Main Story: Hard Six...

[* Cold Harbor Story / Action *]

Main Story: Hard Six...

Note: Due to the accidental loss of previous postings and such, just try your best to remember what you were doing and where you were in your posting, conversation, goals, etc. If you have questions, please contact Cold Harbor's CO or XO.

[* Cold Harbor Story / Action *]

* Cold Harbor Story / Action *

If things had gone to plan, as it were, none of anything that was going on would be happening; obviously this wasn’t the case. Things had been going wrong for the crew of The Cold Harbor from the very beginning, not to mention the fact that the CRV was having a ‘rough go of it’ for their beginning few missions and early conception.

There were actually four different fights occurring at the same time, each trying to fight for what they believed was their very survival, as they were unaware if their friends and crewmates were still alive.

Aboard the CRV ‘Capital Ship’ Imperium, there was already the belief that everyone, both planet side and those that had been sent to investigate, were KIA; or rather assimilated from what the Director-General knew. Their final mission choice, as the outcome could only be one, was to deploy enough heavy ordinance into the system and onto the planet that if for some reason it didn’t right out kill anything and everything, what may have survived wouldn’t be able to achieve warp travel, as the weaponry prevented warp engines from creating their necessary ‘bubble’, for well over 200 years. Running at maximum Slipstream drive, they were less then an hour out, and were already arming their weaponry to deploy as soon as they were in range.

Aboard The Cold Harbor, things weren’t much better. The ship herself had taken a beating that not many ships outside of the ‘battleship class’ would survive; but even that high bar was surpassed by not only the dedicated crew she strived to protect within her hull, the rugged determination of the ship herself to hold true against the onslaught. The ship’s crew complement had suffered heavy losses, final counts weren’t in, and it would be hard to two, but well over 300 of the ships crew listed as one form of casualty or another; however at least 78 were confirmed dead. All the crew aboard were working mostly dead on their feet, not having the option to ‘take a break’. Her XO, Tyler, had done wonders with the assistance and support of both the Tactical and Operations senior Officers. With the battle for the most part over, thanks to Tyler’s unique defense plan, The Cold Harbor was still together, but would need a lot of repair before she would be 100% again; however, the crew would be able to get her partially space worthy with some work. At least they’d be okay until they could dock and get more repairs complete; if they lived long enough…

Down on the planet, the Away Team was having issues of their own as well. Having gained access to the structure, they’d dodged several different attempts on their lives, and wherever The Borg are concerned, they were being very cautious; especially with the way they were currently acting. Having allowed the last group to pass, they had begun to move again deeper into the structure, searching for the shielded room that seemed to be under heavy security and was not able to be penetrated by sensors. The Away Team was doing okay, all around, but some were having more issues then the others. Suddenly, and without warning or explanation, Sabal seemed to have ‘blacked out’; unable to communicate in any form other then the most basic, basic, hand gestures and via text on a quickly confiscated PAAD. Kael was very much on the quiet side, much more then usual, but Colonel Grant couldn’t know whether it was due to the constant stress of the constant action the crew had been facing in addition to exhaustion, or if it was that this was very similar to her experiences aboard The Bellemount; a little of both he figured.

His Chief Engineer, seemed the least phased out of them all, constantly keeping his head and thoughts fixated on the mission. Although courageous in itself, Colonel Grant looked at it in such a way that Bob was just to old and experienced a fish to care to much about what ‘might happen’, only ‘what did’ and ‘what will’. Then his long time friend Captain Zek’dyn, who Colonel Grant had served with for years, since graduating the academy, continuously did his duty without hesitation. Having served together, and being best friends, such as they have been, there was a common understanding and complete dedication to each other. Although Colonel Grant would be able to hold his ‘poker face’ during the mission to insure confidence in his fellow crew members, his good friend would know that something was bothering him; he could tell. Colonel Grant himself felt concerned and slightly distracted, weighed down by the thoughts of the casualties and all the distractions, the implications of why they were doing what they were doing, and wondering how Tyler was doing with regards to taking care of his Ship; it was a heavy burden.

Doctor Jackson, although alive and well, and alone, was probably in the best shape of all the current Cold Harbor crew; she just didn’t know it. Buried deep within The Outpost, she found herself facing an abomination the likes of what was found in nightmares. To make matters worse, she was facing a decision that she couldn’t make easy. Hugo-da’Kat had specifically sought her out for what see was, a dedicated medical professional that got into medicine because she wanted to help and heal people, because she had been mistreated in her youth during ‘The Occupation’, and she adhered strongly to her medical Oath. It also made matters more complicated, since he was by all definition an individual and not just another drone. She had no idea of the multiple rescue attempts for her, save for Tam’s temporary mental connection, nor had she any idea of how her own personal safety would turn out in the end. She had to chose to help or not, meet his demands or face assimilation. Unbeknownst to Doctor Jackson, Hugo-da’Kat already knew he was running out of time. Although not directly aware that his base of operations had been breached, he knew that if he didn’t get off world and get moving, it would only be a matter of time before something went wrong and he’d lose everything. Although, as if you could pair two worst personas together then a Cardassian and the Borg, you’d be hard pressed; his overconfidence caused him to continuously make poor decisions and not follow through on others. Currently, Doctor Jackson’s fate was hers and her alone to control…

[Samuel J. Grant]

Colonel’s Duty Log:

It is with a fogged view that I look at myself now, on this mission. I’ve been in command for only a few short weeks, and during this time, in this odd experiment of sub-division of ‘The Fleet’, I find that my resolve and personal constitution are tested again and again and a rate I’ve seldom seen outside of active ‘hot warfare’.

This Away Mission is my chivalric attempt at righting a wrong that it is very possible that we, Starfleet, may have done; a weapon that was made, we wish never was. But, in doing the right thing, I also find myself wondering if the price was too high; how much is too much? Worse yet, I’m running my crew, my best friend, into a likely death trap? Not to mention the question regarding the status of The Cold Harbor… Had Tyler been able to pull off a victory, or are we all just trying to do one last great right thing before we pass along?

Computer, End Log.

[* Cold Harbor Story / Action *]

Note: Moved on behalf of simmer from previous post position.

Location: Planet Outpost

Once the drones had passed and Sabal had informed them of what her problem was, the three of them passed out of the side office they had been hiding in and rendezvoused with the rest of the away team. Kael carried a tricorder in one hand and a phaser in the other as she followed the rest of the team. She was not fully aware of how withdrawn she had become, but the sever lack of rest combined with the combat situation was wearing her down.

The Chief went to work on some wiring and then explained that he thought it would be unwise to ride the lift all the way down and she nodded a bit, "That makes sense to me. I'm game for a climb." If there was no need to announce their presence she would rather not. Who knows what these borg were up to, after all.

Location: Planet Outpost

[* Cold Harbor Story / Action *]

Note: Moved on behalf of simmer from previous post position.

Sabina stands by the door of the Starfleet-appearing sickbay place in Hugo's base. She wasn't sure what to do. She had a tube of the modified bio-probes in her hand. She wasn't sure if they would work when put to the final test, but for now, they appeared to be replicating. She just didn't know how they would evolve or function after a lot of replications. It was mean of her, but she rather hoped they would go horribly wrong once he had started using them.

She tried to curb her thoughts, knowing that she wasn't safe even in her own head. However, that didn't stop her from considering escape plans. If she could cause a distraction, she might be able to escape and find a shuttle bay. Even a map and a transporter pad would be welcome, even if it meant she was limited to transporter range for her escape. She decides to go back to Hugo and look along the way for other corridors that could be an escape route.

[Samuel J. Grant]

Location: Outpost; Corridor

When Colonel Grant and Chief Murkeye finally exited the room they’d taken shelter in, they found the hallway to be clear on both sides, after another moment of triple checking to make sure all was clear, they entered the hallway and met up with the other team. Seeing everyone was okay, from a quick look over, he turned to Zek as he was brought up to speed regarding the only casualty; Sabal communication ability. “Seems Sabal has lost the ability to communicate and use her other psionic abilities, Kael and Sabal believe that some sort of dampening field has gone up. I’m not sure why.” Colonel Grant looked a little confused, “Dampening field… but our instruments still work…” which was true; although their range was limited (which was true from the moment they landed). Knowing that Zek would have an educated guess, and realizing that it more then likely had something to do relating with Sabal’s mental abilities, he quickly raised his hands in a ‘defeated gestures’ towards his Security Chief “Never mind…”

He glanced up at Sabal with a quick attempt at reading her face, and for a brief moment he thought he could; she looked rather confused and frustrated… if such a facial expression could cross that of an 8472. He then looked back towards Zek and he spoke in a softer tone “Maybe some defense against 8742 that we didn’t know existed? I know I’d want a defense against what we saw out there. Judging from Sabal’s reaction seems she didn’t know they possessed this power either. Finding out how they are doing this might be beneficial in the long run.” Samuel clapped his friend on his left shoulder and smiled “Maybe…”

He turned back towards Bob as he spoke his mind, as usual, and came up with a plan. Reasoning that what they were looking for was down there, and hoping to hold onto the element of surprise for as long as reasonably possible (although Colonel Grant was never one to shrink from a stand up fight), he figured they should give Bob’s plan a try; his Security Chief seemed to agree. “Alright Chief,” he said as he spoke to the short and angry fish “we’ll do it your way.” He watched as Bob quickly tampered with the lift itself, and then popped the hatch. “We’ll leap frog… three climb down a few meters, two cover, then switch, all the way down; be careful and think before you leap…” he smiled. He waived Zek forward, having him go first, with Kael behind him. He then let Bob go, which he was the easiest through the small hatch, and then turned to regard Sabal, who again if she could sport a human face, she’d be giving him a ‘reproachful’ look. It was then it clicked; she wasn’t gonna fit through the hatch…

His mind raced to think of a solution, but for a moment he feared that they were in trouble. But, it was then that his constant ‘reading’ of files and such poked its hand up and redirected his memory to something that would correct the problem they were currently in. “Okay… Now might be one of those times that I need you to use one of your unique species traits....” He pointed to the hatch, which hadn't grown at all since he last looked at it, but it was just barely big enough for Sabal to fit her head through... He knew that she knew what he was asking her to do. After she did so, Sam fought not to shutter at the site of her changing, her 'bones' appearing to 'pop' and disjoint as she made herself able to fit through the hatch. Now able to pass through the hatch, he followed her through taking up the rear guard position, and re-securing the hatch.

After a slow 25 minute crawl decent, they were at the lowest level. Taking a minute to catch their breaths, Colonel Grant re-shouldered his rifle, had Bob breach the door (without explosives this time… ;]), and they rushed into an open hallway. Through the site of his rifle, he thought he saw something that he recognized, but he didn’t believe it. For the briefest of second, he thought he saw the white medical coat and blue stripped uniform of a CRV Medical Officer, and the hair style of their own Doctor Jackson, walking between two Borg drones; but she was safe, a relative term, aboard The Cold Harbor… Sam let the reference go unmentioned, and moved off towards the ‘sensor blacked out’ area they came down to find.

Location: Outpost; ‘security level’

[Sabal]

Location: Planet Outpost

Sabal looked at the hole reproachfully; she was surprisingly flexible for her size and could technically fit anywhere her head could, but that required a little effort. Colonel Grant seemed to realize this “Okay… Now might be one of those times that I need you to use one of your unique species traits....” Sabal rolled her eyes and walked over to the hatch, she stuck her head through, dislocated both shoulders, making loud popping noises, slid her shoulder, chest, and arms through, then popped her shoulders back in. Once her upper half was through the rest was easy, she then joined the others. They made their way down the Turboshaft, once at the bottom, Sabal waited patiently for the others to catch their breaths, and offered her assistance if Bob needed it to get the door open.

Location: Planet Outpost

[* Cold Harbor Story / Action *]

OOC Note: I know the 4th of July Holiday will prevent, and have prevented, people from posting; this is fine. Just know that once the weekend is over, please re-read what is going on aboard the ship and continue to enjoy SIMMING; thanks.

* Cold Harbor Story / Action *

Outpost: Security Level; Away Team

Had the Away Team passed through the door a few moments earlier, they’d have walked right into the two drones escorting Doctor Jackson back to Hugo, but entering when they did, they’d caught only the briefest of glimpse of what they thought might have been her; neither them nor her knowing yet the either were there. Having gained the lowest level, the Away Team would begin heading to the room where the sensors could not penetrate, which was not far from their current location. They’d pass by the room that Doctor Jackson had just left, the med-bay area, before reaching the guarded door. But they’d have an unsuspected surprise as they got closer to the door…

Outpost: Security Level; Survivor Introduction

Unbeknownst to The Cold Harbor Crew, the Away Team, and even The Borg occupying The Outpost, they had not caught and assimilated everybody. Just prior to their ‘awaking’ and attack on The Outpost, a shuttle of new arrivals had landed to begin working at the facility; their information had not been completely entered into the computer banks yet, thus preventing The Borg from knowing there were still a few Starfleet personnel roaming around The Outpost.

It was during this time, as the Away Team began their final sweep, and headed towards the room where Doctor Jackson and Hugo were at, that the survivors and the Away Team would meet. It is up to the new character ‘Khrys’ to write herself into the story.

[Dr. Sabina Jackson]

Location: Hugo's room

She had seen several possible escape routes during her trip back to Hugo's room. She wondered now if she could cause a large enough distraction to escape. Sabina fixes an annoyed look on her face- she was growing impatient with Hugo. Handing the tube of bio-probes to one of Hugo's minions, she goes to a corner of the room to think some more about her predicament and how to cause a distraction- not to mention avoid Hugo's possible bad temper over how long it had taken to make the modified bio-probes.

[Kael Giral'i]

Location: Outpost, Security Level

The climb down the lift shaft took a bit more out of her than she expected, so when they reached the bottom, Kael was glad to be done with it. The question now was how long could they go unnoticed? She pulled out her tricorder and took a quick scan of the area to see what she might come up with. This action caused her to miss the glimpse of the Doctor that the Colonel had.

Looking up from her tricorder she inquired of Bob, "That way?"

As they moved along the corridor her natural inquisitiveness kicked in a bit more again, overriding some of the fatigue she had been dealing with. They came to a door on their left and she glanced inside to see a medical bay. Her eyebrow lifted a bit and she murmured, "A medical bay on the lowest level? Don't they normally try to pick a more central location for these things?"

Location: Outpost, Security Level

[Khrys]

OOC Note: Joint post between Nick and Khrys

Location: CRV Outpost Omicron, Basement Security Level

Khrys looked up from her medkit and pointed her phaser at the hatch as she heard it open, “Jumpy aren’t we?” Khrys lowered her phaser and looked away from the Nasat Computer Specialist and went back to tending her patient, “Let’s see, we are the only Starfleet here without assimilation tubules, so yes Maggie I’m jumpy” Khrys re-scanned the injured pilot with her left hand, while cleaning the blood off his face with her middle and right, “He got quite the bump on the head, I have repaired the damage, given him something for the lovely headache he’s going to have, and he should be waking up shortly. Any luck finding supplies?”

They had been hiding from the drones since shortly after they arrived; the outpost had called for additional staff, a head nurse and computer specialist, they arrived in a shuttle with a CRV pilot just a few hours before the Borg attacked. They’d been in hiding ever since, trying to find supplies and survive without attracting attention. Unfortunately their pilot took a hard fall down a maintenance shaft and got a nice concussion. Something that Khrys was in the midst of fixing with the field med kit she had, but they were running out of supplies. C17 Magenta (Maggie) spoke again “I was able to find some field rations” Khrys nodded “And did you figure out the source of that explosion?” Maggie made an annoyed clicking noise with her antenna, “That is somewhat a mystery; I gathered from the computers that the station detected a Bio-Ship entering the atmosphere, and drones were dispatched to intercept a landing party.” Khrys looked up from their injured pilot, confused, “Like Species 8472 Bio-Ship?” The Nasat nodded and shrugged with all six of the legs she wasn’t standing on. “The very same ones, and it gets even better, the computer also told me that the station lost contact with all the drones it sent out there.” Khrys nodded “Well either we have an ally or a really big problem. Either way, this is the distraction we needed to get out of here.”

Maggie made an annoyed clicking noise again “How are we to do that when our shuttle was commandeered and is now under heavy guard in the outpost hangar bay, along with your” Maggie pointed at Khrys and the injured pilot “environmental suits.” Khrys started packing up her things, and thought a moment before she replied “Well we will work on that along the way, hopefully the drones will be too preoccupied with whomever was on that Bio-Ship and let their guard down a bit. What’s the best way to the shuttle bay from here?” Maggie retrieved her tricorder, “We are on the bottom level, we need to move out of this closet, down the hallway to the turbo lift, up to the top, and to the north side of the complex.” Khrys didn’t respond, Maggie made it sound so easy, but they were going to be lucky if they made it out of here, alive.

With a groan, Nick pulled himself upright into a sitting position and eyed his two companions. He exhaled slowly as his head screamed at him in pain from the fall, then he commented, "This is a Security Level, right? So they most likely have some spare EVA suits in case of some accident or what not. Security types always like to be prepared, they're like the damn boy scouts." He eyed Khrys for a moment and added, "Though I doubt they have something suited for you, but maybe we can modify something on the fly. Either way it's our best bet. Where is the nearest storage room?" he asked Maggie. She checked her tricorder once again and responded, "In the corridor just past the turbo lift."

Nick nodded, then winced at the pain which he quickly followed by a forced smile, "See, not even that out of our way." Somehow, he suspected Khrys was unconvinced, but she didn't seem to be arguing. To be honest, he wasn't convinced either. However, their options were quite limited at the moment and sitting in a closet, waiting to be discovered didn't appeal to him at all.

Once everything was packed, they headed out, Khrys in the lead, Maggie in the middle, down on all eights with the supplies on her back, and Nick bringing up the rear, phaser in hand, covering their backs.

They crept down the hallway at a fair pace, silent and steady. Khrys slowed as they came to a junction, their hallway continued on to a large security door, and the intersecting hallway branched to the left, which went to the turbolift. Khrys stopped; she needed to check the side hallway before they moved on. She held up her phaser, signaled the others to be ready, and slowly moved her head around the corner, and almost banged her head against a human in an environmental suit who was doing the same thing. Khrys leapt back and to the right to avoid stepping on Maggie, she pointed her phaser right at the man’s face, and wished she had two other phasers to occupy her other hands which were now instinctively clutching her enlarged belly, in a futile attempt to protect it. She noted that they were also outgunned, in leaping a little to the right; she noticed that there were several environmental suits in the hallway, all armed. Maggie curled into a ball and rolled over to Khrys, popping out of her roll just in front of Khrys on her hind two legs, the other legs were occupied four with phasers, and the top two vigorously scanning the new arrivals. Khrys had never been fond of bugs, but was very happy to have to have the Nasat with them; phasers didn’t work well against their exoskeleton. Nick quickly moved up behind them, but turned slightly so as to be facing down the hallway they were just coming out of still in order to see if anyone might be coming up behind them, this was not exactly an ideal location to encounter someone. It left to many avenues of attack and they were in open view from too many directions.

Maggie knew she made good cover, and with extra legs, she was happy to even up the guns. She scanned the new arrivals, but, as before the closer her scanner got to the Security area at the end of the hallway, the less accurately it worked. She was getting very shabby results from her scans. “My scans are inconclusive; I can tell you they are there, but who or what…?” Maggie whispered to Khrys and Nick.

Khrys didn’t like this; they were out in the open, just waiting for any passing Drone to come across them. Still pointing her phaser she simply asked “Who are you?” in a whisper just loud enough to carry to the group in the Environmental suits. She would have added more to the question, but it was lost in her throat, there was a Species 8472 creeping up the hallway after the other group, Khrys’s jaw dropped, she readjusted her phaser and prepared to fire on the new threat.

Nick's eyes widened as he saw Species 8472, and just as quickly he saw Khrys take aim on it, he whispered forcefully, "Khrys, hold on! The bio-ship!" as a quick reminder to her that they needed to tread softly since this may be their only ticket off the outpost. Last thing they needed now was to shoot their only way of escape... "Perhaps we should leave introductions until we can get somewhere with a little more cover?" he hissed. Khrys conceded, tactics weren’t her strong point, but his proposal made sense, still she wasn’t going to be the first to lower her weapon.

Location: CRV Outpost Omicron, Basement Security Level

[Samuel J. Grant]

Location: Outpost; ‘security level’

Moving in good order, considering they were still all stuffed up in environmental suits, Colonel Grant and the Away Team continued down the corridor clearing the rooms they passed. "A medical bay on the lowest level? Don't they normally try to pick a more central location for these things?" The Colonel eyed it suspiciously, but nodded carefully. “Yeah; they usually do…” he thought, then thought about where they were again “Maybe it has to do with the heavily secured room on the far end; maybe they needed facilities ‘closer’ then up the lift…” Then he groaned slightly as a possible realization came into his head “Transporters probably don’t work this far down…”

Coming up on yet another ‘corner’, he motioned for everyone to hold, shouldered his rifle, and peaked his head around the corner. Not knowing what t expect, surely not expecting what he saw, he found himself face to face with an alien with big eyes; Samuel stumbled backwards and crashed into Kael.

Although on his backside, on the floor, he quickly un-shouldered his rifle and brought it up to fire. As quickly as he’d done so, an additional insect type alien ‘rolled’ out and pointed its phaser, or rather more specifically ‘phasers’ at The Colonel and his Away Team; quickly followed by a third subject, this time a Human, who had the sense of still trying to cover the direction they’d come from, yet looking at the jumbled group of people.

Sam took the few seconds to realize they were all in Starfleet CRV Uniforms and were missing the stereotypical ‘Borg’ augmetics. He knew that Zek had them covered and Bob was probably still ready for a fight, not to mention their large ‘purple’ bodyguard. He watched the ‘insect’ point a tri-corder at him, and appeared confused (if it could) at its readings. “That damn thing ain’t gonna work right down here…” replied The Colonel.

“Who are you?” Knowing he was covered, he slowly picked himself up off the ground. “I’m Colonel Samuel Grant of The USS Cold Harbor CRV; now will you put those damn things down?” (something he knew from experience...) He watched the opposing group’s eyes look past him, and their weapons adjust to a new target, he initially thought they’d been discovered and braced himself for a fight, but it was what they said that made him realize what they were looking at. "Khrys, hold on! The bio-ship!" “And these are my fellow Senior Officers; Security Chief Captain Zek, Engineering Chief Murkeye, Senior Science Officer Kael and our Exchange Officer Sabal…”

Consciously aware that they were horribly exposed, it was one of the opposition that pointed it out. "Perhaps we should leave introductions until we can get somewhere with a little more cover?" Samuel nodded, “Good idea, this way.” Pointing towards the medical bay that was just behind them, he ordered the hodgepodge group inside, the door closing behind them.

It never occurred to him that there might be other survivors down here, The Borg didn’t usually leave any. Taking a minute to believe they were temporarily safe, he shouldered his rifle and looked at the two groups. “Okay, your turn… Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?” He didn’t want to talk long, but he needed to know if what their status was so he could plan for this unexpected contingency.

Location: Outpost; ‘security level’; medical bay

['Chief' Bob]

Location: Outpost, Security Level

Bob managed to get the door open at the bottom of the left without any problems, and much to his disappointment, without explosives… They proceeded down the corridor, Bob had his eyes on the map, but his tricorder was giving him some issues, so he punched it, which did nothing but make the screen flicker. He looked up as Kael made her inquiry "That way?" Bob crunched up his face in frustration, “Your guess is as good as mine, this damn thing isn’t working properly, dampening field perhaps. We are fairly close, so let’s go down to the end of the hallway to the fork and go from there.”

They continued down the hallway, and as they approached the T the Colonel motioned for everyone to hold, shouldered his rifle, and peaked his head around the corner. Meanwhile Bob fiddled with his phaser, thinking that he just might shoot his stupid tricorder, all his destructive thoughts were lost when the Colonel came crashing into Kael and fell onto his rear. Bob leapt over to Kael, attempting to steady her so she didn’t end up on the floor as well, and pointed his phaser on instinct at the threat, but was confused, he expected to see an army of Drones, but standing there were three CRV officers, a Human, Nasat, and a plump Edosian. The Nasat was attempting to scan them and Bob was going to mention something, but the Colonel beat him to it. “That damn thing ain’t gonna work right down here…” It was the Edosian who replied, “Who are you?” Colonel Grant gave a short introduction, the Human of the other group spoke up "Perhaps we should leave introductions until we can get somewhere with a little more cover?" Grant nodded, “Good idea, this way.”

He pointed towards the medical bay that was just behind them, he ordered the hodgepodge group inside, the door closing behind them. “Okay, your turn… Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?” Bob kept quiet, very curious to hear their story. He attempted to get his scanner working again, hoping being in closer proximity and in an enclosed area would help reception; the best he was getting was lifesigns, which were in themselves odd, he was reading 11 life forms, they had 5 in their group and the others had 3 that he could see. Bob stole a brief glance at Kael seeing if she was getting anything odd on her end, then whispered to Colonel Grant, “I’m getting 11 lifesigns in this room.” Bob knew his tricorder was on the fritz but he wanted them on alert if there was something unseen lurking in the room.

Location: Outpost; Security level