<USS Banshee> "A New Resource."
- From: EnsnSaraCrusher@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 21:27:42 EDT
"A New Resource."
By: Lt. Commander Sara Kaelyre
The transporter room had an eerie look to it. The walls and panels were
dark, yet had a creepy neon blue and orange glow to them. It felt slightly
cooler
then other parts of the ship, and there was an on going low hum that seemed
to come from everywhere. Sara looked around the empty room biting her lower
lip as she waited for the transport buffer records to download. An entire
planet of humans who had achieved her personal goal, they had defeated the
aging
process and Sara was going to find out how. She had hoped to do a full exam on
Captain Davis, but the unaged captain had denied her the chance, she did not
however say that Sara couldn’t down load and analyze the bio-scan taken
during transport.
If she could find out how the people on the planet had been changed, how
their aging had been changed, it would boost her research, her forthcoming ‘
treatment’, up by months. The padd that was connected to the transport
control
island beeped letting Sara know that it was finished. She unlocked it from
it’s
port, slid it into the pocket of her lab coat, and then after turning off the
consol and cracking her neck Sara headed back to sick bay.
The halls were buzzing with officers as they moved though the ship and Sara
tried her best to smile at them as she passed, but it seemed like her friendly
and out going self had long been smothered by her fears, desires, drive to
complete her work, and mostly her out right fatigue, and exhaustion. She knew
she was being snippy and down right bitchy with most everyone, she knew her
staff was walking around on egg shells around her. Her Betazoid empathy was
screaming at her that more then one of her nurses was ready to pop her one, and
that Tel was worried about her, and that the new doctor hated her, but she
told herself over and over that she couldn’t help it and that they didn’t
understand. They didn’t know that the long hours in the lab were necessary.
She
hated all the time her work was taking away from her and Cyanah, but in the
long run it was the work she was doing that would give them more time
together. It would give all couples who were like she and Cyanah, facing the
fact
that one of them would grow old while the other didn’t, more time together
as
physical equals.
Sara was also sensing that Cyanah was beginning to worry about her more and
more as well. She didn’t like the lack of sleep Sara was getting, the late
hours she was keeping, the fact that she was being so tight lipped on details
about what she was doing. Cyanah would understand when Sara finally told her
what she’d done, she’d get why Sara had to put in all the extra work.
Wouldn't
she?
Sara by passed her office and went right to her lab. She took the padd from
her lab coat pocket and locked it into a download port and then began
writing the note she’d started before the away team. All the excitement over
Davis
and her crew might have given Sara a new resource, but she wasn’t going to
give up on the work she’d completed so far. She needed Borg nanoprobes and
she
only knew of one person who could help her find out how to get them without
setting off red flags all over Star Fleet medical and on Banshee herself. The
last thing she needed was to have her executive officer find out she was
requesting Borg technology, especially since she shared a bed with and wore
said
executive officer’s wedding ring.
Sara finished the note and sat back in her chair as she called out, “
Computer encrypt message and send to Efra Leor at her home in San Francisco,
Earth..”
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