章節 30: Learning Curve: Part One
Chapter 32: Learning Curve.
(Three weeks later. Time: 6:35 am.)
Captain Kathryn Janeway's POV
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I yawned as I sipped my first cup of coffee for the day and sat on my sofa as I watched Micheal and Sarah argue over a Flotter toy I gave them for a Christmas present. Micheal tugged on it and Sarah tugged back with a growl. Mollie was still asleep on my bed so hopefully, she isn't woken up by this.
"Sarah!" Micheal complained as he yanked back with all his force. "It is my turn! Stop being a baby!"
"NO! You played with Flotter yesterday!!" Sarah yelled back and yanked, but not strong enough to lose Micheal's grip.
I stood up ready to break them up when the door suddenly chimed.
"Enter." I barked as they continued to tug and yank on the doll.
Bini Filters who entered with a ruffled uniform and messy hair stumbled in and leaned against the wall as she brushed her loss hair aside, which was usually in a ponytail.
"Ensign? What happened to you?" I asked. She held up her finger for me to give her a minute before she took in deep slow breathes as Micheal knocked Sarah to the ground and Sarah managed to get Flotter and ran into the bedroom, closing the door and locking it.
"A security team, including me had to break up a fight in engineering." She said sleepily and handed me a padd detailing the events. I grabbed it and quickly read it over, then straightened my uniform and quickly thanked Bini before marching over to Micheal and Sarah.
"Kids, please keep it down." I pleaded to Micheal and through the door to Sarah, who was still locked in.
"Mommy, she took my toy!" Micheal argued.
"Not fair! Pants on fire!" Sarah yelled back through the door.
"If you two don't figure out how to solve this soon, I will not give you dessert at dinnertime." I threatened. Micheal hesitated on his pounding of the door and then backed away in defeat. "Besides it is breakfast time. Bini is here to bring you to the messhall."
Bini snapped her head up to me and opened her mouth to protest before Sarah opened the door and did a death march into the living room and stood beside Bini, then gave Micheal one of the famous Janeway glares before looking at the floor.
Bini sighed and sagged a little.
"Captain-"
"Isn't that right, Ensign?" I pressed. Giving her the cue that this was important. She seemed to have taken the cue and nodded. She gestured Sarah and Micheal to follow her and they headed out into the corridor. I felt a little gulity for making Bini do this but Micheal and Sarah could use her company right now. They have been restless recently. Maybe I should give Bini a day off-
Suddenly the lights flickered and shut off, after a few moments they returned. Great.
"Janeway to Bridge. Report." I said over my combadge as I rushed out of my quarters and towards the nearest turbolift.
"We're experiencing power fluctuations on a few decks but mainly deck 6, Captain. Mister Tuvok is investigating." Chakotay replied over the channel.
"Keep me informed. Janeway out."
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Tuvok's POV
I walked down deck 6 with my tricorder recording data in my investigation to the power failure interrupting the ship's systems. I stopped once I found the source, I stood at an open access panel in the corridor's bulkhead. I tapped my combadge as the situation puzzled me.
"Tuvok to Lieutenant Torres. Has any equipment repair been authorized on Deck six?"
"Negative. What's going on?" Lieutenant Torres asked from engineering.
"Stand by." I ordered and suddenly Crewman Dalby poked his head out from the access area and gave me a smirk.
"Be careful! Sorry. You might have broken the connection." Dalby informed me as he grabbed his engineering kit that was full of Bio-Neural packs. He swiftly closed it and got out of the access pint and stood up. Quickly brushing off his uniform.
"Crewman Dalby, what are you doing here?" I asked with a raised eyebrow of suspicion as I closed my tricorder and reattached it to my belt.
"One of the bio-neural gel packs was malfunctioning. I had to replace it." He explained and picked up the kit.
"Did you inform Lieutenant Torres?"
"Not yet. I was just going to take this to Engineering for analysis." He replied and gestured to the kit.
"On this ship we have a protocol for such procedures."
"I was in the area, I saw a malfunctioning gel pack and I fixed it. What's the problem?" Dalby snapped, his aggression flared.
"Your repair interrupted a number of ships functions. That is the problem."
"I guess I'm used to doing things a little differently. On our ship, when something went wrong, you fixed it."
"I would remind you, Mister Dalby, that you are no longer on a Maquis ship."
"I'm well aware of that, Lieutenant. And every minute of every day I regret it. I was just trying to do my job, trying to help out. If that goes against Starfleet's almighty rules then put me in the brig. Otherwise, leave me alone." Dalby snapped and stormed down the corridor.
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Bini Filters's POV
Micheal, Sarah, and I took our food from the kitchen counter, thankful that Neelix did not spot us as we moved to our usual spot and sat down to start our usual discussion about stuff nobody but us cares about.
"OK. What is up with your mother this mourning?" I said, immediately getting to the heart of the matter. Micheal shrugged as he took a bit of his food as Sarah simply played with her food and gave disgusted faces towards it.
"Mommy is just on edge." Micheal said simply.
"Exhausted is the word you are looking for, I think, Micheal. I have never seen her so tired. When I walked into your quarters she looked almost asleep." I argued. Remembering the dark circles under her eyes that were barely covered up by makeup.
"I think she has been having trouble sleeping." Micheal commented. "Sometimes I hear her crying...Can we please talk about something else? This is just making me sad."
"Agreed...Have you guys ever placed a wager?" I asked, sliding a padd from in my jacket and onto the table.
"A wager? Like a bet?" Micheal asked.
"Yeah."
"What is that?" Sarah interrupted.
"A bet, also known as a wager, is when you risk something against someone or a group of people for what you think will happen in the future. For example-" I pointed towards Neelix and Samantha Wildman at the entrance of the messhall as he explained a replicator that malfunctioned. "Heres a bet. Do you think Neelix and Sam will get together a year from now or not?"
Micheal and Sarah took a moment to think about it.
"Yes." Sarah chirped.
"Nope." Micheal chirped.
"How much are you will to bet on it? A week of replicator rations?" I questioned.
"Wait, is this a real bet we are doing right now?"
"No, of course not. This is an example."
"OK...Five years' worth." Micheal said confidently. Sarah rolled her eyes as she sipped her orange juice.
"Nah. Ten years worth."
"Yeah, you would have lost." I said to Sarah. She scrunched up her face and glared at me.
"Why is that?" She snapped.
"Because of the simple fact that Neelix is obsessively hooked to Kes. Duh, everyone knows this dummy. Ever heard of common sense?" I said.
"Come on! They are perfect."
"Stop trying to play matchmaker! Please!" Micheal begged.
"But it is fuunnn!" Sarah whined back at her brother.
"Fun has nothing to do with it. Think about this logically-" I started but abruptly stopped when Micheal and Sarah gave me surprised looks. "What?"
"You are turning into Tuvok!"
"What? Nooo. Just...Nooo."
Suddenly, an ex-Maquis officer- Crewman Jackson slammed his hand down on our table, startling Micheal and Sarah.
"For the love of Bajor. Shut the hell up." The middle-aged, sandy-haired, curly, with a smidge...correction-Huge smidge of ego mixed in, Despite the fact that he is a crewman. Lowest ranks on the ship.
"Is there an issue?" I snarled. My own temper started to flare as I slowly stood up and faced Jackson.
"You don't know when to shut up, do you? Just like on the ship. And I have put up with it long enough. So-If you don't shut up-I will make you." Jackson threatened.
"Like hell, you can-"
Next thing you know, his fist has connected with my face and I fell to the floor. And those precious connections that no longer saw Maquis or Starfleet but one crew on a journey home...Ha, ha. Yeah, that was just thrown out the airlock.
In the 20 seconds that it took my head to stop spinning and for the reality of the situation to hit me (Literally) because when I finally made my head stop spinning and sat up, I watched as everyone broke into a struggle and chairs, tables, food and whatever else was being thrown at each other across the room. I abruptly stood up and dodged an upcoming chair, then backed away into an officer, then dodged a punch from the said officer and had to fight off someone else. This is not how I thought my mourning was going to go.
There was already a fight here not two hours ago. I had to break that one up and managed to start another one. Ugh...
I felt a slight tugging on my sleeve and I spun around and saw Micheal pointing to the safety of the corridor. I nodded and we started crawling to the nearest Messhall door as over the chaos I barely heard Neelix call security and finally Sarah, Micheal, and I scrambled into the corridor.
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(30 minutes later.)
Chakotay's POV
((Captain's log, stardate 48846.5. Ordinarily, the loss of a gel pack would be a minor inconvenience, but here in the Delta Quadrant, it's a reminder of the precarious nature of our journey.))
"I don't understand. The gel packs have an extremely reliable track record. It's almost impossible to damage them. Why did this one malfunction?" Captain Janeway demanded as Tuvok and I stood in front of her desk as the Captain sipped her coffee as she took a quick look at her computer.
"Unknown. Lieutenant Torres is running a materials analysis on the gel pack. In the meantime, the unit has been replaced." Tuvok stated.
"How many do we have left in reserve?"
"Forty-seven."
"Those gel packs run half the critical systems on this ship. Once they run out, that's it. We can't replicate new ones."
"It might be possible to switch over some systems to conventional isolinear circuits." I suggested and she nodded towards me with a beautiful smile.
"Good idea. Start looking into it." She accepted.
"There is one other matter I wish to discuss. I am concerned about Crewman Dalby. He attempted to make unauthorized repairs on a damaged gel pack. When I confronted him, he lost control." Tuvok interrupted before Janeway could dismiss us.
"How so?"
"He became extremely angry, to the point of insubordination."
"Dalby." She muttered. "I've heard complaints about him from others."
"Indeed. This is not the first incident involving Mister Dalby. Last week he was found tampering with ship's systems to increase a friend's replicator rations, and he has missed three of his last ten duty shifts."
"Commander, you know Mister Dalby better than I do. Any idea what might be bothering him?" She asked me.
"Dalby's always been pretty aggressive. My guess is the man's frustrated. He's not used to dealing with Starfleet protocol and procedures." I replied.
"A starship cannot run without protocols. Mister Dalby's attitude is disrupting this vessel's operation."
"What do you suggest? Dragging him in front of a disciplinary board?" I growled at Tuvok.
"Perhaps that would be the best approach." Tuvok replied bluntly.
"I doubt that's going to help. Dalby's not the only Maquis who's having problems adjusting. And besides, it's not only a matter of attitude, but it's also a matter of experience. It's not fair to expect Starfleet behaviour from people who never went to the Academy." Janeway said, trying to lessen the tension in the room.
"What do you propose?" Tuvok asked her.
"We need to bring some of these people up to speed. Instruct them on how to run a Starfleet vessel. Show them why we do things the way we do. Give them an opportunity to feel like they're part of the team."
"A crash course in Starfleet operations. Field training."
"Exactly. So, what do you think, Mister Tuvok. Are you up to training a group of raw cadets?"
"Me?"
"You taught at the Academy for sixteen years. You'd be perfect for the job."
"Commander Chakotay would be a more logical choice to be their instructor. He is a Maquis, as well as their former Captain."
"That's my point. He doesn't have to earn their respect. We do."
"Very well, Captain, I will prepare a curriculum."
"Commander, pick out the Maquis crewmembers you feel would benefit most from the training. Have them report to Lt Tuvok at the next duty shift."
"Right. Don't worry, Tuvok. I'll tell them to take it easy on you." I joked. Suddenly Tuvok's combadge chirped.
"Javis to Tuvok." A young women's voice called.
"Tuvok here, ensign."
"Ummm, sir, there was another fight in the messhall just now. It is broken up now and we have the people who started it in custody. It was Ensign Filters and Crewman Jackson. They are both in the brig. What should I do with them?" A timid woman's voice explained over the channel.
"Looks like you have two new students, Tuvok." Janeway said with a smirk.
"Bring them to the cargo bay one in two hours. Tuvok out."
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(Two hours later.)
Bini Filters's POV
We did a casual death march into the room as Tuvok stood there with his almighty Vulcan glare as we lined up in the middle of the cargo bay.
Jackson and I had almost resolved our differences in the brig since you can't really complain about Neelix's food if you are alone. With me was Crewman Gerron, a young teenage male Bajoran, Crewman Henley, a female who likes to wear headbands to hold back her short hair, Jackson, of course, and Dadly. A guy in his middle ages who I personally hate. But that is just me.
"Good morning. We have assembled here because Captain Janeway feels you would all benefit from additional Starfleet training. Consequently." Tuvok told us.
"I think we need some clarification. Just why have we been singled out for this honour?" Henley spoke up with sarcasm in the end.
"The answer to that question would seem to be self-evident, crewman. Interrupting a senior officer is not acceptable behaviour. The purpose of this training is to familiarise you with Starfleet protocols so that mistakes like that will be minimized."
"Wait, I am already pretty Okay with it. We have spent months on this ship and the issues are only being just brought up? I can't be the only one seeing a problem with this! Furthermore, I didn't do anything that warrants me being here! I was the one that got punched keep in mind." I explained, which promoted Chell, who I didn't notice before to step forward. Chell always had a flare to him...probably because he was Bolian but he made everything seem like a bigger issue than it was.
"Still, the fact remains. That is, if I have permission to speak, Lieutenant? Thank you. As I was saying, the fact remains that you must have noticed certain problems with each member of this select group or we wouldn't be here. I frankly can't imagine what I might have done that warrants my inclusion." Chell argued.
"Ensign Filters, Crewman Chell-"
"In fact-"
"Crewman Chell. Your report indicates that you are talkative, disruptive and unreliable. You promise to do tasks which then go undone. Ensign Filters. Your report indicates that you "nag" your fellow officers on to a point of annoyance or in the case of this mourning, violence. You are often distracted and leave your post unannounced and when you are not on break or off-duty."
"That is a complete exaggeration. Just yesterday I overhauled a servicing system-"
"Yeah," I interrupted. "There aren't even many security problems on board! What do you expect me to do? Stand to stare at a wall for 8 hours a day? That is basically what I am doing."
"Crewman! Ensign! From this point on you will speak only if you are spoken to." Tuvok snapped.
"Now hold on--"
"But Lieutenant, We just trying to--"
"Forty laps around the cargo bay. Start running now."
"But-"
"Fifty laps."
Chell and I gave up and started to jog around the cargo bay.
"As I was saying, this class will adhere to standards established for Starfleet cadets. There will be physical training and academic studies, as well as tactical situations which will be simulated on the holodeck. Crewman, have you been listening to me?"
As I ran around the Cargo bay I still was able to have a good view of what was happening. Tuvok stared down Gerron, he was a little bit older than me, but not by much and yes, his life has sucked but he wasn't toughened up by living in the Cardassian Order.
"Yes." Gerron muttered, he looked up quickly but then back to the floor.
"Excuse me. I did not hear that answer."
"Yes." Gerron said a bit louder.
"Speak up, crewman." Tuvok barked.
"I said, yes." Gerron snapped in anger at him.
"From now on you will look at me when I am talking to you."
"Leave him alone." Dalby snapped and stood between Gerron and Tuvok, looking him straight in the eyes.
"What was that?"
"I said, leave him alone. Can't you see he's just a kid like Bini? He shouldn't even be here. She shouldn't be here or running laps for telling the truth of the situation she was forced into."
Even Jackson was in agreement on that one. Surprising.
"We think they should." Tuvok said as if Dalby would just accept that answer for what it was.
"You'll probably have me running two hundred laps for this, but I don't care. The problem we're having, Lieutenant, is that this whole thing is insulting. We didn't ask to come aboard this ship but we understand the situation we're in and we've done the best job we can, and now you're telling us that's not good enough."
"That is correct." Tuvok bluntly said, way to go and earn everyone's respect Tuvok.
"Well, maybe that's too bad. Maybe we've done the best we can and that's as good as you're going to get. How about it?" Then Dalby turned to Henley, Jackson and Gerron. "Does anybody really want to be here?"
"I don't have anything to learn from him." Henley replied and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well I don't think he's going to phaser us, and frankly I'd rather be in the brig than in here, so let's go." Dalby said.
"Crewmen, you are demonstrating rank insubordination. I order all of you to stay where you are." Tuvok ordered as they started towards the exit and Chell and I was about to complete another round.
"Bini! Chell! Come on, we're leaving. "
Chell and I used our last piece of strength and headed towards the door with the rest of the ground, I stopped short and looked back at Tuvok.
"You might want to work on not being so blunt, Tuvok." I suggested and then joined the waiting group, then walked out.
---Time: 12:32 pm.---
Gerron, Jackson, Henley, Dalby, Chell, and I all sat at two connected tables in the messhall. Micheal and Sarah were at the back eating lunch with the Captain and Mollie. The Captain kept glancing from her padd to us. Why do I have the feeling I am in trouble.
I attempted to ignore the growing pit of guilt and misfortune in my stomach or was it Neelix's food affecting me? I don't know, I don't care, the point is that it exists and that I need to ignore it because it is driving me insane.
"I don't know. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave like that. I mean, they're not just going to let us get away with it." Gerron said and he placed down his fork and looked up at us for answers.
"What are they going to do, put us off the ship? Keep us in the brig for seventy years?'" Henley said.
"Maybe." I mumbled. If the Captain is angry enough, But I think for that to happen someone would have to be murdered...
"Every person on this ship is needed. Nothing's going to happen." Henley argued.
"It's not like we're guilty of mutiny. We'll just keep doing our jobs, the same as ever. We're just not going to jump through any Starfleet hoops." Dalby said and everyone nodded in agreement. Then I noticed Chakotay enter and his eyes quickly scanned the room and when his eyes fell on us, he headed our way. I gulped and looked to my right at the far end of the messhall again to the Janeway's.
The Captain saw him and relaxed a little before continuing to eat her lunch and seemed to launch into a conversation with Sarah as Micheal looked mortified and gestured me to come to him. I shook my head in disagreement because something in the back of my head told me Chakotay had something important to tell us.
Chakotay grabbed Chell's seat and Chell scrambled away to stand behind Gerron (Who was sitting next to me on my left.) and I. Chakotay sat down and glared at us for a moment than looked at Dalby.
"You want to give me your version of what happened?" Chakotay asked.
"Commander, we're going to live up to our responsibilities on this ship. We're just not going to be treated like teenage cadets." Dalby argued.
"I see."
"It was ridiculous. Tuvok had Chell and Bini running laps around the cargo bay." Henley added.
"And he was picking on Gerron. I don't like it." Dalby cut in.
"Really?"
"Look, Commander, you know as well as I do that we're used to playing with a different rule book. There's the Starfleet way, and there's the Maquis way." Dalby said, gesturing to the Captain's table. So I wasn't the only one who noticed they were in the room. Maybe Janeway told Chakotay we were here. Yeah, I can see that happening.
"And you want to do things the Maquis way?" Chakotay asked.
Why do I have a feeling this is about to go downhill very fast. I don't like the way Chakotay asked that.
"That's right. That's always worked for us." Dalby said. Suddenly Chakotay launched out of the chair and punched Dalby smack in the jaw, he tumbled to the ground and all of us abruptly stood up as the messhall quieted down to watch the scene.
"That's the Maquis way too, isn't it? And if you want to keep doing it the Maquis was that's fine with me. We can do that tomorrow, the next day, everyday, until you report to Lieutenant Tuvok. You understand me? What? How does a Starfleet crewman answer a question?" Chakotay snapped.
"Yes. Sir." Dalby replied as he propped himself on his elbows.
"Does anyone else have a problem?" Chakotay barked at us.
"No, sir." We all said and he stormed out. Chell quickly went to help Dalby up, I looked back to the Janeway's. Micheal looked embarrassed as Sarah seemed confused as she watched us and the Captain got up and quickly left the messhall, she looked pretty angry.
---30 minutes later---
We are standing in the Cargo bay.
I seem to have forgotten how I got here.
How did I manage that?
It seems like I am not the only one angry about being here.
Tuvok paced, looking at us and came to an abrupt spot as I noticed he held some small padds in his hand. He, then, stepped forward and handed us each on padd.
"These are your study assignments for next week. Please note that examinations will be conducted randomly with no advance notice." Tuvok stated. He than began to walk back and stopped at the head of our line. In front of Henley. "I will now inspect your uniforms. Crewman Henley, your headband is certainly festive."
"Thank you." Henley said.
"However, it is in violation of regulations. Please check the protocol files for the recommended guidelines." Tuvok said and advanced. Henley glared at his back and took off her pink headband. Tuvok passed Jackson, Dalby and then stopped next at Chell. He gestured to the chunky gold medallion on a chain around Chell's neck. "What is this?"
"It's a Kazleti design. I studied the technique when I visited their planet. It took me weeks to learn. I know it doesn't look complicated but this-"
"This ornament is in violation of the dress code." Tuvok interrupted Chell.
"It was hidden. You could hardly see it."
"You will remove it now." Tuvok ordered and Chell rolled his eyes and took off the chain, then he stopped at me. Wonderful.
"Ensign, your boots are scuffed."
"I don't exactly carry around a polishing kit."
"I expect them to be polished from now on. As stated in regulations."
"Yes, sir." I snapped in irritation, then Tuvok moved to Geron beside me, who was already removing his Bajoran earring.
"I know, I'll have to take off the earring." Gerron surrendered and took off the earring.
"Correct. In addition, your boots are scuffed. From now on you will arrive in polished boots."
"Yes, sir." Garron said and gave a quick look to his boots as Dalby scoffed in the distance.
"Do you have a problem, Mister Dalby?" Tuvok said.
"No, sir." Dalby snapped with an attitude that I can only suspect that Tuvok chose to ignore.
"Very well. You will all report to me on deck eleven at nineteen hundred hours. Dismissed." Tuvok ordered.
"What are we going to be doing?" Jackson asked what everyone (Except Tuvok, obviously.) was asking.
"You will find that out at nineteen hundred hours. Dismissed."
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Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres POV
When I was in the Maquis I had gotten good at blocking out people and their useless rambling. For example, whenever Seska thought we need to know when she and Chakotay had sex, whenever Bini and Seska started arguing with each other over the most useless thing, or whenever Tom tried to flirt with me. Unforntantly today I need to be on high alert because of the power failures and now Dalby won't shut up and I can't block him out.
"I'm going through with this field training, as ordered. I can't say it's very productive. Frankly, it feels like punishment." Dalby continued as we stood next to each other, trying to solve the issue with the gel-packs.
"In other words, you're afraid you won't make it. That you'll fail this training." I replied with annoyance.
"Excuse me? That's not what I said, or what I'm thinking. What? You think I can't make it through this ridiculous exercise? That's absurd." Dalby snapped back.
"Fine. Then make it through." I muttered and the console let out another alarm, I brought up the ship's systems to see another power failure. "It's another power failure."
"It's the gel packs again." Dalby said beside me as I figured out where it came from.
"Deck four, section nine C." I reported and suddenly my combadge chirped, I quickly hit it as I thought of solutions to the issue.
"Bridge to Engineering. Report."
"It's another malfunction in the bio-neural circuitry. We're putting a repair crew on it now. Torres out." I looked to Dalby beside me and pointed to the engineer storage room. "Dalby. Replace the failed gel pack and check out the adjoining circuits. Make sure we don't have some kind of cascade feedback causing this. We can't just keep replacing these things."
Then I suddenly had an idea and grabbed one of the failed gel packs that were being examined.
"Carey, you're in charge till I get back. I'll be in Sickbay if you need me." I called out as I rushed past Carey and into the turbo lift.
---5 minutes later---
I barged into sickbay and headed directly to the surgical biobed and plopped the gel-pack down. Kes and the Doctor joined me, they both looked down and Kes tilted her head slightly in curiosity.
"What is it?" She asked me.
"It's your new patient. It's one of the bio-neural gel packs." I replied.
"Ah yes, I'm aware of these devices, but I've never seen one." The Doctor announced.
"It's malfunctioning but I can't find anything wrong with it mechanically. I thought that you could look at the biological component." I explained.
"Interesting." The Doctor muttered and he tapped a few buttons on the surgical biobed which caused curved arms to go over the biobed, and over the bio-neutral packs.
"Initiate the scan." The Doctor ordered and Kes tapped a few buttons on the curbed arms.
"Scanning beam is active."
"Ah, ha!"
"What?"
"The patient is sick." The Doctor told me.
"Can you be more specific?"
"To discuss the patient's condition in front of the patient would be a serious breach of professional etiquette. It's been suggested that I cultivate a greater sensitivity to my patient's needs. Don't worry, my little friend." The Doctor said and proceded to pet the Gel-pack as if he was diagnosing Mollie.
"Doctor." I snapped.
"Very well. The biological component of the circuit device has an infection. A very contagious one.
"Is the crew in any danger?"
"I don't detect any sign of infection in you, Lieutenant." Kes said as she pointed a medical tricorder.
"I suspect the contagion is not harmful to humanoids. If it were, we probably would have seen evidence of illness in the crew by now. But in order to protect the ship's circuitry, you'll have to isolate and quarantine all the affected gel packs until a treatment regimen can be initiated."
"I'll have to take the forward grids offline. We'll lose replicators but I can reroute the primary systems. How long do you need?" I asked.
"I don't know. Unless we find the source of the infection, we won't be able to stop it from spreading."
"Okay, I'll tell the Captain." I said and grabbed the Bio-neral gel pack and hurried out.
---End of Chapter 32: Part One. Next: Learning Curve: Part Two.---
AN: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, thanks for reading!
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