Looking for the rabbit (part 1)

Posted on Fri Nov 16th, 2012 @ 3:53pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Elizabeth Jackson & Lieutenant Malcolm Hoffman & Ensign Tallas Shirol
Edited on on Fri Nov 16th, 2012 @ 3:55pm

975 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Enemy Within: Lying in Wait
Location: Calypso (various)

ON

[Bridge]

Several ideas were slowly forming in Sam's mind. They were risky, but if she could pull them off, it could mean the difference between winning and losing this battle. And she was not about to lose. There was far too much at stake, not just for her and her crew, but for the entire sector.

But all things had to be done in order to make this work, and she needed time to put all the pieces in motion. "Lieutenant Hoffman, you have the bridge. Ensign Shirol, in my ready room."

"ME!? Erm- I mean yes Commodore." Malcolm then walked over and sat down, he felt starngely small in the big chair and he was having trouble breathing. 'Im having an anxiety attack! Not now!' He yelled out inside his head. He tried playing it off but his defenses were wearing down quickly, he wasn't ready for command let alone running the whole damn ship he just got here. 'I need to use my cool down word, cool down word.. what was it!?' He began to sweat, a little at first then a lot. 'Tellerite? No that's not it. Targ? No not that one either.' Then he remembered and a wave of relief washed over him. "Tribble!" He shouted drawing attention from across the bridge."Just thinking about tribbles, ignore me." Malcolm then sat back in the chair more relaxed with a slight smile on his face.

Sam couldn't help chuckling as she exited the bridge. She was going to like this counselor.

Once she was safely inside her office, she tapped her combadge. "York to Lieutenant Jackson."

"Jackson here," Lizzie replied from the arboretum.

"Do you have all the data on the Borg nanites written up?"

"Yes," Lizzie replied, slightly surprised. She wasn't sure why Sam would want that information now when they had a Borg ship on their tale, but she wasn't going to ask.

"Excellent. Can you send it to me now?"

"Umm...yeah. I'll send it immediately." Lizzie quickly loaded the information into the science database and sent Sam the information on where to find it.

"Thanks, Lizzie. York out."

Sam pulled out her data rods and inserted three into her computer, accessing several programs and creating a secure area to work at the same time. When she was satisfied that she had all she needed, she loaded Lizzie's data and waited for the Intel officer.

Tallas walked into the Ready Room. She was still a bit shaken and nervous with all that was going on, but she did her best to try to hide it. "You called me, Captain?"

"I need your help reprogramming Borg nanites. I have three goals in mind. First, I want to try and reverse the process of making people drones. If we can't do that, I want to make them lose contact with the collective and need to sleep. Do you think you can help me do that?" Sam asked. If she had more time, she could do it herself, but this needed to be done before Vance could regroup and attack.

"I-I-I can try, Captain." Tallas said, stuttering slightly. She cleared her throat a bit and paused for a moment before she continued. "From what I have read, the Borg Collective is a complicated system. Only a few accounts and details have been given about how it actually works from the inside." She paused again, looking into Yorks eyes with her own nervous gaze. She took in a deep breath and smiled as best she could. "But I will do whatever I can to make it happen. Work at 100% if you need it. 200% percent even."

"Your best will be good enough," Sam assured her.

Sam had research from several scientists on Borg nanites. She pulled it up and used it as a guide while she and Tallas worked. If this wasn't so crucial, she would enjoy the opportunity to get involved in programming again.

While they worked on reprogramming the nanites, Sam was pondering over how she could get the rest of her plan to work. She needed to get a team onto the Borg ship while distracting the drones.

A visual image made her smile. She quickly tapped her combadge, wanting to put the idea into practice. "York to tactical. I need six life pods loaded with tri-cobalt devices set with a radio detonation."

"Excuse me, ma'am, but you need what?" a male voice asked. Sam didn't think she knew the officer.

"Six life pods. Each one loaded with a tri-cobalt device. I want them to have a radio detonation so they can be detonated from a distance," she repeated.

"Why not just launch them in a torpedo?"

"Because a torpedo will be shot out of the sky. An life pod has a better chance of being undetected."

"What about..."

"Just do it as I asked. York out."

Sam sighed. She didn't have time to explain herself. It would all become clear later. Right now, she was getting all her ducks in a row.

When she and Tallas were done reprogramming the nanites, she replicated several thousand of them and loaded them into a hypospray.

"Thank you, Ensign," she said as she pocketed the hypospray and walked quickly out the door.

She glanced at Lieutenant Hoffman to make sure he was okay and stepped onto the turbolift to check on the doctored life pods. They were key to her plan to distract the Borg and get her Marines onto their ship.

As the turbolift doors closed, she tapped her combadge. "York to Mangalia, get a boarding party together and meet me in the transporter room in twenty minutes."

(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Malcolm Hoffman
Chief Counselor

Lieutenant JG Elizabeth "Lizzie" Jackson
Botanist

Ensign Tallas Shirol
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer

Ensign No name
Tactical

 

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