Jim sighed. "Well, he was the senior officer on the bridge when the Firestorm shot the Sally down, so he must've given the final order. Don't worry, I doubt he has any other charges to hand out, although I wouldn't be surprised if he dropped a couple charges on Sarah for actually throwing herself, and her ship into danger, against orders, like she did..."
Jim sighed. "Well let's just hope it doesn't--" Everyone nearby heard the purr of a Tribble closeby. Jim looked around, and saw faces looking towards him. He looked down, and spotted a Tribble by his feet. He picked it up and set it on the table. "Never mind, I think we got it."
Jim looked at the Tribble. "Where in the world did he come from?"
He picked it up and examined it more closely. He turned it, as a Borg implant on the furry creature would become apparent to Krystal.
Jim looked up, and noticed a light flickering behind Krystal. His combadge soon chirped. He tapped it in reply. "Dennison here."
"Sek here, checking the Firestorm over for any anomalies. We've found a light being assimilated by Borg technology. We think there may be some Borg nanoprobes scattered about the ship. We're already working to remove them, but it may take a little while, so we've shut down main power until we fine them all."
Jim looked a little nervous, and replied. "We've found a Tribble on ESD that's in the middle of being assimilated. It's station-wide."
Sek replied over the comms. "Yes, but I'd seriously advise against using that on the station as a whole, unless you want to kill everyone on board, so we'll have to find and destroy the nanoprobes one by one, and that could take awhile."
Jim sighed. "Alright then. Get everyone on the Firestorm working on that, and I'll take care of things here."
He tapped his combadge, then tapped it again. "Admiral Nat, it's Jim. We have a problem..."
"What if we modified our weapons to fire a condensed burst of omicron particles? As a precaution, a medical team could disperse Spacedock with inoculations for everyone."
"There may be a reserve of omicorn particles in Spacedock's lower level science labs. As for us, if we get infected by nanoprobes, we may need an injection of Task Force Omega's immunosupport nanites. Though, I'm not sure Spacedock has any of those."
Jim nodded. "I'll get the omega hypos then, and meet you there. Admiral, has the crew found anything on the Mephiles?"
The admiral replied, "not yet. Looks like it may only be station wide, and not the surrounding ships, but I'm putting the area under quarantine regardless. No ship is to enter or leave orbit until the situation is under control, and no one is leaving or boarding spacedock, either, from this moment on. Nat out."
Jim sighed and headed for the transporter room. There were already a dozen Omega Operatives there with crates of the Omega Force immunosupport nanites, a crate containing an Omega armor suit (with integrated shielding, and an omega rifle), and a couple crates with Omega force personal shield units. One of the the operatives turned to Jim directly, although it was hard to tell through the helmet. "We brought the three of you some armor, too, just in case."
Jim sighed again. "Of course, people can always beam over before he gave out the order."
The omega evidently chuckled. "Shall we go?"
Jim replied as he pulled out the armor and started putting it on, over his uniform. "I'd suggest a site to site transport or the turbolift, but that could be risky, so I suggest we take the long way..." he continued as he finished putting the armor on, "...in case something fails. Pass me a couple of the nanite hypos?"
The operative passed Jim a couple of the nanite hypos, and Jim attached them to his armor's hypo attachment spots, then turned to the other operatives. "Lets go."
Elric nodded to Jade and then left Club 47 for the main concourse. Zeta caught up with him and attached to his upper arm as he approached the turbolifts which did not open. "Damn, lockdown procedures." He then went to a section and accessed a Jeffery's tube, making his way down.
Jim and the group of Omega Operatives followed as well, taking all the Omega immunosupport nanites and the extra Omega personal shield units with them.
Elric climbed down the ladder, passing through floor-door after door as he descended the decks. He stopped at Deck 50 to catch his breath. When he was joined by the others, he snapped his fingers. "Ah, I forgot about the anti-omicron inoculations that need to be prepped and distributed."
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11 of 14 was working on repairing something, and then saw something and spoke up. "Oh no."
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He picked it up and examined it more closely. He turned it, as a Borg implant on the furry creature would become apparent to Krystal.
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"Captain... set that thing on a table and step away," she said.
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He stopped further back, as additional implants started appearing on the Tribble. "It's being assimilated? How?"
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"Sek here, checking the Firestorm over for any anomalies. We've found a light being assimilated by Borg technology. We think there may be some Borg nanoprobes scattered about the ship. We're already working to remove them, but it may take a little while, so we've shut down main power until we fine them all."
Jim looked a little nervous, and replied. "We've found a Tribble on ESD that's in the middle of being assimilated. It's station-wide."
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Jim sighed. "Alright then. Get everyone on the Firestorm working on that, and I'll take care of things here."
He tapped his combadge, then tapped it again. "Admiral Nat, it's Jim. We have a problem..."
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The admiral replied, "not yet. Looks like it may only be station wide, and not the surrounding ships, but I'm putting the area under quarantine regardless. No ship is to enter or leave orbit until the situation is under control, and no one is leaving or boarding spacedock, either, from this moment on. Nat out."
Jim sighed and headed for the transporter room. There were already a dozen Omega Operatives there with crates of the Omega Force immunosupport nanites, a crate containing an Omega armor suit (with integrated shielding, and an omega rifle), and a couple crates with Omega force personal shield units. One of the the operatives turned to Jim directly, although it was hard to tell through the helmet. "We brought the three of you some armor, too, just in case."
Jim sighed again. "Of course, people can always beam over before he gave out the order."
The omega evidently chuckled. "Shall we go?"
Jim replied as he pulled out the armor and started putting it on, over his uniform. "I'd suggest a site to site transport or the turbolift, but that could be risky, so I suggest we take the long way..." he continued as he finished putting the armor on, "...in case something fails. Pass me a couple of the nanite hypos?"
The operative passed Jim a couple of the nanite hypos, and Jim attached them to his armor's hypo attachment spots, then turned to the other operatives. "Lets go."
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