nightmare that was in fact as real as could be.

Ya'Han wanted to talk to Jayson, she needed to explain herself to him and try to mend the rift that grew with each passing second. Her reaction had been uncalled for, especially when taking into account all that he had gone through to get her what he had. That was one of the reasons why she felt so bad, and why she understood his anger and disappointment towards her.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, the Nylaan strained to gather her mental strength while trying to understand why she felt as she did. During the escape from her homeworld, the daughter of the High Sovereign had endured many hardships and abuses, but never had she felt so beaten. Even during the early years of her Academy training, she had never considered the possibility of giving up. For some reason, that inner strength had all but vanished making her feel defeated and beaten unlike never before.

Unconsciously, Ya'Han ran her fingers through her hair and quickly noticed that not a single strand of red could be found. Many times Sonja and other members of the crew had pointed out how easy it was to pick up on the Nylaan's mood, the color of the woman's hair always being a dead giveaway. Standing up, the Sec/Tac gave her reflection a thorough review as memories of her past flooded her mind, a past in which she had fought through each and every obstacle that she had come up against.

Yes, the situation was different and although her emotions for Jayson opened endless possibilities, those same emotions made her vulnerable, something that she, as the Sec/Tac of the ANUBIS, could not permit herself to be. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Ya'Han focused on the role she would be playing during this mission. As far as everyone on the medical frigate would be concerned, she would be nothing more than a nurse following a Doctor in the search for a cure to the shadow virus. Beneath the facade, she would be as she was; a skilled warrior ready to defend her fellow shipmate no matter what the danger may be.

"Computer," Ya'Han said as she turned to the replicator. "I need a standard Starfleet Medical nurse's uniform."

The requested item materialized seconds later to be taken by the Nylaan and placed on the bed behind her. Once there, Ya'Han observed the garment with a wide mixture of emotions. As extensive as her training had been to earn her white hair, it had never required her to dress the part. Ya'Han slipped into the nurse's uniform and gave the fabric a few last minute adjustments before looking at her reflection once again. There, she saw her black hair give way to the color more suited to the image she needed to project.

"Not bad if I do say so myself," Ya'Han noted. "If I ever need to consider another field of work, this might be a good option to keep in mind although I will admit that I am not overly fond of the lack of a sidearm. I'm going to have to find some alternate means to use as a weapon, just in case."

[/\] [/\] [/\] [/\] [/\]
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Sickbay
Stardate: 33119.0800

As the ANUBIS' Sec/Tac, Ya'Han trained long and hard every day to keep her skills as sharp as possible. That attitude would not change despite the Nylaan's role being different for their upcoming mission, which is why she went to Sickbay. Training was as much a state of mind as it was a physical one, and the white-haired woman needed to stick to her routine, even if only a little.

"Excuse me, Nurse," Counselor Lopez said as she walked into the main treatment area and saw only one person standing there. "Have you seen Doctor Bruxa?"

"I am sorry," the white-haired woman replied as she turned to face the Counselor. "I have not seen Doctor Bruxa this morning."

The Counselor gasped. "Lt. Yahan? Is that really you? I did not recognize you with the white hair and nurse's uniform. I will say this, you more than look the part," Adriana said, looking genuinely impressed.

"Thank you, Counselor," the Sec/Tac said with a smile. "Hopefully, I can recall enough of my original medical training as well as what little basic was covered at the Academy for me to do more than just look the part."

"I am sure you will," the CNS said. "You seem to have taken to the role quite naturally, that will help in keeping Satella's cover intact while on the medical frigate."

"I know that you were looking for Doctor Bruxa, but if you have a minute, I would like to speak to you about a personal matter."

Adriana nodded as she took a few steps towards the Nylaan nurse in order not to have to speak too loudly in order to be heard. "Jayson?"

"Is it that obvious?" Ya'Han asked sounding a little depressed by how easily Adriana had identified the cause of her personal issues.

"I would not say obvious, but there were signs that something was not entirely right during the mission briefing yesterday," Counselor Lopez explained. "Plus, I have seen you in action and I can tell that there is not a great deal that affects you,"

"I have noted that he's my one true weakness," Ya'Han said trying to laugh as she did so.

"That is both the advantage and disadvantage of love I'm afraid," Adriana said before inviting Ya'Han to follow her into her office where they would be able to continue this little discussion in a more private setting.

[/\] [/\] [/\] [/\] [/\]
Hanali Han

Lieutenant JG Ya'Han [Access Character BIO for Ya'Han]
Chief of Security / Chief Tactical Officer
M12-P007: USS ANUBIS: Stark: 33119.0745 ("Uncertain Future")
"Uncertain Future"
[previous (ANU) "Broken Routine" / (BAS) "Looking for Something"]

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Gymnasium
Stardate: 33119.0745

He had been in the gym for just about 30 minutes and he had yet to feel the mat against his back. Jayson had expected Ya'Han to show up as she always did in the early hours of the morning. It was his hope that they would be able to work things out during the sparring exercises they often shared. Instead, he found himself alone in the gym, pushing himself more than he ever had before, trying to justify how he felt then and to punish himself for how he felt now.

Had she overreacted? Absolutely, as far as he was concerned there was no debating that. On the other hand, he did accept that he could have handled the situation better than he had. His pain at her unexpected reaction clouded his judgment making him turn away and shut her out. That pain continued to affect him during the mission briefing and through the night that followed. Now he worried that it might be too late to fix things.

"Is everything alright Lieutenant?" Commander Shar'El asked, surprising the OPS Officer who had not heard or noticed anyone come in. Jayson had been so lost in his own thought that he likely would not have noticed a battalion of raging Klingons pass through the gym.

"Everything is fine," he replied wiping the sweat from his brow. "Just wanted to let out some steam." He knew that she wanted more information, just as he knew that she suspected that there was a problem between Ya'Han and him. Whatever the First Officer thought she knew though, he would not confirm or deny anything, not now and likely not ever.

"I wanted to have your opinion on the GALEMAE situation," Shar'El said dismissing the man's personal issues. "We will be heading to a world that has done everything it can to remain isolated from the political conflicts that reign beyond their planet. They are very much aware of the numerous other species that populate the galaxy, but they want nothing to do with any of them, including us. Due to this, the medical team heading to that planet will be there as guests, and although their presence will be tolerated for the time being it is feared that the Galemaen may start opposing them should they try to offer any medical assistance."

"Why is a medical frigate being dispatched if we fear the planet's inhabitants will refuse our help?" Jayson asked, clearly missing part of the situation.

"Starfleet Medical was able to convince the GALEMAEN ruling Senate that the cases of shadow virus they currently have is of great scientific interest to them. I believe that the fact there are only a handful of cases actually plays in our favor as they do not see our being there looking at a few of their citizens to be an issue. The moment the infection spreads though, we may be faced with an entirely different situation."

"They are not going to let the medical team start examining hundreds of infected patients and may even try to find a way to blame us for what is happening to their people," the OPS Officer said rolling his eyes. "It is unlikely that they will see us as being there to help as we will certainly claim."

"Glad to see that you and I are on the same page on this. That is part of the reason why Ya'Han will be going with Doctor Bruxa, just in case the GALEMAEN decide to take issue with the medical team being on the surface. The other reason for making sure that the members of the medical team are well protected is the likelihood that the Lokustaar have one or more agents in place. What happened to the staff of RELAY OUTPOST SIGMA 385 is too similar to what we saw take place on the station and research facility of TAU OMEGA. We have to do everything we can to help these people even if they do not welcome our assistance if not the whole planet's population could perish."

"The ANUBIS is going to have to be ready to intervene at a moment's notice," Jayson said. "That means while the IGC monitors the planet's communications, there will be a need to have someone on constant standby to jump into action. What did you have in mind? The VIPERS? The SPHINX?"

"Jumping into action may not be the right answer with the GALEMAEN," Shar'El said. "I was thinking more of a counter-intelligence operation that would involve Counselor Lopez. With your help, she could portray a member of the local planetary news system, reporting on events in a way that would ease everyone's fears while allowing the medical team to continue with their research and efforts to help unchallenged."

"So, you want us to broadcast 'fake news'?" Jayson laughed. "Well, it was enough to get a complete moron elected to the position of President way back when; so I don't see why it would not work here. Repeat the same thing over often enough and people will start to believe it, even if it makes little sense, that has been proven time and time again in EARTH's history. Using the current broadcast format seen on GALEMAE I will get started on getting a Press / Media studio set up in one of the holodecks. From there we can start sending out our signal to the general populace and who knows, if we do things right, Adriana might become the next big star of their world. Might even be able to have her run for a seat on the Senate by the time the mission is over."

"Let's keep our goals to be more helpful and less political," Shar'El grinned. "We are heading to GALEMAE to help them, not to destabilize their government. As long as the Lokustaar threaten this dimension, the future we face will be uncertain enough without us making things easier for them."

"It shall be done as you wish Commander," Jayson said, glad to have something to sink his teeth into instead of spending his time trying to figure out the mess that his personal life had become.

Jayson Sousa

Lieutenant JG Jayson Stark [Access Character BIO for Jayson Stark]
Chief of Operations
M12-P008: USS ANUBIS: Bruxa: 33119.0800 ("Late Morning")
"Late Morning"
[the previous posts were (ANU) "Uncertain Future" / (BAS) "Looking For Something"]

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bruxa's Quarters
Stardate: 33119.0800

It is a generally accepted fact that Doctors make the worst patients. Treating others is simple, treating one's self can and usually is problematic. The reason for this is the lack of professional objectivity in diagnosing the case. As a patient suffering from fatigue and anxiety, Satella needed something to help her get to sleep. As the ship's physician, Doctor Bruxa prescribed what she believed to be enough sedatives to make sure the woman would sleep. And sleep she did.

After more than eight hours, the patient was finally starting to emerge from her deep slumber. Satella had slept through the repairs taking place on the other side of the hull right over her head. Her mind had remained undisturbed by thoughts or dreams, allowing her to truly rest. At least that was until the physician finally opened her eyes and saw the time. Whatever rest she had managed to obtain evaporated faster than the CMO could move, and she was moving fast.

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Sickbay
Stardate: 33119.0810

Satella rushed into Sickbay, still adjusting her uniform. As far as the woman was concerned, she was late, very late. A great many things needed to be done before their departure. With so much to do, every minute counted, and now she had lost hours to her sleeping. As soon as Satella got her bearings, she noted that there were only two people present. One was her friend Adriana; the other clearly appeared to be a member of the medical department thanks to her uniform. What concerned the Doctor was that both were walking towards to door leading to the Counseling department.

"Nurse! Where are you going? I need you here. We have to get everything ready for our upcoming mission. I have to get all of the medical kits ready for us to bring on board the medical frigate. I have to compile and update Ya'Han and Maya on whatever new data we have on this shadow virus. We also need to review the medical procedures of the GALEMAEN to make sure we do not end up doing something taboo. We will be there to help, not cause a social catastrophe. And that's just for starters, I am sorry Adriana, but I can't afford you to take a member of my staff away at this time."

Both the CNS and nurse began to laugh while keeping their backs to the Doctor.

"I told you that you looked the part," Adriana whispered to Ya'Han

"More than I expected it seems," the nurse said. After a moment, Ya'Han slowly turned to face the confused physician. "Glad that you consider me part of your staff Doctor."

"Ya'Han? I truly did not recognize you with the white hair. Now that I am thinking about it though, it should have been a dead giveaway. I do not have anyone on my staff with white hair." Satella smiled and approached the two women. "You may not be officially a member of the medical staff, but you will be for our next mission. This means that everything I just said applies. If you are to pass as one of my nurses, you need to know the trade. Since you are here and dressed for the part, I do not see any reason why we should not get started right away. We do not that much time."

"Satella, you do know that we are still docked at NEW ALEXANDRIA, right?" Adriana asked. "There is still several hours' worth of repairs to be accomplished before we can leave. I am sure that Lt. Paquette is doing her best to speed thing along, but there is just so much she can do. I doubt that we will be leaving in the next few minutes."

"Even more of a reason for us to get started," the Doctor said taking hold of Ya'Han's arm. "I am sure that Captain Morningstar will want his Chief of Security on the bridge when it is time to go. In the meantime, it would be a good idea to make sure that my closest aid is familiar with what she is expected to know. Commander SharEl did say that you would be following me. Maya can sneak around on her own and avoid performing any actual medicine. You, on the other hand, will have to assist me. You might even be called upon to take care of a patient on your own. If we are to maintain the integrity of our cover, you need to know what to do.

There was no arguing with Satella, and Adriana knew it. "We'll talk later," the CNS said to the nurse as she was being pulled away. "I suspect that there may be more for us to talk about once your medical 'training' is completed."

"You make it sound like this is going to be an impossible task," Satella shot back.

"I am not saying that this will be an impossible task. I'm just well aware of how you get to be when you get like this. Part of his mission is landing squarely into your laps, and you want to make sure everything goes without a hitch. The main difference this time is that I am not the one being dragged into your preparations. Have fun two, I have work of my own to attend to."

"Don't mind her," Satella said to the woman she was dragging by the arm. "She is just jealous that we will be spending time together. Now, I need you to show me how much you know and how much I need to teach you."

Ya'Han had never expected Satella to be this driven. Keeping sight of the details of their upcoming mission, everything made sense though. The crew of the ANUBIS had already witnessed the devastating effects of this shadow virus. Members of the crew understood the importance and urgency of their new mission. Doctor Bruxa also knew the imposing challenge the crew and more specifically her department faced. It appeared that their mission to GALEMAE was not going to be an easy one. Then again, was there such a thing as an easy mission?

Rachel Jackie Johnson

Lieutenant JG Satella Bruxa [Access Character BIO for Satella Bruxa]
Chief Medical Officer

[Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint. - Mark Twain]
M12-P009: USS ANUBIS: Lopez: 33119.0830 ("Being Someone Else")
"Being Someone Else"
[Previous post: (ANU) "Late Morning" & (BAS) "Looking For Something"]

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Counselor's Office
Stardate: 33119.0830

"Those two lovebirds are going to live a long and happy life together, or they will end up killing one another," Amanda, the illusion of the twin sister said as the Counselor returned to her office. "My guess is that the odds are a perfect 50/50, either possibility having equal chances of happening over the other."

"They come from very different backgrounds," Adriana said, not even trying to dismiss the hallucination, "and each has a great deal of emotional baggage to work through. Jayson lost his fiancé and unborn child causing him to be hesitant to commit to a relationship. Ya'Han was for a lack of a better term a princess who exiled herself from everything she knew. Both are working at rebuilding and rediscovering whom they actually are, and sometimes that quest sees them walking side by side while other times it puts them on a collision course."

"With you right tab in the middle," the twin sister said before laughing as she hopped into a sitting position onto the Counselor's desk. "They should not try to pretend to be someone they are not. Life made them who they are, decisions they took solidified that personality, but now that they are together they want to ignore who they became to try and be a better fit to the person the other is trying to be."

"Makes no sense but that is the way a great many humanoid races manage relationships," Adriana said as she walked around the desk.

=/\= Commander Shar'El to Counselor Lopez. =/\=

The call came just as the woman was about to sit. "My guess is that she did in on purpose," Amanda chuckled. "I tell you, in her capacity as the ship's ILO, she's keeping tabs on everyone. One day, she will call us *both* to her office or the nearest airlock. I'm putting those odds at 50/50 as well."

"Go ahead, Commander," the Counselor replied, suddenly worried that her earlier conversation with the sister, who was not actually there, had been observed. That recording could prove more than enough to make Adriana appear to have completely lost her mind, having a full-blown conversation with no one.

=/\= If you are not busy, could you come to Holodeck 5. Lt. Stark and I require your assistance with a project that we are working on for our mission to GALEMAE. =/\=

"That will give you the chance to speak to Jayson even before Ya'Han gets to complain about him," the hallucination of the twin sister said with a smile.

"I have nothing scheduled at this time," the Counselor said while dismissing the illusion with a wave of her hand. "I can be there in a few minutes."

=/\= Perfect, we will be waiting for you. Shar'El out. =/\=

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Holodeck 5
Stardate: 33119.0840

Adriana took only a few steps inside the holodeck before coming to a complete stop. Of all the possible holographic recreations she had imagined to find, what she did see did not remotely fit anything.

"Welcome Counselor," Jayson said inviting the woman into the simulation. "Welcome to news central."

"News central?" Adriana repeated, more confused now than she was when she had first walked in.

"Let me explain," Shar'El said. "No, there is too much. Let me summarize. We expect the medical teams will sooner rather than later encounter resistance from the Galemaen. To avoid or at the very least lessen this, we want to send out information broadcasts in the form of a media announcement. We need you to be the person who is going to make those announcements."

"Why not have the computer generate a holographic news announcer?" The Counselor wondered, not at all sold on the idea that she would be the one to do this.

"We are able to listen in on the current broadcasts," Shar'El explained.

"That is where we came up with the physical layout you see here," Jayson said interrupting the Commander.

"That is why the set was easy enough to reproduce," the First Officer resumed. "The problem is the manner with which the information is delivered. It would take too long for the computer to process what we have in order to make a realistic recreation able to rapidly adapt to the situation. The holodeck can superimpose the likeness of a Galemaen to make you appear as one of them, but I am hoping that you can analyze and mimic their ways to make the presentation that much more convincing."

Adriana looked at the grinning Chief of Operations thinking back to what her sister had said about people trying to present themselves as someone else. This was not the same thing, but the similarities were too numerous for the Counselor to ignore. Here she was, being asked by Commander Shar'El to become someone else in order to broadcast what some would refer to as 'fake news'.

"That is not going to be easy," the CNS said.

"We know," Jayson confirmed, still appearing excited about the plan that had just been presented. "The advantage is that when things get heated, we will be able to affect the situation in a manner that could make things a great deal easier for Doctor Bruxa and the rest of the medical team.

"You truly believe that this will work?" Adriana asked of Shar'El.

"There is no way for us to know for certain. The best we can do is to try and see what happens," Commander Shar'El said as she shrugged her shoulders. "What I do know for sure is that the odds of such a simulation actually working are greatly improved by having a real person doing the broadcast instead of a computer-generated recreation. The addition of inflections in the words used, facial expressions and even emotional reactions will only serve to make the broadcast more realistic and therefore make the audience more willing to believe the information we will provide."

"Alright, let me see what you have. I will do my best to be a convincing Galemaen news anchor," Adriana said, accepting the task while thinking that this was not at all what the Counselor had expected when she had set foot into the holodeck.

Marissa Montonera-Lombardi

Lieutenant JG Adriana Lopez [Access Character BIO for Adriana Lopez]
Ship's Counselor
M12-P010: USS ANUBIS: Morningstar: 33119.1130 ("Darker Horizons")
"Darker Horizons"
Previous posts (ANU) "Being Someone Else" / (BAS) "Looking For Something"

“Everyone has talent. What's rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places where it leads.” 
― Erica Jong

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 33119.1130

The Native American stood in the middle of the bridge, looking at the main view screen. Everything was finally ready and the ANUBIS could depart on a new mission, this one taking them to GALEMAE. All that was left to do was to go through the final checklist to make sure nothing had been overlooked.

"Lieutenant Paquette, are we clear to go?"

"The ANUBIS has been fully repaired, at least that's what all of the reports I read say. I can only confirm the actual state of the repairs of those sections and components I personally inspected," the redhead engineer replied from her station at the back of the bridge. When she saw the Captain looking over his shoulder at her, Sonja decided to amend her reply to something that the man would be more inclined to accept. "All systems are at full operative status."

"Lieutenant Stark?"

"We are clear to depart. NEW ALEXANDRIA Operations is giving us a green light to the space doors," the Chief of Operations reported. "All umbilical connections and mooring clamps have been retracted. We are free of the docking port."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Helm, take us out. Reverse thrusters only," the Captain ordered, easing himself into his chair.

"Reverse thrusters, aye!" Ensign Jones confirmed and seconds later the massive SCARAB-CLASS Intel Cruiser began to move away from its docking station inside the hidden secret complex.  All eyes were on the large display screen as the image showed more and more of the levels of the complex as the ANUBIS pulled away from it. "Engaging aft port-side and forward starboard thrusters."

"Sensors showing all clear," the Chief of Security reported as the ship proceeded with a precise rotation on its Y-Axis. As large as the NEW ALEXANDRIA complex was, moving a ship the size of the ANUBIS within it was not a simple task.

"Rotation at 45 degrees from original starting vector," Tanith reported in a calm and controlled manner, the FCO proving that she knew what she was doing.

"Captain, Admiral Koniki on an open channel for you," Jayson reported, sounding a little annoyed by the timing of the call.

"Put it on the main viewscreen," Erik ordered as he remained seated to send a passive-aggressive message that this was not the ideal time for a courtesy call. "Yes, Admiral?"

[/\] Just wanted to wish you and your crew good luck on your mission. Doctor Bruxa and her assistants will be joining the staff of the medical frigate IVANOSKI. The ANUBIS and the rest of your crew are to remain unknown to that ship. The Galemaen have agreed to have a single Federation vessel in orbit of their planet. As far as the Federation Council is concerned, this is a medical research mission, nothing more, as they wish to respect the desire of the Galemaen Senate to not have their planet 'invaded' by outsiders.  You and your ship are there to make sure nothing bad happens should the situation get out of hand. [/\]

"You have nothing to worry Admiral, we'll make sure the medical team is safe," the Native American reassured.  

[/\] Don't be a fool, Erik. You know what I mean, you are there to make sure the virus does not leave GALEMAE should the infection spreads to the general population. Should that happens; you are under direct orders to destroy any vessel trying to escape.  [/\]

"I hope that it does not get to that," the Captain said, clearly uncomfortable with the order he had just received.

[/\] I agree but we cannot take any chances. If the Lokustaar are behind this latest occurrence of shadow virus infection, as we suspect them to be, there is no telling what their end-game is. Taking out the research facility of TAU OMEGA could have been nothing more than a test. The way it spread through RELAY OUTPOST SIGMA 385 might have been them tweaking the delivery system as the virus breached containment. Now we are dealing with a whole planet and time is against us. If we lose containment here, the whole of the galaxy might be at risk. Do I make myself clear? [/\]

"Perfectly clear, Sir. We will do what needs to be done."

[/\] I truly hope that you do. This is not one of those missions where you can let your emotions get in the way. We are fighting the Shadows here, and they will not hesitate to take advantage of whatever weakness we show. Good luck, Koniki out. [/\] As the communication was terminated, the face of the Admiral was replaced by the large space doors which stood nearly perfectly in front of them.

"This mission is sounding better and better with each passing moment," Sonja sighed. "Maybe I should have asked for a transfer while I could."

"Rotation at 175 degrees from original starting vector," the FCO reported, thinking it best for everyone to focus on their immediate tasks instead of being concerned with the darker possibilities of their mission.

"Helm, halt rotation and take us to the doors," the Captain ordered, apparently agreeing with Ensign Tanith's take on their current situation. When the ANUBIS was close enough to the doors, they began to open allowing the bridge officers to see the stars beyond the asteroid field in which the secret base hid within.

"I am sure that it won't come to that," Counselor Lopez whispered to the Captain. It was her task to have the Commanding Officer of the ship hold onto whatever hope they could.

Erik just nodded in thanks for the reassuring words. The truth was that none of them knew how this mission would turn out, so all they could do was to do their best and adapt to the ever-changing situation, as they always did.

Silence filled the bridge as the ANUBIS made its way through the asteroids to finally reach open space. "Helm, set course for the rendezvous point with the IVANOSKI, warp 8."

"Warp 8, aye, aye, Captain," Tanith acknowledged sending the ship into faster-than-light travel only a few seconds later.

"Bridge to Commander Shar'El and Commander Maya, I would like to see the two of you in my Ready Room as soon as possible." After saying this, the Native American rose from his chair and made his way to his office giving command of the bridge to his Chief of Operations with a quick nod of his head.

Francois Charette

Commanding Officer


Lt. Commander Elan Fairborn [Access Character BIO for Elan Fairborn]
Robotics Engineering Officer
M12-P011: USS ANUBIS: Maya: 33119.1200 ("Never As Easy As It Seems")
"Never As Easy As It Seems"
(Previous Posts: (ANU) "Darker Horizons" / (BAS) "Path of Nothingness")

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Captain's Ready Room
Stardate: 33119.1200

It had not taken long for Commander Shar'El and Commander Maya to show up in the office of the Captain following his call. Both of the officers had expected this, the only question was whether or not they would be called separately or together. With the answer in hand, they could move forward and offer their reports to Captain Morningstar.

The Commanding Officer of the USS ANUBIS greeted the two women while leaning against the front edge of his desk. It would seem that this meeting would be a standing one, which also meant that it would not last long. The words that followed confirmed this.

"Now that the ANUBIS is heading to rendezvous with the IVANOSKI, we need to work out the details of this mission, more specifically this virus that Doctor Bruxa is going to be dealing with hands-on. My guess is that we will not have too much time to get everything ready, so please keep things simple and to the point. Commander Maya, what can you tell us about this shadow virus and have we learned more since the last report from Doctor Bruxa?"

Maya had expected the Captain to want Commander Shar'El to give the tactical aspect of their mission first, but the Chief Science Officer had not been unready to present her report. "Based on the data we collected from our encounter of the personnel of the TAU OMEGA research facility, the black goo we found in the lowest level of that facility, and what we observed on the station in orbit of that same world, we can easily deduce that this virus is something to be feared. The fact that it somehow managed to breach containment on RELAY OUTPOST SIGMA 385 indicates that we do not possess the adequate medical resources to avoid it spreading more than it already has. The only reason why the sample provided by Admiral Koniki has not spread is that it is encased in a solid polymer that is itself contained in the highest possible medical containment field."

"All right," the Captain said rubbing the back of his neck. "You and Doctor Bruxa need to come up with something that will protect you three and the rest of the medical team on board the IVANOSKI. The last I want is that ship and its crew to be the first ones to fall under our orders to make sure the virus does not leave GALEMAE."

"I am not sure that we will have enough time to do this Captain," the Shillian Scientist said. "Although the virus itself does appear to have a great many similarities to what we know of the Lokustaar, which in all honesty is not that much, we have no way to fully test whatever method we might come up with. Computer simulations may be safe, but they are far from being perfect. Thanks to the limited knowledge we have as to the pathogenesis of this virus, we are guessing more than anything else as to the best way for us to proceed."

"The ANUBIS will rendezvous with the IVANOSKI in just over 6 hours," Commander Shar'El stated. "The crew of the medical frigate is expecting a small team of experts on this virus to join them before they reach GALEMAE which will be another 4 or 5 hours away at their maximum speed. This gives you no more than 10 to 11 hours to find a way to immunize you and the rest of the medical team."

"I am not sure that we can," Maya explained. "Even if we had access to the full medical resources of NEW ALEXANDRIA, I suspect that it would take us weeks, maybe months before we even begin to understand how this virus works. It is being called a 'shadow virus' for a reason."

"Captain," Shar'El continued, this time directing her words solely to the discouraged looking Commanding Officer. "We cannot allow Doctor Bruxa, Lieutenant Ya'Han, and Lieutenant Commander Maya to go on this mission without any assurances that they will be safe. Right now, it sounds to me like we are not dealing with small chances or odds, but rather with a complete absence of them. Sending our people over to the IVANOSKI without the means to protect themselves would be nothing more than a suicide mission."

"Commander," the Shillian began as she stepped forward to stand directly in front of the woman arguing on her own behalf. "As much as I appreciate your desire to protect Doctor Bruxa, Lieutenant Ya'Han and myself, you have to keep the larger picture in sight. Failure to find a way to contain this virus will inevitably lead to the population of the entire planet to become infected at which time the ANUBIS will have no other choice but to eradicate all life on the surface." The Shillian paused and turned to face Captain Morningstar before continuing. "If you intend to do as Commander Shar'El suggests, then we should skip the rendezvous with the IVANOSKI, beat the medical frigate to GALEMAE and have it arrive at a dead world. At least that way, their report will show that the virus will have hopefully been destroyed. I say hopefully because right now, we do not possess enough information to know how effective our weapons will be in destroying the virus."

"You have made your point Commander, quite well I might add," the Captain said feeling a little taken aback by the bluntness of his Chief Science Officer. "You and Doctor Bruxa have 6 hours to find out as much as you can on this shadow virus. I would ask that you focus your efforts on finding some sort of protection against it. That said, that you discover something or not in that regards, the team will board the IVANOSKI. Maybe with their help, you can come up with something better in the remaining 4 to 5 hours of your journey to GALEMAE."

"Thank you, Captain, Commander," Maya said, understanding by this that she had been dismissed so as to not waste any more time in researching the virus they would be facing far too quickly for the liking of all the officers present in the room.

Jessica Solarik

Lieutenant Commander Maya [Access Character BIO for Maya]
Chief Science Officer


Captain Selene Fiona Iverson [Access Character BIO for Selene Iverson]
Former Commanding Officer

"To see the world in a grain of sand,
and a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour."
- William Blake (British, 1757-1827)
M12-P012: USS ANUBIS: Shar'El: 33119.1215 ("Tactical Assessment")
"Tactical Assessment"
[the previous posts were (ANU) "Never As Easy As It Seems" by Jessica / (BAS) "Path of Nothingness" by Karen]

Setting:  USS ANUBIS, Captain's Ready Room
Stardate: 33119.1215

"Was it me or did Maya actually go straight to the point?" Shar'El asked of the Captain once the woman in question had left the room. The soft giggle that followed indicated that the ExO / ILO was not at all upset but rather pleasantly surprised by what she had just witnessed.

"She did alright," Erik replied, agreeing to both the statement and feelings that accompanied it. "I suspect that the idea of an entire planet's population perishing may have hit a little too close to home," the Captain elaborated. "She saw her own race die and I can imagine that allowing the same thing to happen to another race is something that she is not willing to just sit by and watch."

"That would explain the mental images I picked up from her," the Ullian said. "When it comes to strong emotional events, it is very hard for me to ignore the memories that are broadcasted. The problem is that those images are all too often scrambled or distorted as if the person was subconsciously trying to protect themselves from that particular memory."

"I can't even begin to imagine what she went through, and I cannot hold it against her that she wants to make sure it does not happen to anyone else," the Captain added as he tried in a small way to understand how the woman felt.

"If it serves no other purpose, this heightened emotional state should drive her to look that much harder for a way to go against this nightmare virus. That said though, I will admit that I can't imagine her working any harder than she already is. That woman already spends the greater majority of her time in one of the science labs researching whatever she can get her hands on. Her quarters could be used by someone else without Maya ever even noticing."

"Speaking of covert cohabitation, what is our plan of action with the Galemaen?" Erik asked, moving forward with the meeting he had called for. "Although our orders are to remain inactive but vigilant while Doctor Bruxa and her team are on the planet's surface, I suspect that you have something in mind."

"I always do," the ExO / ILO grinned. "With the help of Lt. Stark, holodeck 5 has been turned into a Galemaen news broadcast studio. The goal is for us to transmit information that will alter in some way, shape or form the opinions of the general population in favor of the medical team, or whatever else is required. At the very least, we hope to be able to offer a different point of view should something surface that could lead to the medical team facing any type of danger."

"That's an interesting idea. Is Jayson going to be the anchor or will you have the computer generate a holographic newscaster?"

"Neither actually," the ExO / ILO answered. "As great as the computer's calculation capacity is, it would need to create a simulation based on a race that we know little about. This means that any holographic newscaster would likely not be able to accurately portray the emotions that would be required at a moment's notice. As for Jayson, it is a generally accepted rule through the galaxy that females come across as being more trustworthy. That is why Counselor Lopez will be the one in front of the camera. She is reviewing the way Galemaen speak and move to better mimic them when the time comes."

"All of these news broadcasts will have the potential of having a much greater reach than anything else any of us could do, but do you believe that it will be enough?"

"Of course not," Shar'El said knowing that the Captain was teasing. "The IGC will be monitoring all communications taking place on GALEMAE, making sure that anything that might present a problem to the medical team is intercepted. We should have no problem breaking into the planetary data and communications grid in order to monitor the general flow of information. This will permit us to control and alter the information to suit our immediate and even possibly long-term needs. The news broadcasts are only meant to offer another communication medium for the population to accept the information that will be sent out."

"Commander, I will say this," Erik began as he pushed himself away from his desk. "I am very glad that you and your IGC team are on our side. I would truly hate to see just how much you would be able to achieve if that was your ultimate goal."

"We do have our limits, but if you tell me which planet you want to rule, I am sure that we could have the crowd waving banners and cheering your name in supporting of whatever ideas you want in just a few weeks," the ExO / ILO said all too seriously.

"I doubt that it would be that easy," the Captain challenged.

"With all due respect, you know as much as I do that the majority of sentient life forms in this galaxy are nothing but mindless sheeps," Shar'El stated. "How many worlds blindly follow an imposed government, an oppressive leader or a mad dictator? With a fraction of the technology that we have available here on the ANUBIS, a person can rally enough support to destabilize an entire world even when the ideas presented by this individual go against the people's best interests. It's all about how you spin the information. The history of your own world is filled with perfect examples of this; Caesar, Hitler, Stalin, Trump, and most recently Edgerton, they all rallied the support of countless despite their ideas going, for the most part, against common interests and logic."

"I guess it would be difficult for me to argue with you on that point," Morningstar said, clearly conceding the argument.

"With the right propaganda," the ExO / ILO continued, "anyone can convince the masses of things that are completely false. Once that is accomplished and actual truth is injured beyond healing, it is only a matter of time before the gathered support elevates them to greater power. Once there, the momentum is in their favor and if they play their cards right, there is no stopping them even if they are on a course to destroy everything and everyone around them."  Shar'El paused for a moment, thinking that she needed to real things in a little.  "Listen, give those misguided supporters a colorful trinket that displays whatever slogan is pertinent to the current situation, and the masses will blindly follow until their own death. With the right control of the media, you can have the majority of a population support the most dangerous figure in the galaxy, willingly disregarding truth that stands against the lies of the leader they now idolize. You know as well as I do that, unfortunately, it does not take a great deal to get something like that started. I would not need the IGC or even the ANUBIS's impressive resources to plant the seed of descent into a world's population. It would also not take a lot of effort to see that seed grow and spread before it becomes something that would forever change the political landscape of a planet."

"Like a just said, I am glad that you and your team are on our side," Erik gulped.

"That is why NEW ALEXANDRIA was built. That is why the ANUBIS is out there between the stars. Knowing how some delusional people can take control allows us to beat them at their own game. The key is for us to get there before too much damage is done. Right now though, our attention needs to be on this shadow virus and our finding a way to make sure it does not turn into a full blow planetary epidemic," the ExO / ILO concluded thinking that like Maya, she had made her point all too well.

Tiffany Reeve

Executive Officer / Intel Liaison Officer

Chief Medical Officer
M12-P013: USS ANUBIS: Bruxa: 33119.1400 ("Unforgiving Time")
"Unforgiving Time"
[the previous posts were (ANU) "Tactical Assessment" / (BAS) "Path of Nothingness"]

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Sickbay
Stardate: 33119.1400

Satella could not help it. Despite all of the work that needed to be done, or maybe because of it, she kept looking at the clock. The minutes seemed to be melting away like ice on the sun, and this was not good. Why was it that when people needed more time, it always seemed to go by faster?  The ANUBIS was scheduled to reach the IVANOSKI in just over 4 hours. This made everyone rush as much as he or she could, but the work was delicate and time-consuming. Simply put, there was just not enough time to get everything that was needed to be done.

In a moment of discouragement, the CMO glanced over to the CSciO.  Maya was a woman on a mission, moving from one station to another and then another. The scientist was multi-tasking in a way that bewildered the physician to the point of making her feel dizzy. Everyone in Sickbay had realized that it was safer to give the woman as much room as possible. Despite her tireless efforts though, the answers they all sought remained well out of reach.

Accepting the reality of this situation was difficult but necessary. They could work themselves into the grave but it would not produce the answers they required. Unconsciously, Satella had already made this realization. Each time she looked at the clock, that reality settled a little deeper into her mind. There was not enough time for them to obtain the understanding they needed of the shadow virus. Now, Doctor Bruxa needed to get the scientist on that same page.

"Maya, you need to take it easy. If you continue at this pace, you will be dead tired by the time we board the IVANOSKI." The Doctor's words were ignored, the scientist not giving any signs of slowing down. "I need you to be ready to coordinate with the other medical team. They are counting on us to provide them with whatever data we have. They are not expecting answers; all they want is just a little more information than they already have."

"The answers are in there, somewhere," Maya said as she continued to work. "It has to be, we just need to find it before it is too late." Bruxa noted a sadness in the Shillian's voice. The intensity of her work and efforts came from somewhere. That the CMO was unaware of cause or reason, but she needed to address it. With Adriana busy with her own affairs, the Doctor needed to play Counselor, at least for the time being.

"Is everything alright?" Satella asked. Seeing Maya actually stop in her tracks, the CMO took a chance as to what the cause for this anguish could be. "I know we need to solve this mystery, but I'm afraid we can't. At least not right now and not in the amount of time we have. It may require us to actually be on GALEMAE before we can get the data we need to figure all this out. We are working on a static model without any live data to collaborate with our theories. Once we are on site, we will be able to follow the virus' progression. That's when we will be able to see how we need to proceed."

"It will be too late by then," Maya said, turning to look at Satella allowing the physician to see her tears. "All of the reports we have received show that the virus spreads quickly. The bigger problem is that we do not know how to contain it. The way it breached containment in that relay outpost proved that much. This means that we have no way to protect anyone, including ourselves. To make matters worse, the fatality rate of this virus is perfect. Anyone infected is instantly handed a death sentence. That is why we need to find something, anything that will help protect everyone from this virus."

"We will," Satella said trying to reassure the distraught Maya. "We just have to accept that it will take time for us to do this. Like the infections of old, we have to accept that time is part of the solution. No cure was ever found immediately after the discovery of a new pathogen. With the help of the medical staff of IVANOSKI, I am sure we will, in time find a way. It is not a question of if, but rather of when. Everyone involved in this is doing everything they can to make that happen as quickly as possible."

Maya suddenly appeared lost in her thoughts. Something that Satella said had caused the scientist's thoughts to jump their current tracks. The Doctor was hesitant to interrupt. Was this the result of the woman's anguish or had the CSciO been made to think of something that might actually help? Bruxa waited for a few more moments to see if she would come around on her own. When she did not, a gentle touch of her arm failed to bring the Shillian back.

"Maya?" The CMO was concerned. To see the woman moving so fast a few moments ago to being nearly catatonic was worrisome. "Is everything alright?" That is when a small smile began to form on the scientist's lips. Slowly, it grew to fill the woman's face easing the concerns of the Doctor standing in front of her.

"Yes," she absentmindedly replied. "I'm alright," she added, her gaze lost beyond the confines of the room. "Why didn't I think of this earlier? It was right there in front of me the whole time. I need to get back to my labs. There is an answer but it will not be found here. Why did I not think of this earlier?" Suddenly, Maya came back to herself and looked straight at Satella. "Thank you, Doctor; I will keep you up-to-date as to my findings and progress."  A few seconds later Maya was gone. The woman could move there was no denying that. The way she exited Sickbay though made it evident that the CSciO had come up with something. The question was what?

Rachel Jackie Johnson

Lieutenant JG Satella Bruxa [Access Character BIO for Satella Bruxa]
Chief Medical Officer

[Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint. - Mark Twain]
M12-P014: USS ANUBIS: Lopez: 33119.1430 ("A Matter of Perspective")
"A Matter of Perspective"
[Previous post: (ANU) "Unforgiving Time" & (BAS) "Path of Nothingness"]

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Holodeck 5
Stardate: 33119.1430

The plan was simple; learn how to act and speak like a Galemaen news anchor. Like so many other things though, this was easier said than done. GALEMAE was an isolated world with a government led by a Senate that displayed many xenophobe tendencies. The information given to the general public was heavily censored to avoid what those in charge referred to as 'outside contamination'. The goal, it seemed, was to make sure that the population would not be subjected to any foreign ideas or concepts.

It was only thanks to gathered intel that this much was known about the world and its people. The authoritarian government controlled every aspect of life on the planet, using the new media to help keep the general population docile and compliant. Understanding this made the role Adriana was currently learning that much more important.

"Jayson," Adriana said looking over the news desk she was sitting at. "Can we do something about this desk and chair? They give an entirely new meaning to the term 'uncomfortable'. I thinking even a Klingon would not be caught dead using these."

"Sorry Counselor. We have to make this look as believable and realistic as possible," the Chief of Operations explained. "The holodeck's system will be busy keeping up the illusion of you being a Galemaen, so to avoid any problems it is best to keep everything else static, this includes the camera and its angle to the desk. We had to make a few modifications to keep the relative perspective the same, as the average height of a Galemaen is only 1.25 meters. That alone should make Lt. Paquette happy as she would not have to break her neck while talking to any of them."

"Jayson, there is no need for you to take shots like that at her," the Counselor rebuked.

"I am behind by a few hundred shots fired," the Chief of Operations, said to justify his action. "Now, if you are ready, I would like to try the holographic matrix. If the image is not perfect, these little news broadcasts could end up having the opposite effect to what they are intended to achieve."

"I'm ready when you are," Adriana said, coming across as far more willing than she initially wanted to.

"Don't flirt with him," the illusionary sister chuckled, as she appeared sitting on the desk next to the other twin. "I am sure that the last thing you want is to have the Chief of Security go full red on you." Adrianna shot a quick glare at her sister, this not being the time or place for a mental projection of her sibling. The problem, had her sister been right, had she unintentionally flirted with him? As the ship's Counselor, she knew that something had happened between them, both Jayson and Ya'Han displaying signs of this, but that certainly did not give her the right to act as she had just been accused of by the illusionary sister.

"You are looking great," Jayson said taking the CNS by surprise causing her to snap her head and eyes back forward at the man and the inactive camera by his side.


"The holographic image," he clarified moving behind the camera to get a better perspective. "It looks great and seems to be keeping up with your moving about quite well. I would not suggest that you start to dance as it might not be able to keep up as well then, but it should be enough to maintain the illusion of you being a Galemaen. The rest will be entirely up to you. Care to give it a go, just you and me, alone?"

"You and me? Alone?" Adriana gasped, relieved that her blushing cheeks were hidden behind the holographic image currently being projected over her own features.

"Figures it would be easier this way," Jayson grinned. "Less stress if you don't have to be concerned with the thousands of people who will be looking at you, hanging on your every word. This will get you used to the camera. As much as we all get to do a great many different things in our line of work, being in front of a camera like this is not something that is part of our Academy training. Therefore, I figured that this is a good opportunity for you to get used to it.

"That was close," Amanda said with a smile, jumping off the desk to make her way to the camera set a few meters in front of the news desk. "Although I fear that it is not the thousands of people watching you that will be your greatest distraction. All it will take is one man to make you screw this up if you are not careful."

"I should not have any problems," the Counselor said, dismissing her sister's latest words. "I think it will be the delivery and the specific choice of words that are going to be the real challenge. We cannot simply say what we want them to hear; the authorities would be immediately alerted to there being something wrong. We have to be subtle about the information we will broadcast, tipping the public's opinion ever so slightly in favor of the medical team and their efforts to help. The wrong word, or the right words spoken too soon, could have disastrous results."

"I have the utmost confidence in your ability to say the right thing at the right time," Jayson reassured.

"No worries Sis, I will be right here to help you focus on what you need to, not what you want to."  Amanda's word left her twin sister silent. Was this true? Was Adriana looking at Jayson in any other way than a fellow shipmate? Had her knowledge of the troubles between him and Ya'Han made her feel as if she had the right to do this? If so, how could she ever continue to consider Ya'Han as a friend?

Marissa Montonera-Lombardi

Lieutenant JG Adriana Lopez [Access Character BIO for Adriana Lopez]
Ship's Counselor
M12-P015: USS ANUBIS: Maya: 33119.1430 ("Time For a Breakthrough")
"Time For a Breakthrough"
(Previous Posts: (ANU) "A Matter of Perspective" / (BAS) "Path of Nothingness")

Setting: USS ANUBIS, Deck 12, Quantum Physics Laboratory
Stardate: 33119.1430

Science is a multi-faceted field covering, in one way or another, the entirety of the universe in its infinite dimensions and possibilities. When Maya was brought in to help with the virus believed to have been the creation of the Lokustaar, the Shillian scientist had approached the matter as a member of the medical staff, as expected by her would-be cover identity. This had the result to have the Chief Science Officer look at the virus from a purely medical perspective. From that specific point of view though, things looked rather grim, as the virus appeared to be an unstoppable plague that would spread unchallenged casting a deathly shadow over the galaxy.

It was during the earlier conversation with Doctor Bruxa, the Chief Medical Officer of the USS ANUBIS, that Maya had an unexpected epiphany. Captain Morningstar had selected her to be part of the away team, not because of her medical expertise, which was extremely limited, but rather because of her knowledge of science in general. The moment she allowed herself to look at the pathogen from that perspective, several new possibilities opened up, but one stood above all others.  Satella kept saying that time was part of the solution, despite the Shillian strongly believing to the contrary, but now that she was looking at things from a different angle, time itself had indeed become the possible solution they were all looking for.

It was a generally accepted idea that the concept and time was in itself a dimension that affected all others. Through its many journeys to other spatial dimensions, the USS BASTET had discovered that the passage of time was not a constant but actually varied from one dimension to another. Since the Lokustaar originated from another dimension, it was a possibility that the mechanics of time did not affect them in the same manner as it did when they were physically here in this dimension. From that hypothesis, the idea could very well be expanded to include any biotechnology or even simple bio-matter that had come to be in this other and foreign dimension.

All that Maya needed to do was to figure out a way to apply this theory in a way that would give the medical team, as well as everyone else, the means to contain and maybe even fight the deadly virus. Isolating someone infected by the shadow disease in some sort of temporal field could, in theory, stop the progression of the pathogen, unfortunately, it would also make it impossible for anyone to interact with the patient as the temporal field would be rendered ineffective when breached. This meant that the Chief Science Officer needed to find a more precise way to target the virus using some temporal means to slow or maybe even reverse its progress.

The Shillian repeatedly wished that the Japanese Chief Science Officer of the USS BASTET had been available to lend her expertise. Thanks to her position on board the temporal and dimensional vessel, Misaki Mitshiba would have been the perfect person to confer with on this particular case. Alas, that was not a possibility due to the woman and her fellow shipmates being on a mission that took them well beyond the ability of anyone to reach them. On the other hand, thanks to them belonging to the same Intel organization, the data, and mechanics of the temporal drive were readily available to the Shillian. With such access, Maya now only needed to figure things out on her own, hence why she had come to the Quantum Physics Laboratory where she believed the instruments would be better suited to help. Her first objective was to figure out a way to directly affect the virus in a way that no medical means could ever hope to.

"Computer," Maya began as she prepared numerous screens to display the information she was about to request. "Perform an atomic scan of the virus and compare the quantum vibration of the sample to established norms for our universe. Once this is done, display on screen number 1 the results as a wavelength function. Using the same format, display the standard vibration for the base matter in this dimension on screen number 3. On screen number 2, overlap both visual representations of these vibrations highlighting any difference in amplitude and wavelength, no matter how small they may be. Once that is done, run a probability test as to the possible effects of exposure to targeted micro-graviton waves onto both the results of the scan of the virus sample and that of our base matter. Display a comparative result analysis on the primary screen noting any changes to both sets of waves. From there, we can start to figure out how we can affect the virus at an atomic level without disrupting the surrounding host tissue. If this works, we might have found a way to stop this virus dead in its tracks."

A few seconds passed as the computer worked to complete the long list of demands issued by the Chief Science Officer. =/\= Unable to comply, =/\= came the disappointing announcement. =/\= Sensors are unable to perform the atom scan on the stated sample. =/\=

"Of course," Maya sighed in despair. "That is part of why this is such a nightmare, our instruments can barely register that the virus is there, so it makes sense that the scanners cannot go in deeper to get the atomic information required for this analysis. I know that this is the way to go, I just need to figure out how to get in there." The Chief Science Officer turned her attention to another screen, calling up various other researches and high-end studies dealing with time.

"Computer," the Shillian scientist began after having found something of interest. "Could we use quantum displacement to obtain some of the atomic data required?" Maya asked, the idea being that when subjected to a specifically calibrated energy wave, the energy signature exiting the test area would be diminished by an exact proportion to the matter within the target area. If the shadow matter could not be itself scanned, it was hoped that the quantum energy it would deflect would be enough to get the information she needed.

=/\= The current sample cannot be used in this matter, =/\= the computer announced. =/\= A live sample would be required for such a process to be effective. =/\=

"Not the answer I was hoping for, but it is a step in the right direction," Maya said to herself, not ready to admit defeat. "We will need to wait until we reach GALEMAE for this part of the tests, but in the meantime, I can continue to run tests to see how we can use temporal energy waves to protect the members of the medical team. We might even be able to create a quarantine zone that the virus would be unable to breach, thus saving countless lives. The problem is that I am going to need some engineering help for this."  The Shillian paused for a moment before reaching for her communicator. "Lieutenant Commander Maya to Lieutenant Paquette."

=/\= This has to be serious, you just used both of our ranks. What can a gall like me do to help a shapeshifting ultra-science nerd like you? =/\=

"I need your help in building some micro-graviton field emitters able to be adapted to the slightest quantum variations in atomic vibrations. We will need them on GALEMAE," Maya said without explaining in more details the why or how this would actually work.

=/\= No super lengthy and overly detailed explanations? =/\= Sonja laughed. =/\= Now I know this is important and I will admit that my interest is truly piqued. Where are you? =/\=

"Deck 12, in the Quantum Physics Laboratory."

=/\= Of course you are. Stay put, I will be right there. Sonja out. =/\=

If this worked, even if only partially, it would be a monumental breakthrough in the fight against the shadow virus and the Lokustaar in general.

Jessica Solarik

Lieutenant Commander Maya [Access Character BIO for Maya]
Chief Science Officer


Captain Selene Fiona Iverson [Access Character BIO for Selene Iverson]
Former Commanding Officer

"To see the world in a grain of sand,
and a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour."
- William Blake (British, 1757-1827)

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