Star Trek: Tales of the Annapurna "Cold Station 47"
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Zombies have been very popular recently. It seems as if there has been a flood of movies about the undead recently.
Strangely I hadn't considered how cool a Trek zombie story would be until reading this.
Just remember to destroy there brains ... You gotta shoot'em in the head.
Very cool.
Strangely I hadn't considered how cool a Trek zombie story would be until reading this.
Just remember to destroy there brains ... You gotta shoot'em in the head.
Very cool.
Thankyou for the comments everyone - glad to see the story is still entertaining you. And here's the next installment of the story.
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
The phasers were pointed at the advancing deformed scientists but Kidder was reluctant to give the order to fire even though she and the other members of the team could clearly see that these people didn't harbor them good intentions. A phaser beam lanced through the air - struck the creature masquerading as an Andorian in the shoulder and whilst the Andorian staggered slightly, it didn't impede it's progress towards the team.
Phasers, surmised Kidder, were practically useless. And they were surrounded which wasn't the time to have a go at Kalen for firing without being ordered to, least he hadn't fired again. She could understand, this was his first away mission and he was probably 'bricking it', as her father might have said.
"Cover your eyes, don't open them until I say so ..." came a voice that she was vaguely familiar with. "Do it, do it now!"
Kidder obeyed, a scream told her that someone else hadn't as bright white light flooded through her closed eyelids. If her eyes were open, her retina would have been seared and she could have been blinded, temporarily for definite and possibly permanently.
"Now run - run forward, towards my voice ..." the voice urged. Kidder had no choice but to obey and hope that the other members of the away team would also obey.
After a moment of running forward, the sound of her footsteps changed from boot to earth and concrete to boot to metal and she realised she'd run forward into the entrance to the research facility. A gentle hand clamped on her shoulder.
"You can open your eyes now, Lieutenant," said the familiar voice and as Kidder did so, she saw the face from the message the Annapurna had recieved, the smiling yet nervous face of Doctor Persis Indeskar.
And the other members of the away team were there with her - all of them with one exception, Ensign Marcus. Ensign Marcus who must have been the one who hadn't closed their eyes before the flash had gone off.
Kidder turned to look out of the entrance towards where they'd been moments before and saw the creatures advancing on Ensign Marcus. He tried to fight the creatures off, blindly swatting around him with no idea where the next attack was going to come from.
Kidder resisted the urge to rush out and help him but knew that she would just be putting her own life and the life of the rest of her team at risk. Silently, the team watched as Marcus stopped struggling and disappeared beneath a mass of growling and feral aliens.
Starfleet Intelligence Field Office
Location: Classified
Admiral Seeley Brandon sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled in front of his face whilst he pondered the events that were undoubtedly transpiring in the Sanctuary Fold. He'd dispatched the Shackleton to Cold Station 47 in case the events got out of hand, they would cover his back for him on that occasion but there would be the ongoing issue of the USS Annapurna and whatever her crew had discovered.
And whatever they would discover in the future. He would need someone on the crew of the Annapurna, someone working for him and his superiors, someone he could trust to act in the best interest of 'Starfleet Intelligence'.
After a moment of considering the short list of people he trusted to do the job, he tapped his intercom button and opened a channel to the ante-office and his secretary.
"Emma," said Brandon to his secretary, "I want to see Oscar Brightman in my office as soon as possible ..."
Brightman was the best candidate, he'd blend in to the crew of the Annapurna and be able to spy on them on his behalf. He'd make sure that they didn't poke their noses too much into the other secrets that the Sanctuary Fold was holding in its grasp.
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
Indeskar led the away team to a section of the research station that she had managed to barricade to stop the creatures getting in. She was remaining tight lipped about what exactly had happened and how the creatures had evolved to their current status.
She did, however, reveal that the communications equipment had been damaged and that no official distress signal had been sent out and that she'd had to jury rig a battery to the transmitter to even get her own message out.
Kalen conducted scans of each of them to see if they had sustained any damage from the blast of light that had blinded the creatures, Kidder hesitated to use the word zombie even though that's what they resembled, and allowed them to get into the research station.
Now, the challenge would be to get back to the shuttlecraft with enough data to cultivate some sort of antidote to whatever had infected the other scientists. And that meant getting back to the shuttles, past the creatures she could see stood in their way from the window in Indeskar's barricaded sanctuary, which meant getting more of the blinding flares.
And, as Indeskar revealed -
"I used up all of the material making the ones I had, and the one I used to help you was the last one I made ..."
Kidder frowned.
"And phaser fire doesn't seem to affect them," she said out loud, more for her own benefit than anyone else's. She hated to have to open the floor to the crew but she was out of ideas herself. "Any ideas, anyone?"
Nobody immediately responded.
And that's when they heard the explosion and saw the Herzog exploding in a big fireball, a fireball that engulfed the Lachenal and sent that up in a second ball of flame and smoke. Things, considered Lieutenant Kidder, were going from bad to worse.
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
The phasers were pointed at the advancing deformed scientists but Kidder was reluctant to give the order to fire even though she and the other members of the team could clearly see that these people didn't harbor them good intentions. A phaser beam lanced through the air - struck the creature masquerading as an Andorian in the shoulder and whilst the Andorian staggered slightly, it didn't impede it's progress towards the team.
Phasers, surmised Kidder, were practically useless. And they were surrounded which wasn't the time to have a go at Kalen for firing without being ordered to, least he hadn't fired again. She could understand, this was his first away mission and he was probably 'bricking it', as her father might have said.
"Cover your eyes, don't open them until I say so ..." came a voice that she was vaguely familiar with. "Do it, do it now!"
Kidder obeyed, a scream told her that someone else hadn't as bright white light flooded through her closed eyelids. If her eyes were open, her retina would have been seared and she could have been blinded, temporarily for definite and possibly permanently.
"Now run - run forward, towards my voice ..." the voice urged. Kidder had no choice but to obey and hope that the other members of the away team would also obey.
After a moment of running forward, the sound of her footsteps changed from boot to earth and concrete to boot to metal and she realised she'd run forward into the entrance to the research facility. A gentle hand clamped on her shoulder.
"You can open your eyes now, Lieutenant," said the familiar voice and as Kidder did so, she saw the face from the message the Annapurna had recieved, the smiling yet nervous face of Doctor Persis Indeskar.
And the other members of the away team were there with her - all of them with one exception, Ensign Marcus. Ensign Marcus who must have been the one who hadn't closed their eyes before the flash had gone off.
Kidder turned to look out of the entrance towards where they'd been moments before and saw the creatures advancing on Ensign Marcus. He tried to fight the creatures off, blindly swatting around him with no idea where the next attack was going to come from.
Kidder resisted the urge to rush out and help him but knew that she would just be putting her own life and the life of the rest of her team at risk. Silently, the team watched as Marcus stopped struggling and disappeared beneath a mass of growling and feral aliens.
Starfleet Intelligence Field Office
Location: Classified
Admiral Seeley Brandon sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled in front of his face whilst he pondered the events that were undoubtedly transpiring in the Sanctuary Fold. He'd dispatched the Shackleton to Cold Station 47 in case the events got out of hand, they would cover his back for him on that occasion but there would be the ongoing issue of the USS Annapurna and whatever her crew had discovered.
And whatever they would discover in the future. He would need someone on the crew of the Annapurna, someone working for him and his superiors, someone he could trust to act in the best interest of 'Starfleet Intelligence'.
After a moment of considering the short list of people he trusted to do the job, he tapped his intercom button and opened a channel to the ante-office and his secretary.
"Emma," said Brandon to his secretary, "I want to see Oscar Brightman in my office as soon as possible ..."
Brightman was the best candidate, he'd blend in to the crew of the Annapurna and be able to spy on them on his behalf. He'd make sure that they didn't poke their noses too much into the other secrets that the Sanctuary Fold was holding in its grasp.
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
Indeskar led the away team to a section of the research station that she had managed to barricade to stop the creatures getting in. She was remaining tight lipped about what exactly had happened and how the creatures had evolved to their current status.
She did, however, reveal that the communications equipment had been damaged and that no official distress signal had been sent out and that she'd had to jury rig a battery to the transmitter to even get her own message out.
Kalen conducted scans of each of them to see if they had sustained any damage from the blast of light that had blinded the creatures, Kidder hesitated to use the word zombie even though that's what they resembled, and allowed them to get into the research station.
Now, the challenge would be to get back to the shuttlecraft with enough data to cultivate some sort of antidote to whatever had infected the other scientists. And that meant getting back to the shuttles, past the creatures she could see stood in their way from the window in Indeskar's barricaded sanctuary, which meant getting more of the blinding flares.
And, as Indeskar revealed -
"I used up all of the material making the ones I had, and the one I used to help you was the last one I made ..."
Kidder frowned.
"And phaser fire doesn't seem to affect them," she said out loud, more for her own benefit than anyone else's. She hated to have to open the floor to the crew but she was out of ideas herself. "Any ideas, anyone?"
Nobody immediately responded.
And that's when they heard the explosion and saw the Herzog exploding in a big fireball, a fireball that engulfed the Lachenal and sent that up in a second ball of flame and smoke. Things, considered Lieutenant Kidder, were going from bad to worse.
Talk about going from the frying pan directly into the fire! 
Yeah, this is not going so well for them.
Question: Though phaser stun has no effect on the zombified scientists, what about the higher settings into the lethal range? After all, a phaser set to vaporize doesn't care if the tissue it's disintegrating is living, undead, or what-have-you.
Yeah, this is not going so well for them.Question: Though phaser stun has no effect on the zombified scientists, what about the higher settings into the lethal range? After all, a phaser set to vaporize doesn't care if the tissue it's disintegrating is living, undead, or what-have-you.
Kidder is reluctant to even consider the use of the lethal settings on the phasers as, as far as she's concerned, there's still the hope of trying to reverse whatever has happened to the scientists and the numbers were both against them and they were still in shock from the light burst when they lost Marcus to the creatures.
You raise a good point and it's one that's going to be followed up on in the following installments.
All will be revealed in due course - there is an answer to that one coming up, like there's an answer to what would happen if a lethal setting on a phaser were used.
We'll be seeing Admiral Brandon (named for the Charles Brandon character in The Tudors and the Seeley Booth character in Bones) in future Tales of the Annapurna.
You raise a good point and it's one that's going to be followed up on in the following installments.
All will be revealed in due course - there is an answer to that one coming up, like there's an answer to what would happen if a lethal setting on a phaser were used.
We'll be seeing Admiral Brandon (named for the Charles Brandon character in The Tudors and the Seeley Booth character in Bones) in future Tales of the Annapurna.
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Ah, that's what I figured. Too bad for Marcus, though.
This has a very classic science fiction feel to it - a crew from a spaceship, stranded in an isolated station surrounded by monsters, aided by a single scientist. I really like it!
I must admit, I was slightly disappointed the monsters weren't muttering "brains . . . brains . . ." That would have been a bit over the top.
Obviously, SFI has a vested interest in what's going on in the Sanctuary Fold. We'll just have to see whether Oscar Brightman likes his martinis shaken or stirred.
I must admit, I was slightly disappointed the monsters weren't muttering "brains . . . brains . . ." That would have been a bit over the top.
Obviously, SFI has a vested interest in what's going on in the Sanctuary Fold. We'll just have to see whether Oscar Brightman likes his martinis shaken or stirred.
Again, I love the Zombies in space concept.
And I can see why Kidder would not attempt to kill them right away. After all most people have the misguided notion that they can save those poor bastards the first time around. No. As I said before, you gotta shoot'em in the head.
But Kidder has a lot to learn as a first officer. It is nearly unforgivable that she gave no oders to her team during that crisis and instead 'trusted' that her people would follow her example, literally with their eyes closed. She deserves a certain amount of blame for Marcus' death.
And I can see why Kidder would not attempt to kill them right away. After all most people have the misguided notion that they can save those poor bastards the first time around. No. As I said before, you gotta shoot'em in the head.
But Kidder has a lot to learn as a first officer. It is nearly unforgivable that she gave no oders to her team during that crisis and instead 'trusted' that her people would follow her example, literally with their eyes closed. She deserves a certain amount of blame for Marcus' death.
And now, the latest installment in our tale ...
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
As the fires fueled by the explosion of the Lachenal and the Herzog continued to burn, Kidder turned from the window and retreated to a dark corner of the room and began considering everything that had gone on since she had stepped onto the planet - every decision that had led to the loss of the shuttles and the loss of Ensign Marcus' life.
Analysing every step of the way how she could have saved his life. Should she have used lethal settings on the phasers, could she have given instructions to the team instead of just following the orders Indeskar had barked and assuming her crew would do the same.
It had all happened so fast, but she knew she could have done something to save his life. Something. Anything.
She hadn't heard Santoro make his way across the room. He perched on the edge of a bench and waited for her to register his presence.
"Permission to speak freely, Ma'am," asked the German/Italian pilot.
"Permission granted," said Kidder, afraid of what he was going to say but knowing that it couldn't be any worse than the accusations she was throwing at herself.
"What the hell happened out there?"
"I ... don't know ..." she stammered. "I should have been able to save him."
"Damn right you should have ..."
Kidder was shocked, it was like a verbal slap round the face - it sobered her up and made her focus on the matter at hand.
"Why didn't we try using lethal settings?"
"I wasn't willing to murder the scientists, Lieutenant. I believe ... no, I hope ... we can reverse what's happened to them," said the freshly minted First Officer. "And, in retrospect, I should have been willing - to use lethal force - to save Marcus."
"'Course you should have, Ma'am," continued Santoro, then, his face softening a bit. "But we were all there, we all had the option of using lethal force and it did all happen so fast and none of us used it ..."
He edged off the bench.
"Just don't let Marcus' death be in vain."
Kidder nodded, she wouldn't. At that point, Indeskar, who had been floating at a nearby work station made her way over to the two senior Starfleet crewmembers present.
Quietly, she spoke.
"Lethal force wouldn't have done much good, Lieutenant. The Great Bird knows I tried using lethal settings on the avaliable phasers, the energy just disperses across their bodies - it has no effect ..." revealed the scientist.
"How can that happen?"
Indeskar shrugged.
"I don't know. I had no way to anticipate that would happen ..."
Something snapped inside Kidder, she was sick and tired of not knowing the truth about what was going on at the station. Out of not knowing the truth, she'd lost one of her own crew and unwittingly stranded them on the planet.
She took hold of Indeskar by the collar and rammed the shorter woman up against the wall, unholstering her phaser and pointing it at the scientists head.
Santoro leaped in, Ensign Kelly rushed over. Samuel, Kalen and Lang looked on from the other side of the barricaded room, their faces painted with shock.
"You," said Kidder, "are going to tell me exactly what the hell was going on here."
USS Annapurna NCC 70000
Geo-stationary orbit above Cold Station 47
Lieutenant Orra looked up from the Ops station, angled her head to face Darcy who rested in the centralised commanders chair. His eyes determined, focused on the planet displayed on the screen and the electrical storm that still continued.
"Still no way to get through to the team?" he questioned.
"'Fraid not, Sir," replied the Deltan. "However, we have had a message from the Antiem. They're due to arrive on station in thirty minutes and are prepared to render all help possible."
"God bless the Antiem," said Darcy quietly. "Anything else, Lieutenant?"
Orra shook her head, until her eyes were drawn to one of her monitors and the blinking message flashing up on it.
"Sir? We've just recieved indications that the USS Shackleton will arrive in orbit within the next twelve hours at which point Captain Montoya will assume command of the situation ..."
Darcy raised an eyebrow.
"What the frack does Starfleet Intelligence have down there that's so important to them, Lieutenant?"
"Frelled if I know, Sir," retorted the Deltan.
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
"I was provided with a sample of a bio-pathogen and instructed to develop it for use against the Dominion," revealed Indeskar. "But the pathogen had partly degraded when it was given to me, I don't know where Starfleet had got it from, so I had to spend my time restabilising the pathogen's viral coding ..."
Kidder blinked in suprise.
"Starfleet Intelligence was secretly backing a biological warfare initiative?" she questioned.
Indeskar nodded.
"As far as I know, they weren't entirely convinced that the Dominion were totally trustworthy and wanted this bio-pathogen ready in case they attempted to invade again," continued the scientist. "Thing is, the bio-pathogen appears to have been able to be attached to any genetic code - it could be tailored to harm only certain races - it could be released onto a planet with a mixed population and only affect one race ..."
"Pardon me if I'm wrong," said Kalen, "but that doesn't appear to have been the case here ..."
"I'd not finished coding it to a specific racial profile. It was wide open and it would affect everyone ..."
"Everyone apart from you, obviously," said Kidder, still angered.
"I used my own genetic code as a base for the virus, it won't affect me," said the scientist. "And the virus will have died now, it won't affect you either." Her face creased with guilt and the realisation of what she had done. "I had no way of knowing - no way of ..."
Kidder fumed, then spoke:
"Can you put together an antidote?"
"I don't know," said Indeskar.
Kidder forced her phaser into the scientists face.
"That wasn't the answer I was looking for, Doctor. Now, I'll ask again, do you or do you not think you can put together an antidote. Let me give you a hint, the right answer begins with a y and ends in an s and there's an e in between ..."
Indeskar nodded, tears rolling down her cheek.
"I can try, but I'll need equipment and a sample that we just don't have here ..." she stated, mopping the tears from her cheek with the sleeve of her tunic.
Kidder nodded.
"Tell me what you need."
Indeskar picked up a PADD and typed instructions into the PADD quickly before handing it to the Annapurna's furious XO who gave it a review and looked over it.
"Kelly, Kalen, you're with me. Santoro, until we get back, you're in charge ..." barked Kidder before she and the other two Annapurna crewmen left the room and Indeskar proceeded to barricade it again.
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
As the fires fueled by the explosion of the Lachenal and the Herzog continued to burn, Kidder turned from the window and retreated to a dark corner of the room and began considering everything that had gone on since she had stepped onto the planet - every decision that had led to the loss of the shuttles and the loss of Ensign Marcus' life.
Analysing every step of the way how she could have saved his life. Should she have used lethal settings on the phasers, could she have given instructions to the team instead of just following the orders Indeskar had barked and assuming her crew would do the same.
It had all happened so fast, but she knew she could have done something to save his life. Something. Anything.
She hadn't heard Santoro make his way across the room. He perched on the edge of a bench and waited for her to register his presence.
"Permission to speak freely, Ma'am," asked the German/Italian pilot.
"Permission granted," said Kidder, afraid of what he was going to say but knowing that it couldn't be any worse than the accusations she was throwing at herself.
"What the hell happened out there?"
"I ... don't know ..." she stammered. "I should have been able to save him."
"Damn right you should have ..."
Kidder was shocked, it was like a verbal slap round the face - it sobered her up and made her focus on the matter at hand.
"Why didn't we try using lethal settings?"
"I wasn't willing to murder the scientists, Lieutenant. I believe ... no, I hope ... we can reverse what's happened to them," said the freshly minted First Officer. "And, in retrospect, I should have been willing - to use lethal force - to save Marcus."
"'Course you should have, Ma'am," continued Santoro, then, his face softening a bit. "But we were all there, we all had the option of using lethal force and it did all happen so fast and none of us used it ..."
He edged off the bench.
"Just don't let Marcus' death be in vain."
Kidder nodded, she wouldn't. At that point, Indeskar, who had been floating at a nearby work station made her way over to the two senior Starfleet crewmembers present.
Quietly, she spoke.
"Lethal force wouldn't have done much good, Lieutenant. The Great Bird knows I tried using lethal settings on the avaliable phasers, the energy just disperses across their bodies - it has no effect ..." revealed the scientist.
"How can that happen?"
Indeskar shrugged.
"I don't know. I had no way to anticipate that would happen ..."
Something snapped inside Kidder, she was sick and tired of not knowing the truth about what was going on at the station. Out of not knowing the truth, she'd lost one of her own crew and unwittingly stranded them on the planet.
She took hold of Indeskar by the collar and rammed the shorter woman up against the wall, unholstering her phaser and pointing it at the scientists head.
Santoro leaped in, Ensign Kelly rushed over. Samuel, Kalen and Lang looked on from the other side of the barricaded room, their faces painted with shock.
"You," said Kidder, "are going to tell me exactly what the hell was going on here."
USS Annapurna NCC 70000
Geo-stationary orbit above Cold Station 47
Lieutenant Orra looked up from the Ops station, angled her head to face Darcy who rested in the centralised commanders chair. His eyes determined, focused on the planet displayed on the screen and the electrical storm that still continued.
"Still no way to get through to the team?" he questioned.
"'Fraid not, Sir," replied the Deltan. "However, we have had a message from the Antiem. They're due to arrive on station in thirty minutes and are prepared to render all help possible."
"God bless the Antiem," said Darcy quietly. "Anything else, Lieutenant?"
Orra shook her head, until her eyes were drawn to one of her monitors and the blinking message flashing up on it.
"Sir? We've just recieved indications that the USS Shackleton will arrive in orbit within the next twelve hours at which point Captain Montoya will assume command of the situation ..."
Darcy raised an eyebrow.
"What the frack does Starfleet Intelligence have down there that's so important to them, Lieutenant?"
"Frelled if I know, Sir," retorted the Deltan.
Cold Station 47
Somewhere in the Sanctuary Fold
"I was provided with a sample of a bio-pathogen and instructed to develop it for use against the Dominion," revealed Indeskar. "But the pathogen had partly degraded when it was given to me, I don't know where Starfleet had got it from, so I had to spend my time restabilising the pathogen's viral coding ..."
Kidder blinked in suprise.
"Starfleet Intelligence was secretly backing a biological warfare initiative?" she questioned.
Indeskar nodded.
"As far as I know, they weren't entirely convinced that the Dominion were totally trustworthy and wanted this bio-pathogen ready in case they attempted to invade again," continued the scientist. "Thing is, the bio-pathogen appears to have been able to be attached to any genetic code - it could be tailored to harm only certain races - it could be released onto a planet with a mixed population and only affect one race ..."
"Pardon me if I'm wrong," said Kalen, "but that doesn't appear to have been the case here ..."
"I'd not finished coding it to a specific racial profile. It was wide open and it would affect everyone ..."
"Everyone apart from you, obviously," said Kidder, still angered.
"I used my own genetic code as a base for the virus, it won't affect me," said the scientist. "And the virus will have died now, it won't affect you either." Her face creased with guilt and the realisation of what she had done. "I had no way of knowing - no way of ..."
Kidder fumed, then spoke:
"Can you put together an antidote?"
"I don't know," said Indeskar.
Kidder forced her phaser into the scientists face.
"That wasn't the answer I was looking for, Doctor. Now, I'll ask again, do you or do you not think you can put together an antidote. Let me give you a hint, the right answer begins with a y and ends in an s and there's an e in between ..."
Indeskar nodded, tears rolling down her cheek.
"I can try, but I'll need equipment and a sample that we just don't have here ..." she stated, mopping the tears from her cheek with the sleeve of her tunic.
Kidder nodded.
"Tell me what you need."
Indeskar picked up a PADD and typed instructions into the PADD quickly before handing it to the Annapurna's furious XO who gave it a review and looked over it.
"Kelly, Kalen, you're with me. Santoro, until we get back, you're in charge ..." barked Kidder before she and the other two Annapurna crewmen left the room and Indeskar proceeded to barricade it again.
Hmm. Not sure about Kidder. She went from indecisive to hyper-aggressive in about five seconds. It seems the pressure of her first away mission might be causing her to fray at the edges. Oh, well... better to get it out of her system right up front, I suppose.
And a rogue anti-Dominion virus on the loose is only adding to the 'oh s&*t' factor here.
Great stuff, keep it coming.
And a rogue anti-Dominion virus on the loose is only adding to the 'oh s&*t' factor here.
Great stuff, keep it coming.
Glad you're still enjoying it anyway - there's still a few twists to come before we reach our conclusion.
Interesting origin of the virus and very Starfleet Intel - of course we presume she's telling the truth ... one thing is certain, that the crew of the Annapurna are headed for trouble with SI on its way to the sector and assuming command.
Liking the zombie storyline entrenched in a trek like fashion. A very sus scientist but best of all is seeing Kidder. She's had a flux of emotions and reactions with this away mission - thrown into the deep end and has a lot to contend with. As Gibraltar says, she has gone from one extreme to the other. She might be a capable officer but being in command means making the decisions such as saving the zombies but sacrificing Marcus. Such a decision costs her dearly and might waken her up to the full realities of the trust placed on her. Lastly, the loss of one crew mate has to be a major impact on such a small vessel. Dear oh dear. Great stuff. Our Border Dogs don't get it easy.
Liking the zombie storyline entrenched in a trek like fashion. A very sus scientist but best of all is seeing Kidder. She's had a flux of emotions and reactions with this away mission - thrown into the deep end and has a lot to contend with. As Gibraltar says, she has gone from one extreme to the other. She might be a capable officer but being in command means making the decisions such as saving the zombies but sacrificing Marcus. Such a decision costs her dearly and might waken her up to the full realities of the trust placed on her. Lastly, the loss of one crew mate has to be a major impact on such a small vessel. Dear oh dear. Great stuff. Our Border Dogs don't get it easy.
Kidder has been thrown into a dangerous situation with more questions than answers. She's got to find that place where she can make hard decisions without hesitation or second-guessing herself. She doesn't have the luxury of introspection at this point.
Another good segment. It makes a certain degree of sense that someone in Starfleet would want to keep an effective weapon on hand in case the Dominion should come calling once more. Unfortunately, such weapons can turn around and bite their creators.
Another good segment. It makes a certain degree of sense that someone in Starfleet would want to keep an effective weapon on hand in case the Dominion should come calling once more. Unfortunately, such weapons can turn around and bite their creators.
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