The Holodeck was sealed, against accidental entry, and even intention entry. With no over riding authority beyond the Captain even security was locked out, and he had left very specific instructions should something go wrong.
The captain watched the simulation inside a real spacesuit. This was a test and a responsibility he was unwilling to share. The safeties were set for maximum, as the computer simulated beaming up the virus samples again.
But it was looking as if Data was right, which really wasn't such a surprise, but Jean-Luc felt the need to verify. Once again, the sim. glitched as it went into conflict with the system safeties.
The Enterprise was orbiting Cendra III alpha, one of the survivors of a horrific war. On the side of the solar system, Cendra III beta was a barren desert. There were also warning satellites set in orbit around it. Just 14 light years away in the Deneb system, there lay another survivor. The battle for mineral rights, was absolutely not worth the price either side had paid.
Ambassador Spock had negotiated a peace between the two systems, and Captain Picard was a necessary part of that peace.
He vented his anger on the Vulcan when informed of his role. Demanding that he be given a smaller ship or a reduced crew, something... anything to minimise casualties if something went wrong. However, the Vulcan was impressed by the rage of the Captain, and the impressive new range of swear words he had now learned. The situation remained the same.
Spock was adamant the to keep secrecy, that the Captain had to keep the Enterprise anything else might raise suspicion or tempt those other races with a vested interest in the war continuing. There had been estimates of how much certain of the Ferengi were making in selling weapons.
There had also been rumours of a Klingon faction using it as a training exercise for some of their warriors. He still recalled the look that flashed across Worf's face, before he masked it again. Approval, the Klingon's weren't known for giving less than their all or for minimising risks.
"End simulation." The captain barked.
The lesson was clear, he couldn't risk beaming up the virus or of storing it in the holo-matrix.
He needed Data to fly the crates up in a shuttle.
With a wry smile, he thought back to the android presenting his proposal. About taking an atmosphere-less shuttle down and docking. He even intended on staying with the terrible cargo, alone. Until the ship arrived at the co-ordinated designated for the observation of the destruction of the crystals.
Data seemed entirely unconcerned with his potential destruction. Or maybe he was confident that his plan was well prepared.
Back into the corridor, the captain, pulled off the helmet.
"Computer wipe the holobuffer for the last half-hour, and flood that chamber with Kyron radiation for the next two hours."
With a mere bleep, the computer commenced the rather serious but precautionary decontamination.
"Mr. Data..." he sighed, and paused. "You have my permission to go ahead."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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