T'Nevin shifted aimlessly at the science station one, convinced that he was wasting precious time here when he should be trying to relocate Mai. He knew he had duties, but he could never remember an emotional will ever taking him over like this. This was probably the first time that he ever placed duty as second priority. But he regarded this as relocating the science crew.

T'Nevin gets up and walks towards the exit. "Computer, locate Ensign Mai Vo." On his way out of the bridge, the computer announces: "Currently in the living quarters of Ensign T'Nevin." He stops and turns to Commander, who gives him a quick nod. T'Nevin exits the bridge and jumps onto the turbolift, on his way to his personal quarters.

**Ensign T'Nevin's quarters**

The door slides open with the familiar 'swoosh.' The room is dark, as he spends very little time here. "Lights, dim." The room softly illuminates and he sees before him, on the table, a vase filled with fresh flowers and a card. Next to the card, there is a comm badge. But he knew full well that it wasn't his. He picks up the card and reads it. It says:

For you, my Donovan...

Donovan was the name she gave to T'Nevin when they first met.

He walks over to the replicator. The dining table has been set with a two-person dinner setting, complete with candles. "She's been here..." T'Nevin thinks to himself. "Mai?" He calls out through the soft light. He takes another step and stops at the strong smell of iron, sort of a metallic smell. It seems to be coming from nearby. He takes a step around the table. He feels his foot sink into the carpet as if it was wet. He looks at his feet. A large pool of red stains the carpet he is standing on. Off in the dark corner, he notices a figure crumpled up in a ball. "Full lights!" The lights come on, full power. The figure in the corner is a severely beaten, not to mention dead, intruder. His neck has been visibly broken and maybe more than one joint has been dislocated.

T'Nevin hurries into the next room and finds Mai also balled up in the corner, shivering and trembling out of fear. "Mai!" She is dressed in what probably was a stunning evening gown, but now it is torn and bloody. Tears and blood streak her face, as she is also beaten. T'Nevin kneels towards her. She jumps when he touches her. They don't say anything to one another. He clears the long straight black hair from her face.

"I...I.. was afraid.."

"Shhhh." T'Nevin comforts her. "Don't talk. You can tell me about it later." He picks up her quivering body and puts her on his bed. "Your wrist is broken. Get you to sickbay."

"Af...fraid...of...not seeing you again, Donovan."

T'Nevin looks at her with the most understanding glance. He was also afraid. Not of the intruders, but the thought of losing her was very fearful to him.

"T'Nevin to sickbay."

"Go ahead."

"Could you please send a couple of medical staff to my quarters. I have a casualty that needs attention."

Ensign T'Nevin, acting CSO
USS Galaxy NCC-70637

Captain Price exited the turbolift on Deck 8, the Battle Bridge. The auxiliary bridge deck is normally vacant, but as he exits, he sees three more intruders attempting to gain control of the ship's systems.

*His* ship's systems.

Alerted to his presence as the turbolift doors swoosh open, they turn and look at Price. He doesn't hesitate, angered by the sneak attack on the main bridge earlier that left Carla Gael dead in his arms, Captain Price fires his phaser, set on it's maximum setting. One of the intruders is hit in the chest. He glows slightly as his body begins to disintegrate into nothing as he screams.

The other two scramble for cover behind some consoles, one returning fire as Price ducks back into the turbolift.

Several exchanges later, Captain Price makes a diving roll to the tactical station, firing from the prone position as he strikes the remaining duo in a wide field blast.

The Captain get to his feet and walks over to the two intruders, each suffering from heavy phaser burns from the blast. Still training his phaser on them as he approaches, he notices one of them moving oddly. The intruder's body is completely still, except for a large pulsating lump on the side of his neck that appears to be working it's way to his mouth. The Captain's eyes widen as he sees a small lobster like creature climb out of the humanoid's mouth and scurry across the floor. Aiming his phaser, and tightening the beam, Captain Price hits the creature, as it bursts into flames. A high pitched squeal like scream fills the air for a moment before the critter rolls over on it's back, legs curled up. Presumably dead.

Carefully, the Captain checks the pulse of the humanoid the creature crawled out of. While his fingers are upon his neck, Price notices a small trail of blood running down the man's neck. Tracing it, he can see a small wound at the back of his spinal column. The man still had a weak pulse. Checking the other, more seriously injured man, Price noticed that he was dead. Checking his neck, he noticed a cone shaped protrusion jutting out. The Captain taps his comm badge.

"Captain Price to Doctor Rousseau."

* In Sickbay *

A busy Chief Medical officer is busy managing her staff in a crisis situation. Dozens of wounded crewmen from all parts of the ship are being triaged. Selections being made to get the most critically wounded the help they need first. To Jacqueline Rousseau it is much more than that. To her it is a battle. A Battle between life and death. One she doesn't like to loose.

"Again . . ." There was a flicker in his life signs before they leveled out again.

"Again!" The meter was still.

Jacqueline shook her head and slammed her fist into a wall.

"Damn!!!"

Jacqueline leaned over the bio bed, both arms bent slightly as her head sank low. She hated loosing any patient, but to loose such a young officer made things a little harder. Jacqueline looked up when she received the Captain's hail.

"Rousseau here Captain." She sounded tired, and a little disappointed.

"Doctor. I am on the battle bridge and have just noticed something very peculiar about the intruders. They seem to have some kind of... parasites living inside them."

Jacqueline raised her eyebrows slightly. "Really? What sort of parasites?"

"I am not sure. I have one of the humanoids, who still has the parasite attached but is dead. And I have another one who is still alive, but the parasite has vacated his body. And of course, I have one phaser toasted parasite. I'd like to have them transported to sickbay so that you can examine them all."

The Doctor looked around at the chaos is sickbay. "Okay, give me a few minutes to prepare. I don't want to place them in here with the rest of the injured crewmen. I can have the transporter room beam them here when I'm ready."

"Good enough Doctor. I'm heading up to the Main Bridge now. You can contact me there when you have any information."

"Aye Captain." The channel closed and Doctor Rousseau looked around trying to decide where to put the one injured, and one dead intruder in such a busy sickbay.

Sickbay was flooded, and they were finding themselves shorthanded. It was so bad they had the Emergency Medical Hologram running.

She walked up to Dr. Frisk. "Cote, we need to clear out some of this traffic."

The doctor smiled. "Okay. Um . . .Ensign Bell can be let go. We just need to set his arm and seal up some cuts.

She nodded. "Get to it."

As Cote left, she turned toward the secluded room on the other end of Sickbay. She entered and made preperations for her other guest.

She hated this room. Where all the officers who had given their lives eventually wound up on any ship. 'Part of the risks,' she always had to remind herself.

As the stasis chamber shut, with that security officer in it, Cote walked through the doors.

"We're ready out there, Doctor."

She drew in a deep breath. "Right. Rousseau to transporter room 3. Beam our *friends* on the battle bridge in." It took but a moment for the intruders to materialize in the middle of sickbay. Dr. Frisk and Nurse Mesui took the dead body back to the morgue and placed it in a stasis field until it could be examined. Chief Karina Dawson took a small container in her hands. All Jacqueline could see was that it held some sort of black, slimy mass.

Instead, she was busy hauling the unconsious intruder to the cleared bed. She turned him over to get a look at the wound Captain Price had mentioned.

"Oh my god . . ."

Looking at the remains of both the dead parasite and the dead body had only affirmed what she feared. A case like this had been reported before. She remembered the way her former CO's eyes had gone dark as she had recounted the tale to a younger Dr. Rousseau. Dr. Beverly Crusher had called it one of the darkest missions she'd ever been involved in. Now Jacqueline saw why.

The humanoid was stablized, and expected to pull through. Sickbay was finally calming down. She tapped her communicator. "Rousseau to Captain Price. Sir, I need to talk to you when you have a chance . . ."

*** Main Bridge ***

After T'Lein had given the necessairy orders to regain control over the main bridge and the remaining bridge members were calmed down, Shivok could finally focus his attention on the intruders. He approached the two intruders captured behind the force field and started to carefully examine them.

As they were still wearing a kind of combat gear, he wasn't able to find anything unusual at their appearance, but his betazoid senses registered an unnatural increase of emotional arousal, as if they were suffering from an overdosis of adrenaline. It would be logical for humans to be in such a condition, considering the fact they are just trying to take over the Galaxy, but Shivok was Betazoid enough to know, that the most logical explanation wasn't always the correct one.

So he went deeper into one of their minds. At the beginning he didn't encounter any hindrances, but the deeper he got, the more resistence he met! Sweat drops on his forehead were the only signs of his endeavour.

"Counselor, are you alright?" Ensign Baker asked sorrowfully.

"Not now!" Shivoks gasped and with a final effort he broke down the mental barrier. He found out about the origin of the unnatural strength and aggressivity of the intruders, but could not gather enough information, because Shivoks target suddenly fell down. Dead! Shivok didn't notice the crab like creature, who left the dead body.

"Ensign Baker!"

"Counselor?"

"Do you notice any transmissions on the lower theta band between the Galaxy and the Hydden?"

Baker checked his controls and after a couple of seconds he answered astonished: "Yes, Sir, you're right! There definitly are transmissions from the Galaxy over to the Hydden."

Shivok tapped his Commbadge:

"Counselor to Captain Price"

[Price here]

"Sir, after examining one of the intruders I found out, that they are controlled by a parasitarian life form!"

[I know that, Counselor. Anything else?]

Shivok didn't need to be a Betazoid to hear the grieve for Cmdr. Gael and the sorrow for his crew in Capt. Price voice.

"Captain, I suggest we capture one this parasites as soon as possible. We need to know more about that species to know how to deal with it the next time."

[The next time?]

"Yes, Sir. My short contact with one of the minds of these life forms revealed, that these were only the advance guard to check our defense potential. They are constantly transmitting data over to the USS Hydden."

"You mean, they were just ... guinea-pigs?"

"The correct term would be scouts, Sir. They were sent out to gather as much information as possible and I believe, right now they are preparing the real attack."

Lt. Shivok
Counselor
USS Galaxy

As Shelby, Jamson and Ensign Fallows were patroling the lower decks for intruders Ensign T'Lein called Shelby : "Sir? we need you in the bridge." Shelby tapped his comm badge and said : "I'm on my way Ensign." Then he turned around to Jamson and said : "Continue the search, I'll join you later." And then he went to the nearest turbolift.

"Ensign, phasers on stun level-5" said Shelby to Ensign Fallows and she responded with a short and clear : "Yes Sir!"

****10 minutes later****

10 minutes later, 2 decks below, Ensign Fallows noticed a movement near one of the corridors."Sir! there is something near the corridor over there!" and she pointed to that direction.

Jamson pulled his phaser out "Ok Ensign, stay close and fire at will."

Both officers came closer and closer to that movement that Ensign Fallows saw when an intruder jumped over Ensign Fallows from behind throwing her on the floor unconscious with such strength that Jamson could not believe what he saw.

As an instinct, Jamson shouted like an animal : "You bloody Qu'hom! gggrrrrrhhhh!"

Jamson's eyes became red as he jumped on the intruder throwing him against the wall of the corridor. Then Jamson hit the intuder in the face with his phaser, but nothing happened. The intruder came up and tried to strike Jamson. Jamson fell about 2 meters back, it was a powerful strike. Jamson got even more mad and he pulled his knife and jumped on the intruder again, stabbing him in the stomach and cutting him from the inside.

The intruder fell on the floor as Jamson looked in his eyes. There was no fear in the intruder's eyes, no screaming, nothing... like there was no sign of live at all...

But of course that was not enough. Another intruder appeared in the corridor but this time Jamson pulled his phaser again (this time the phaser was on kill level) and shot the intuder. "Well, another dead Qu'hom..." Jamson said quietly and then he thought to himself "What a victory! I wish Shelby was here, it was just like training."

"Jamson to Shelby" he said after tapping his comm badge, "I have killed 2 intruders. Ensign Fallows is unconscious. I'm taking her to sickbay"

"Will she be ok?" Shelby asked.

"Yes, I think she will be ok" Jamson replied.

Noam Brosh aka Lt.Commander Michael Jamson
OPS
U.S.S Galaxy

Captain Price was glad to be back on the Bridge. It seemed like the worse of the surprise attack was over. The crew had managed to secure the Starship, killing or capturing all intruders.

"I am glad you are all right Captain." Counselor Shivok walked to Price as he said it. Shivok knew more than anyone else how upset the Captain was, even if he was projecting an aura of calm, controlled command. "I have made some interesting discoveries while studying the intruders before Ensign T'Lein had them transported to the Brig."

Captain Price nodded to Mr. T'Lein as the Vulcan Ensign exited the Command chair to retake his station at the Helm of the ship.

"Yes, tell me what you have found out so far Counselor."

"I was curious to the intensity of the emotions I was sensing from the intruders while they were imprisoned behind the force field that Ensign T'Lein erected. When I probed their minds, reaching out to touch their thoughts, I met with considerable resistance."

The Captain settled in his chair and held the bottom of his chin in one hand while he pondered the Counselor's words. "I see."

"Considerable, but not impenetrable. Through shear force I was able to make brief contact with the parasitic creature. In that short instant, I was able to touch the creatures mind and share it's memories."

"What did you find out Mr. Shivok?"

"I learned that these creatures are a scout team for a larger invasion force. They are highly intelligent creatures that show an advanced degree of discipline. This particular creature was no more than a soldier. As I probed it's mind, I could tell it was fighting me. As I was beginning to overcome it's mental defenses, I could tell it was still trying to conceal facts from me."

"Very interesting. Were you able to learn anything more?"

"Glimpses of others of it's kind controlling Humanoids." Counselor Shivok paused for a moment, making sure he had the Captain's full attention. "And Romulans."

The Captain sat back in his chair. He didn't know what to think. The thought of these creatures invading the Federation was bad enough, but the thought of them invading the Romulan Empire was even worse. How far had they gotten? How could they tell?

Shivok could sense Captain Price pondering the importance of his discovery. "Unfortunately, in my efforts to overcome the creature's mental defenses, I seem to have caused the creature to die."

Captain Price shook his head from side to side slightly. "He was a soldier. He may have simply killed himself to avoid your mental prowess."

Shivok raised one eyebrow as he considered what the Captain had said. It was a possibility that he had not considered. "I did sense that there was more information the creature was trying to suppress."

Captain Price turned and looked out the main view screen. The USS Hydden was still adrift in space. "What about the Hydden? Can you sense anything about the people over there? Was this all some kind of trap?"

Shivok turned slightly and placed a couple of fingers from his right hand on his temple and cheek. After a moment, he turned to the Captain. "There are at least a few people on the Hydden that are not under parasitic control."

The Captain was about to speak when he was interrupted by Ensign Baker at the tactical station.

"Sir! I am picking up a narrow beam transmission from the USS Hydden. Some kind of message."

"On screen Ensign."

"It's not a Federation signal Captain. It's,... it's... it's something I am not familiar with sir." You could hear the frustration in the young Ensign's voice.

Captain Price and Counselor Shivok both walked over to the tactical arch to help the Ensign.

"It appears to be some kind of homing beacon." Counselor Shivok points out the wave patterns on one of the tactical displays. A pattern could clearly be seen.

"Can you triangulate the signal? Find out where it is transmitting to?" Captain Price wanted the Ensign to figure it out for himself.

"Yes... yes Sir." Zak adjusted the controls for a moment. "It appears to be heading back towards the Romulan Empire Sir. Damn! The transmission has ended."

"It's okay Ensign. Keep an eye out and notify me if you see any other transmissions to or from that ship." Captain Price looked at Shivok for a moment, then walked back to his command chair and pressed a button on the arm.

"This is Captain Price to all Senior Staff members. I want to assemble in the Observation lounge in thirty minutes. I want reports from each department on ship status, and any information we have about these creatures. Price out."

The Captain turned to Mr. Shivok, "If you'll excuse me Counselor, I need to prepare some notes for the meeting."

Shivok nodded as Captain Price began to walk towards his ready room. "If you don't mind Captain, I too would like to prepare for the meeting. If I am no longer needed here."

Captain Price paused for a minute. "Yes of course Counselor. Mr. T'Lein, you have the Conn." The Captain was about to enter his ready room when he noticed that he had no senior ranking officers on the bridge. His experience under Captain Shoak had taught him that was not a good thing. "Ensign Baker, can you have Lieutenant Coe report to the bridge?"

Zak looked surprised at the Captain's request. "But Lieutenant Coe hasn't been cleared for active duty yet Sir.?"

Captain Price smiled at the Ensign. "Are you saying you don't want the Lieutenant up here to help you with the Galaxy's controls Ensign?"

"No Sir. I, I mean Yes. Umm, I mean Yes Sir, I would like Lieutenant Coe's assistance Sir." Zak's youth and inexperience really showed as he answered the Captain.

"Then do it 'mate. Brief him on our status when he arrives."

"Aye Captain." Zak began sending a message to Lieutenant Coe as the Captain smiled one last time before entering his ready room to prepare for the senior staff meeting one half hour from now.

The doors to the sickbay slide open. Gangs of people, starfleet officers, civilians, technicians, doctors, nurses, and of course, victims and casualties, adorned the room, busily moving here and there. He made his way through to Dr. Rousseau's ready room. Through the glass he could see that no one was there. He stopped a passing nurse.

"Where is Dr. Rousseau?"

"She left to see the Captain, I think..."

"Has any of the intruder bodies been brought to the lab here?"

"Yes." she says. "Three were brought in this morning."

"Show me." The nurse leads T'Nevin to the med lab. Three bodies lay tilted back in cryo-containment units. T'Nevin inspects each one. One of them has the characteristic hole in his neck. The other two are fine. "Take that one out of cryostasis." He points to one that has the hole in its neck.

"I don't think we are authorized to do that. Dr. Rousseau needs to be here."

"I will take full responsibility for whatever happens. I have a good medical background, but I need you to assist because I am not current on all medical technology, Miss..."

"Darma. Susan Darma." She presses some of the buttons on the control panel of the specified intruder species. The gases inside the chamber hiss as it slowly thaws. "This one is dead, though."

"I know. Get suited for an autopsy."

"You sure about this?" she looks at him curiously.

"I said that I will be held responsible. Dr. Rousseau is busy at the moment, and I need to gather information from this corpse. I have a hypothesis that I would like to test. And I can't very well do that with you asking a huge amount of questions." she looks at him worried. "By the way, my name is T'Nevin. It's nice to meet you, friend."

**10 minutes later**

The body lay on the autopsy table, with T'Nevin at the head of the corpse and Nurse Darma standing close by. T'Nevin picks up a laser scalpel and excises a piece of the dead tissue at the hole on the intruder's neck and places it in a culture medium. He also takes a sample of unaffected tissue from the arm of the intruder and places it in a growth medium.

He then makes a long incision down the chest of the intruder. He cracks the ribs open and observes the insides carefully. Nothing wrong there. Then he has the body flipped over and observes the back side of the intruder. He notices something close to the hole. A part of the spinal column has extra growths or fusion marks on it. The spinal cord is almost completely gone. "Miss Darma. See here? I believe this is the part where the parasites hold on to their host bodies. They work out of the nervous system." He takes his gloves off and steps back. "Close this casket for me."

He stands nearby, pondering. "Be sure you form an informal report on what we have done for Dr. Rousseau. Let her know that I would suggest not examining the other intruders just yet, as the parasites just may still be alive. I will run some tests on these tissue samples and find some things out." He walks over to the nurse. "Thank you, Ms. Darma. I owe you lunch. Have the samples beamed to Deck 12 science lab for me, if you would."

The announcement about the senoir officer's meeting breaks the airwaves as T'Nevin makes his way to a turbolift after exiting sickbay. "Perfect. Now I can dump all of these theories out of my brain."

Ensign T'Nevin, acting CSO
USS Galaxy, NCC-70637

REPORT OF MAJOR SURGICAL EVENTS
STARDATE 49609.26
TIME: 14:23:35

Medical Commanding Officer:

Attention...

It is to my knowledge, Ensign Susan Darma, R.N., that major surgical procedures, in the general form of an autopsy, has been performed by the below acclaimed individual:

Ensign T'Nevin, acting CSO
Identification: Foxtrot 639
USS Galaxy, NCC 70637
Starfleet Science Corps

And the named individual was witnessed performing such acts as well as received gainful cooperation from the below acclaimed individual:

Ensign Susan Darma, R.N. USS Galaxy NCC 70637
Starfleet Medical Corps

Be advised that Ensign T'Nevin has opted to take full responsibility for any consequences arising from this action. It is also to Ensign T'Nevin's advice that the other remaining specimens not be examined until a conclusion can be attached to the autopsied body pending lab reports.

Ensign Susan Darma, R.N.
USS Galaxy, NCC 70637

As Ensign T'Lein looked at the Hydden on the viewscreen, he could not help but ponder on the question of whether or not the entire ship's crew were transformed, if you will, into enemies of the federation. And to think that the parasites had also invaded the Romulan Star Empire made things even worse.

The young ensign began to picture his mother back on Vulcan. He didn't think he would miss her as much as he did. He realized that he hadn't spoken with his mother every since his graduation from the academy. He made a mental note to contact her as soon as this eery situation was over.

"Ensign Baker, report," T'Lein said as he began to focus more on the situation at hand. "Sensors are not picking up anything at this moment, sir. Situation nominal."

T'Lein turned and looked over the Tactical Arch at Ensign Baker.

"Ensign, have you ever met Lt. Coe," T'Lein asked Baker. "Yes Sir, as a matter of fact I have...he seems like a nice guy. Why do you ask, sir?" "No specific reason," T'Lein replied.

T'Lein focused his gaze back at the Hydden on the viewscreen. "What next?", he said under his breath.

Ensign Stovok T'Lein, CHO
U.S.S. Galaxy NCC-70637

Lt. Coe leaned over the ensigns shoulder and peered into space.

" we will be arriving on the Galaxy within the hour" the young ensign stated.

Coe turned around and walked back to his seat on the small shuttle craft. The trip from Starbase 17 to the USS Galaxy so far, had been uneventful. He looked out the window and stared at the Stars passing by as they sped toward their destination at warp 7.

The small shuttle descended onto the waiting pad, hissing slightly as the small doors opened, revealing a sturdy looking Lt. Johnathon Thomas Coe. He stepped of the platform and walked toward the waiting party.

" Welcome Lieutenant. If you will follow us, we will show you to your quarters." said the chief petty officer turning as he said so. The Lieutenant followed eyeing his surroundings as he did so. The shuttle bay was large and open. A command center was situated up the top where the shuttles would be directed. He exited the bay and followed the Petty Officer up a complex maze of hallways.

"This could take me a while to ge to get used to." he remarked to himself. Compared to his other ship, the Melbourne, this was huge.

The Petty officer showed him to his quarters on deck 8. The room was spacious and more than sufficient for Coe's needs. " Thank you officer." Coe began to unpack his bags but then paused and looked up at the Petty officer still standing at a rigid attention in the doorway. He smiled to himself and stood up erect. " Dismissed," after hearing this the Petty officer seemed content and left the room. Coe began to unpack.

Several days passed and Coe spent them familiarising himself with the ship and its crew. After several hours on his favorite holodeck program which he had brought with him, Coe retired to his quarters for an early night. Coe lay on his bed reading up on the ships rapid pulse phasers. He put the LAPD on his bedside table and lay back in bed. "Computer, lights." Coe had only been lying in bed for ten minutes when the yellow alert sounded.

Almost instinctivly Coe began to get dressed and head to the bridge, but remembering that he had not yet been oficially instated to the crew. He remained in his quarters to ponder what was happening with the ship. Out his window he could see a damaged ship that has obiously been in a battle of some kind. But that was it. He heared people yelling and officers running around the hallways but little else. This went on for about an hour until it all suddenly ended. Once again he began to ponder what went on when suddenly the comm. link in the room beeped.

" Coe here,"

" Lieutenant this is Ensign Baker, acting Tactical Officer. A situation has arisin on the ship and your prescence is required on the bridge," said the young mans voice.

" On my way." Saying this, he left the room and headed toward the bridge.

Lt. Jt Coe
USS Galaxy
Chief Tactical Officer.

The turbolift doors swung open and Lt. Coe stepped out on to the bridge. He paused momentarily and looked around the bridge. He was suprised when the officer in the Captains chair stood up and turned to face Coe. And he was totally shocked when he saw the officer in Command was only an Ensign.

" Lt. Coe, we have been awaiting your arrival, I'm Ensign T'Lien, Chief Helmsmen of the Galaxy."

"Very well Ensign carry on." saying this, Coe walked over to tactical and after being briefed on the current situation and familiarising himself with the bridge, Coe began to work on ways to systematically eliminate several theories about the parasites. " Ensign Baker I would like to iniate a full scan of all known channels attempting to isolate the frequency being used by the parasites to comunicate with the Hayden."

"Yes sir," saying this Ensign Baker moved over toward the communications console to initiate the scan.

Coe was only part way through the scan when the computers voice interupted his concentration, " Senior officers report to observation lounge for full briefing." Coe noticed other members of the bridge crew making thier way to the bridge exit and began issueing orders to Ensign Baker.

" Ensign, continue the scans while Im gone and when I get back I want a full report on your findings."

"Yes sir."

After hearing this Coe Began to make his way to the observation lounge where the Captain had previously requested his presence. Not yet being up to date on the ships current status, Coe felt this would be a golden oppurtunity to bring himself up to speed. Yet, for some reason he felt uneasy. He exited the bridge and walked the narrow corrider toward the lounge. After making it to the entrance to the lounge he paused outside the door and stood there for a few seconds. This would be his first chance to meet the whole crew and he wanted to make an impression. He straightened his uniform took a deep breath and walked through the doors.

Lt. Coe
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Galaxy
\\//

As Lt.Commander Jamson carried Ensign Fallows to sickbay he heard the message "All senior officers to the observation lounge".

Jamson entered Sickbay.it was a mess...people ran around.....so many wounded and not enough medical crew.

"Nurse!" Jamson shouted

"Yes Sir?" she replied.

"I need you to take care of her"

"ok...just put her on..that bed" the nurse pointed on a bed at the end of the room.

Jamson walked to the bed putting the Ensign in it and then headed toward the observation lounge.

LtCmd Micharl Jamson
OPS
USS Galaxy