Carrie´s little world

over 30 I German I Fangirl I FF Author 

[ssteamingtea]

People are saying they’re photos are old. Even if they are, his team is diabolical for releasing them.

That’s exactly it, even if the photos are old - it’s clear there’s a picture he’s trying to paint. Interesting he’s with a brown eyed brunette (wink wink)

[chronicillnesshumor-deactivated]

[riricitaa]

so .... I guess this is basically what happened lol

[larkistin]

Started a series of non-fandom related artworks today.

These aren’t what I usually paint, but I‘m leaving them here. I don’t plan these, I just pick up a brush and go along.

If only one person resonates with them as well, then it was worth posting them on my page.

Sending love from my heart to yours ❤️

[carrietrekkie]

Always Remember Us This Way.

This goes through my mind the last few days. It really didn´t fit in my timeline for Cathrin, its a little outstanding but I found it worth sharing. 

The other story goes on, the two had a way to go and the next parts are more romantic but for now…

Sometimes there is need for a sad story, so you warned!

And if you don´t mind, let me know what you think of it! Or if you want me to tag you!

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[carrietrekkie]

Always one of my favourites!

[carrietrekkie]

Once upon a time...

Hey together!

Whilst waiting for the Pike show, that hopefully will come, I had some thoughts  how it could be. How it could start, look like, how much of Christopher Pikes way could be shown, from his childhood till his tragic fate.

Imagine this as a start for a series, maybe a very early trailer or a first scene. It´s just a short one shot, inspired by the latest Short Treks and the existing novels about Chris Pike.

I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if you like it! And if you have an idea for a better title. ;)

@bold-brave-courageous​ @allthetrek​ @reeselivesforeverinmyheart​

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[carrietrekkie]

Just because I'm so excited that Strange New Worlds is only 3 days away.

[luciadiosa]

Dragonfire Book 3 - Part 1

 Masterlist Book 1 and 2

Here we go. Book 3. It might be start with a little blabla but please stay. I have great ideas. <3 ________________________________

After climbing the mountain, you reach the beginning of the top. It isn’t even the peak but it looks like another world. From the cold snow is nothing left. A small path leads you through the green field. You see the peak of the mountain in the distance to his feet a dark forest. You ask yourself what’s laying behind it or even in it. It took you days till you find yourself in front of the entrance of a village. Panting, you drag yourself into the village. In the forest you were attacked by beings unknown to you.

You fall on your knees, still pressing your hand on the bloody wound on your right stomach area. You can still see residents approaching you before you faint. When you come to, you grunt in pain and see the blurry outline of a person. when she hears you, she turns to you and comes closer. “Jascha! I need water.” She shouts. She is a beautiful woman. Her skin are clean and without any A beautiful woman, late Thirties, pure skin, without a scratch. Rosy cheeks, framed by long straight brown hair that shimmered red in the light.

“Here you go.” Jascha says. His blonde hair is tied in a small braid that protrudes from the back of his head. A few strands got lost on his face, which bears signs of fighting. His body stuck in a shiny armor but you cannot see the colors. The Woman press you down and wash your face. “She looks like her, doesn’t she?” you hear. “Don’t be foolish, Senja.” “Dragon…” you stumble between the conversation and Senja turns to you. “Hush little one. Rest for now.”

Part 2

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[thealexawayne]

Star Trek Discovery is the latest title added to the Star Trek franchise as a crew. Of course, right before Picard. In the Star Trek Discovery series, we have the wonderful back story of Captain Christopher Pike played by the amazing Anson Mount. LINK: https://alexawayne.art

[lxaah11]

Why’s It Always Crystals? - Part 2 (ST:D x The Inhumans crossover)

Chris’ breath forcefully left his body as he slammed into the crevice wall with a loud crack, he had only been falling for a few seconds but he had already resigned himself to the world of pain he just knew he’d find himself in when he hit the bottom. At least he hoped that was what awaited him. The only other alternative he could imagine is dying on impact and, after everything he’d managed to live through, he really didn’t want the thing that killed him to be him losing his damn footing. He could still hear Burnham’s panicked voice echoing all around him, following him down into the darkness, yet he couldn’t quite process exactly what it was she was saying. The adrenaline coursing through his veins had forced his brain to filter out any extraneous sounds and, apparently, Michael fell under that remit. Not that it mattered anyway, he hadn’t yet been able to get his breath back and it felt like he wouldn’t for a while, so he wouldn’t have had a chance in hell of answering her. 

The crack he had fallen down was narrow enough that once he had hit the wall he stayed against it, his back scraping along the jagged surface of the wall taking the skin off as he fell. After a few more moments of free fall he, strangely enough, felt himself slowing down. Don’t get him wrong, he still felt like he had left his stomach up at the top with Burnham and saw no sign of the bottom of this pit, but he was definitely not falling as fast as he had been. The reason for this was not immediately clear if anything it had only become more baffling, as the wall he was sliding down appeared to smooth out the further down he went. It was only when he reached the bottom that he figured it out. The wall, which had been completely vertical when he first started falling, in fact, started sloping out near the bottom and continued to do so until it had become perfectly horizontal. It reminded him of an old playground ride he had only ever seen pictures of - a drop slide, he believed it was called. Affectionately nicknamed a ‘death slide’, and after what he had just experienced he could definitely see why. However, unlike those rides, this version did not have a long flat section for him to decelerate and, instead, stopped rather abruptly. He catapulted off the end and was sent skipping like a stone across the lake of water that had caused this natural phenomenon, before plunging into its icy depths.

With his lungs begging for the oxygen that they had been deprived of, he kicked towards the surface and found that the water was only a few feet deeper than he was tall. He swam over to the opening that he was shot out of, as he moved closer the water became shallower, allowing him to stand with his shoulders above the water as he called up to Michael, who was still shouting down after him.

 “I’m OK. Nothing broken at least.” He added with a chuckle.

“Sir?” A sigh of relief. “What’s down there? Can you see a way back up?”

Miraculously, the lights on his EV suit still worked. He observed the new cave that surrounded him, it didn’t look too different from the others he had just left. All he could see was a narrow tunnel branching off, carrying a ravine further into the rock, but nothing that indicated a way of returning to Burnham. He relayed this information back to her, hoping she’d be able to come up with a solution but also fully prepared to order her to carry on with the mission without him as he tried to make his own way to the surface.

“Captain, I have rappelling gear in my pack but the only anchor point up here doesn’t seem to be strong enough to support your weight, it will just crumble.”

“It’s ok Burnham, you carry on along the path. I’ll stay down here and- “

“With all due respect Captain,” Burnham interrupted showing no said respect, “I believe it best we stick together. We still don’t know anything about this energy source and these tunnels are treacherous, if we split up and one of us gets in danger then it could be lethal.”

Knowing she had a point, but not seeing another way Pike could only respond, “Well then, what would you suggest Commander?”

“The anchor is strong enough to support me, so I’ll make my way down to you-”

“No, Michael-”, Pike tried to interrupt when he realised what she was saying.

“-and we’ll carry on through the tunnel down there.”

“Michael, if you stay up there we know you can get out, you come down here and that is no longer the case. I wish there was another way but you have to leave me, that’s an order.”

There was a pause before Burnham’s voice echoed down to him again, “…I’m already on my way down sir.”

Pike could only sigh and contemplate how he really needed to start being less lenient with his officers, as it seemed to be a running theme that few of them listened to him in situations like this. He hopes that Burnham and Number One never meet, if they did he might as well resign his commission straight away, they would be unstoppable.

As he waited for Michael to reach him, he decided to try and scope out the tunnel that was now their only hope for escape. It was located at the point in the cave where the water was shallowest, only reaching his ankles, and was smaller than it seemed at first glance, just wider than himself and as tall as his waist, he could only cringe at the incoming pain that his back will inevitably feel. There was a scrape of boots over rock followed by a quiet splash as Burnham exited the crag and slipped into the water, she waded towards him and peered over his shoulder. Not even her years of living on Vulcan could help her hide the disgruntled sigh upon seeing the confined space they’d spend the next who knows how long making their way through. They shared a look before Chris, hopefully for the last time on this seemingly endless expedition, got down on his hands and knees and made his way into the tunnel with Michael joining him soon after. Only the sound of their breathing and the sloshing of the water, which wasn’t getting any shallower, could be heard - they both just wanted to get out and were too focused to try and attempt a meaningless conversation. For the first time since entering the caves they seemed to have caught a break, the tunnel seemed to be on a slightly upward trajectory and was hopefully taking them towards the surface. 

They’d been in the water for long enough that the cold had started to permeate through the suits thermal regulation system when they finally saw a light at the end of the tunnel. He crawled with a renewed vigour, Michael following close behind, both eager to get back to Discovery or out of the caves at the very least. As he got closer the sound of running water began to echo around them, getting louder as they got closer until they finally reached the end. 

Pike once again found himself short of breath as he reached forward to continue to crawl and instead found that the ground was no longer where he expected and instead rapidly steepened to form another pool that he promptly, and rather ungracefully, fell into. Except this time the water was shallower than he was tall, it was only by sheer dumb luck that he didn’t whack his head on the rock below and instead landed flat on his back, adding to the already long list of reasons he isn’t going to be able to move tomorrow. He sat up, spluttering as he broke the surface only to be greeted with Michael chuckling as she contorted herself so she could enter feet first, having learnt from his mistake. Chris could only self-deprecatingly smile at her as she offered her hand to help him up, which he gratefully accepted. 

Having recovered from his unexpected swim, he was finally able to take in their new surroundings and he very quickly found the source of the light. His heart sank. A beam of light from the surface entered yet another cave through a gap in the ceiling, after which it bounced off the multitude of crystals that lined the edge of the pool, illuminating the darkness. Both Pike and Burnham looked around in awe, so distracted that they both startled when Tilly’s voice disturbed the quiet they had been in for what must have been hours.

“Captain, Michael? I don’t know what you just did but the readings we’re getting have just got even larger and I didn’t think that was even possible. Is there anything new around you that looks like it could be the source?”

“We’ve ended up in a cavern full of crystals, Ensign, we’ll take a sample and bring it back to Discovery for further analysis. Can you get a transporter lock on us?”

“Affirmative Captain, we can be ready to beam you out at a moment’s notice.” A pause. “Well, maybe a bit more than a moment, we are getting some slight interference - nothing to worry about but it’ll take a bit longer to actually get you out of there.”

“Thank you, Ensign, I’ll let you know when we need to beam out.” Pike replied, “With more than a moment’s notice.” He added with a smile.

Burnham started to take some readings from the cave, to look for any sign as to what these crystals were and where they came from. As she did this Pike pulled out a laser cutter and knelt to take a sample, the moment he started cutting through the crystal is when things started going wrong. A white mist started to hiss out from the crystal, quickly beginning to fill the cave. As Pike staggered backwards trying to get away from the mist, Burnham’s scanner started going crazy.

“Captain, the readings I’m getting are showing that this gas is potentially toxic,” Burnham reported as she hit the button to activate her helmet. Pike went to follow suit, only to find that at some point during one of his numerous falls the mechanism had malfunctioned. By this point the mist had already filled over half the cave, it was being emitted faster than it could escape. Pike knew immediately he only had seconds, a minute maximum before there would be no clean air left to breathe.

Shaking his head at Burnham to try and convey his predicament he commed up to Discovery, “Ensign, I know I promised a moment’s notice but we need to beam out of here now.” He tried to keep his voice level but inside he was panicking. He had gotten out of so many sticky situations, come back after being hurt so many times but right now he couldn’t see a way out.

“We’re trying Captain but the interference has dramatically increased, we need more time.”

Pike didn’t reply.

The mist had filled the cave. Pike was holding his breath for as long as possible trying to give the Discovery crew as long as possible to get them out of there. But his lungs were burning. He couldn’t hold on much longer. Distantly he could hear a panicked Burnham communicating with Tilly, trying to get them out of here.

“Beam us up! We need to get out of here now, beam us - “

Pike breathed in.

[admiralchristopherpike]

open | discovery

Pike was sitting in his waiting room on Discovery, still shaken by seeing Vina. She had been one of those that haunted you far after they were gone. He knew there hadn’t been anything he could have done to convince her to leave Talos 4, but there had always been a part of him that wondered if he maybe had tried harder.

Being lost in thought, Pike jumped slightly as someone rang at his door. Composing himself he called out. “Come!”

[sidetrek]

and they were so close, too :( i would also like to announce I’m starting up a patreon in November!! I’m gonna try for a comics tier so that I can work on this stuff ALL THE TIME.  I’ll be making a separate post here on it soon, in the meantime u can find me at the usual places ;) twitter.com/sidetrek2 ko-fi.com/sidetrek

[carrietrekkie]

Once upon a time...

Hey together!

Whilst waiting for the Pike show, that hopefully will come, I had some thoughts  how it could be. How it could start, look like, how much of Christopher Pikes way could be shown, from his childhood till his tragic fate.

Imagine this as a start for a series, maybe a very early trailer or a first scene. It´s just a short one shot, inspired by the latest Short Treks and the existing novels about Chris Pike.

I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if you like it! And if you have an idea for a better title. ;)

@bold-brave-courageous​ @allthetrek​ @reeselivesforeverinmyheart​

"The Earth, Vulcan, Andoria, Tellar and that's only the beginning. Take the first step towards the future and enlist to Starfleet Academy. Be at the frontline of discovering new planets and exploring alien civilizations. Explore with us the depths and wonders of the galaxy and follow us to where no one has ever been before." The clip ended in a long shot at Admiral Jonathan Archer before the Starfleet Academy logo in San Francisco took his place. It was old-fashioned, cheesy and somehow antiquated, but he loved it.

He couldn´t count how often he had watched it. Hundreds, thousands of times, and each time he lost himself again in the Admiral's heroic words, in the pictures from the most remote areas of the Federation, the exotic plots, with their exciting inhabitants, and in the photographs of Starfleet spaceships and starbases. Proud, majestic ships, silvery white shining in front of the infinite star carpet of the galaxy. The ability to visit worlds with a touch of a button, places he couldn´t even imagine in his wildest dreams. This thought intrigued him, carried him through his days and comforted him in moments when nothing goes the way he imagined. On the PADD in his hand arose the question if he wanted to watch the video again and he hesitated for a moment, then put the device aside and turned his eyes to the night sky overhead. The climate here allowed a clear and unobstructed view of the stars, only traversed by the networks of satellites and occasional transport shuttles. When his timing was good, he could catch a glimpse of the Challenger Space Dock every few days, and if he was very lucky, one of the big spaceships passed by in the sky above him.   So many times he had imagined living on one of these ships. He remembered exactly how his heart was beating, his skin was tingling, as he first set foot on the bridge of the Enterprise NX-01 in the Fleet Museum. In an unobserved moment he had summoned up all his courage and sat down in the captain's chair. He still felt the touch of the fabric under his fingertips. The short thought that in this chair everything was possible for him burrowed itself deep into his mind.    

But in retrospect, this was none of his best ideas. Three times he had heard that this had been a big stupidity. First by the curator of the museum, who banned him after that for two years, second by his teacher, who considered a huge mountain of punishment work for appropriate before she sent him home for the rest of the week.

And finally from his mother. She, too, was not necessarily thrilled, but she wasn´t really surprised by his action. Actually, she was rather surprised that he had been so awkward to get caught. After giving him a small sermon in amusement, she had sent him to his room with his detention work and had been chasing him a little more in the household for the next few days. That had been three months ago and since that he was hooked. When he was not useful in the household, learning or messing around with his friends, he had his nose in his PADD and his eyes in the stars. His thoughts on the worlds out there. He didn`t care that the ground beneath him was getting cold and the wind freshened as the evening progressed. He knew it might be wiser to look at his notes instead of the stars, but that was somehow physics too, astrophysics if he wasn´t mistaken.

But what could have been so important at the age of eleven that he would have took care of it immediately? He fished for the PADD and looked with his bright blue eyes at the logo of the Starfleet Academy. "Maybe one day." From far away the howling of a coyote reached his ears. The sound startled the horses in the paddock a little. He could feel the vibrations in the ground as some of them began to trot around, accompanied by a few soft whinny and the clatter of a door. "Christopher, please get your head out of the stars and come back to earth. I need you to look after the horses! There will be dinner in ten minutes! Hit it! " "Yes Mum!" Chris jumped up from the floor, grabbed his PADD and ran towards the house. He saw his mother standing on the porch, even in the pale light he could see her smiling at him. "Have you been on Andoria again?" "No, Vulcan." He handed her the PADD, then smiled brightly at her, showing the dimples in his face. A flash in the night sky caused both to look up. A ship moved across the farm, it was gigantic, the biggest thing he had ever seen. The prototype of the new Constitution class, he was sure about that. "Christopher Pike, do I have to say it again?" The same smile on her face like on his, she nudged him before pointing to the paddock. "Ten minutes." "Sorry mum." He jumped down the steps and ran under her eyes to the animals. Before he reached the paddock, he turned around, went backwards. The ship spun, sped up, and slowly disappeared into the night sky over the Mojave Desert. He took a deep breath, as if helping to include that moment in his thoughts. "Yeah, someday."

[carrietrekkie]

Exelor

Chapter IV - Conclusion

Here is the fourth and final part! Enough drama and action, this one comes with fluff and comfort and a little funny ending!

I hope you like it and in the next story, it goes to the academy!

@bold-brave-courageous​ @allthetrek​ @reeselivesforeverinmyheart​

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I was a bit nervous when I finally got there. So I allowed myself to take a deep breath before I knocked. The few seconds I waited for the door to finally open made me think for a moment that I probably didn´t look dazzling, but I couldn´t get any further. I heard his come in, then I stepped through the door and found no one.

"Chris?"

I gave my brief orientation, then became a bit hectic.

"Chris!" I hurried off and almost wanted to panic when I found him sitting at his desk. "Yes, excuse me." He looked at me. "I was in thought." Slowly he got up. "What are you doing here?" "Are you serious?"

I stared at him. His face was scratched, his lip torn open, the cut on his forehead pulled to his ear, even on his nose dried blood stuck. In several places his uniform was torn, bloodied, and as he came up to me, he limped slightly.

"You belong to the sick bay." "I was sure you had enough to do." "Don´t let Boyd hear that." "I'm sure he knows." He tried to smile at me, but he didn´t get far, thanks to his damaged lip, then he swayed a bit. "Okay, that's enough."

I walked up to him, grabbed his arm, pulled him the few steps to his bed and asked him to sit down. Quickly I turned off the suitcase, opened it and pulled out the tricorder. I scanned the body with the scanner and sent the data to the sick bay, but I could tell he was not seriously injured.

"And Doc, what does it look like?" "That's not funny." I put the tricorder back in the suitcase, went slightly to my knees and pulled on the zipper of his uniform. "Get out of this thing." Carefully I pulled it from his shoulders, which went not without pain sounds. Then I reached for the hem of his undershirt and he didn´t come out without pain. As soon as the fabric was down, I could see why. There was a decent bruise on his right shoulder that stretched over the entire shoulder blade.

"You're lucky that your bones are still all intact." I threw his clothes on the floor, then I took a hypospray and administered a dose of painkillers, heparin, and anti-inflammatories. Immediately I could see how he relaxed a bit.

"Thanks." He looked at me. "I have not done anything yet." I smiled slightly, then fished the skin regenerator out of the suitcase and turned to face him. I knelt on the mattress next to him and started with the big wound on his forehead.

"How did that happen?" The machine did its work and closed the bloody scratch. "Explosive against shuttle transporter." He closed his eyes. "Do you want to guess who pulled the short straw?" "Chris, that was hours ago."

I reached for a swab and ran over the skin, which was now closed, but still red. Then I moved on with his cheek. This type of regulator also fights bruises and blue spots, making them break down faster, but still he would look a bit more colorful than usual for a day or two.

"I came back only half an hour ago." "Please do not talk." I turned to his lip. "That could have been ended worse. You could have broken your skull, probably there was not much missing and you would have smashed your shoulder, broken your leg. "I sighed, then looked into his eyes. He was tired and done. His face reflected what was going on in his head. "You could have died." "That's the risk when you leave this ship for the field." "Chris, that's not funny." I dropped my hands, then looked at him. "You know it." "I just read it." Now he put his head back.

"Dr. Boyd tried everything, but Donovan was already in a terrible state when he arrived here. "I put down the regulator and reached for the hand, the wrist of which he clutched. "Let me see, please." I ran the tricorder over his hand again, he had sprained it badly, one of the metacarpal bones was cracked, but not postponed. "That could hurt a little." I took the osteosynthesiser and ran it over his hand. He winced.

 "I held his hand until the transporter carried him away." Chris watched me guiding the blue beam over his hand. "I've seen enough injured crew members to know when it's bad for someone." Then he looked me in the eye.

"You really couldn´t have done anything." I put my hand on his cheek, he lifted his free and closed his fingers around it. "And even though it's terribly selfish, I'm so glad nothing has happened to you." I leaned over and kissed his forehead, he closed his eyes as I leaned my head against his. Then I pulled myself together again and looked at him.

"Are you in pain?" Slowly I let myself sink back onto my legs. He shook his head. I looked for my communicator.

"Crap."

When I looked at Chris, he smiled a little, then grabbed at his belt and pulled down his communicator. "You really have to learn to think about it." "I'm just starting to learn." I snapped it open. "Zimmer to Dr. Boyd."

"Cathrin did you find him?" "Yeah, I did, he's fine so far." I felt him watching me. "I sent you the diagnostic data." "I have them here." "I've taken care of the wounds and the small fracture, heparin for the bruises and painkillers." "Good." Boyd cleared his throat. "Chris, I want to see you tomorrow and no re-speech." He only nodded slightly, so I answered instead. "He nodded." "Rest, both of you, Boyd End." I closed the communicator again and put it away.

"You heard it."

I smiled slightly, then briefly stroked the hematoma on his shoulder. That made him flinch. "I would put on a bandage that combats the swelling and the pain." I let my hand lie briefly on his skin when I felt him relax under my fingers. "Do you want to take a shower first?" "No." He turned a little to me. "No, I just want to sleep." "Okay." I pulled the bandages out of my suitcase, tore open the packaging and began to supply his shoulder. "Hold on tight." I pulled a few laps around his chest and then up over his shoulder. I praised myself briefly for my professionalism, then I fixed the end and turned to his hand. "I'm afraid that will hurt tomorrow anyway."

"Could be worse." He smiled weakly at me. "For example?" I returned it while I bandaged his hand. "Phil could be sitting here now."

This made me laugh a little despite the gruesome day, then I got up and packed my things together. "Should I help you chance?" Now he had to laugh briefly. "I'm not going to tell you what's been going through my head right now." "Why not?" I found his pajamas in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, picking it up and bringing it to him. "Because it's indecent." He raised his eyebrows. I smiled at him, then took the T-shirt. "I also thought that if I took you out off this uniform, it wouldn´t be because I had to see if everything was still intact." "Good to know."

Then he surprised me by pulling me to him and onto his lap. I closed my arms around his shoulders and looked at him. God, how I would have kissed him and let this kiss carry us on, but he was hurt and we were not at all fit for what we had in mind. I started to tip my nose around his, feeling him open his lips a bit and that made my purpose even more unstable. His hands went under my jacket and I let him pull it from my shoulders.

When he closed me in his arms again, I put my hands to his face. I couldn´t get enough of the look he was giving me. He glared at me passionately and I was sure that the same desire could be read in my eyes. I ran my thumb over his cheek, rested my forehead against his, and pressed against him, kissing him. He returned it just as violently, before his hands slid down my back to hug me tightly. Chris picked me up and I pulled away from him.

 "No, not wait!" My whispered warning came too late. I felt him clench and not succeed in suppressing a pain. It didn´t help that I slipped sideways on him as he let go of me. "Oh damn." He dropped back onto his good shoulder and grabbed at the injured one. "I forgot about that." "Me too." I jumped up and took the hypospray with the painkillers out of my pocket. I injected it directly into the muscle and stroked his back until I felt him relax.

"Sorry." I gave him a kiss on his shoulder. "You should really try to sleep and that." I leaned over him and smiled at him. "We skip." "Agreed." He blinked slowly, then tried to sit up again, so I stood up, grabbed his good arm and pulled him up. I grabbed the shirt.

"Arms up. Well, at least one. "He giggled slightly, then raised his arm, threading his sleeve, pulling it over his head and down his injured side. My fingers brushed his skin a little, the slight sigh that slid away from him made goose bumps over my body, but I pulled myself together. "Trousers?" "I'll just let that on." "Chris, it's full of blood and filth." I handed him my hand. "Come on, I'm not looking." I smiled when he immediately knew what I was referring to. "That just seems like a hundred years ago." He let me pull myself to my feet, the medication unfolded their full effect, he became a little sleepy.

"Only fifty." Slowly, I released my grip on him. "Can you do it alone?" "I do my best."  I smiled, then turned to get him a glass of water. I heard the belt buckle rattle, fabric rustling before something flew across the room and slammed against the wall behind the chair. "That gives only five points." "Ah, I can live with that. Okay, you can go back. "He smiled. "How old are we?" "You are as old as you feel. Something about three hundred years at the moment." "Plus minus a few weeks." He couldn´t suppress the yawning. "Let's go to bed." I went to him, took him by the hand and pulled him to his bed. Chris sank down on the mattress, then slowly lay down. "Shall I wake you up tomorrow?" "The computer can do that." He still held my hand. "Stay here." "What?" I smiled uncertainly. "Sleep here." He replied. "I think none of us should be alone." "You know." I sighed a little. "That's a good idea."

 Also, I was too tired to protest and the way to my quarters seemed endless. I took off my boots, then sat on the bed. I felt Chris slip sideways, then reach for my hand and pull me towards him. I threw the blanket over both of us, then turned so I could look at him, and slid so close to him that I could lay my forehead against his. It felt so good to have him back again, save here in my arms.

He put his arm around me and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost immediately, and when I watched him for a few minutes, my eyes closed and I let myself into a deep sleep.

 ******

 Calling the events of the next few days on Exelor chaotic would have been a catastrophic understatement. After the USS Intrepid came in as support, we were able to bring the situation under control relatively quickly and give people the help they needed.

Despite everything, we were not fast enough, there were more than a hundred deaths to mourn and these were not just due to the epidemics. The radical group, which wanted to force the government to redeem the dubious deals with the Orionsyndiakt, had taken all the blame. Both, the outbreak of the flu, as well as the attack with the bio-weapon took on their account, what had been necessary, the Orion had procured.

In order to protect the population, the Federation Council had agreed to the rapid, provisional admission of the colony, but put it under harsh and imposed strict conditions. It took days to take care of all the injured and sick and I was at the end of my strength when the last colonist finally left us.

"How did you like your first lesson in galactic politics?" Boyd watched as I filled one of the treatment rooms with everything needed to run it smoothly. "Great." I squinted at him. "When will it continue?" I leaned against one of the cabinets. "It was awful." I slowly closed my eyes. "I thought humanity would now be beyond such games?" Boyd didn´t say anything, I was pretty sure I had had that conversation with him or Number One in those days before.

"I've never been so scared." "About your life?" The experienced doctor raised his eyebrows. "Cathrin, if you have this." "No, not for my life. I'm well aware that I'm exposing myself to dangers that I may not be able to survive, but I was not aware."

"That you could lose loved ones too?" He suddenly stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder and a look on his face that reminded me so much of my father that it almost hurts.

"The news that there were fighting down there hit me completely unprepared."

"You lost your heart to the Captain of the Federation flagship." He put his arm around me and hugged me. "And, as I'm sorry to say, he's unbeatable in getting himself into trouble." That made me laugh for a moment.

"And from all that I've seen in the last few days, my love, you are well on your way to join him." Again, I couldn´t help it. "The first foreign mission and you cannot think of anything better than completing it with a command refusal." "I'm sorry doctor." I looked at him, I had not thought of that yet. "Am I getting in trouble now?" "Yes, you do." We turned and found Chris leaning against the doorframe. Judging by the grin on his face, he stood there for a while. "Would you please excuse us, Phil?" "Of course." Boyd smiled at me before winking slightly, then left. "Be nice, Chris." He laughed slightly, then looked at me sternly.

"Captain." I took stance. "I apologize for my wrongdoing, but in this situation and given the circumstances, it seemed appropriate to me to join Doctor Maya's decision. And she acted in the interests of her patients. " "That's what her report says. By the way, she implores me to exclude you and Ensign Freeman from all allegations. "

I figured I shouldn´t say anything about it, so I just saw him kicking off the doorframe and walking toward me. "But, just to make that clear, Cadet." He did his best not to smile. "Insubordination is no small matter and next time I cannot and will not be so forgiving."

"Yes Sir, understand." I looked at him. "I hope you were just as nice to Freeman?" "Of course, but he was a bit more worried than you." Chris gave an eyebrow. "At least, try to pretend to be a bit panicky."

"Okay." I stretched a little more. "Is that then everything Sir?" "That's all Cadet." He nodded to me. Now he was already grinning all over his face. "Dismissed."

"Aye Sir." I relaxed a bit and then left the treatment room. At the door I turned around briefly. "You enjoyed that a little bit too much." "Ohh, you have no idea." "Don´t get used to it." I winked at him and then just let him stand. It may be that he gave the orders here, but in this case I had the last word.

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Chapter III - Escalation

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Chapter II

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"Over here!"

I just waved another squad of paramedics through the entrance to the sick bay. On their couch lay a heavily bleeding man. He wasn´t conscious, but if he continued to lose blood so rapidly, he would soon be gone.

"Okay, this one has to go to surgery right now." I marked him with a red bar, splashed something against the blood loss, and handed him over to the nurse who was just about to rush to me. "Another one?" Sharon looked at me. "How many are still coming in?" "That should be the last seriously injured." I started to scan him with the medical tricorder in my hand. The data immediately went to the operating room. "I don´t know how it looks on the surface." Exelor had turned from a swelling powder keg into an inferno pretty soon after our arrival, the extent of which was difficult to grasp. Extremists used the epidemic for their own purposes, the more radical of them didn´t even shy away from bombings and attacks. The current wave of casualties was just the sad climax of a series of explosions that had shaken the capital city in the last few hours.

I took a breath, then a scream caught my attention and Sharon´s outside. We ran away immediately and in the worst, what we had imagined. Spock and a Lieutenant, Carter must be his name, dragged another crewmember, Ensign Donovan, if I remembered correctly in our direction. We grabbed one of the anti-gravity litters and ran to meet them.

"He was hit directly by a grenade." As cautiously as possible, the men lifted their injured comrades to the bed. "Come on, get him to Boyd right now." I looked at Lieutenant Carter, who sprinted right away. "He's in the intensive care unit." "What happened?" Sharon was already scanning him while I moved the bed with Spock's help. The Vulcan also bled from a sharp cut on his left eyebrow.

"We were on our way back from negotiating a truce when a bomb exploded next to our transport shuttle. Two members of the security guard were killed instantly, Donovan was still trying to bring another one to safety, the grenade exploded right next to them. "

I stared from Spock to Donovan. His arm had been torn off, his face was burned, and the remains of his uniform had fused with his ribcage. That didn´t look good, no matter which miracle drugs Dr. Boyd had in his box. We entered the sick bay when Boyd rushed towards us.

"Great God!" He immediately joined us and Spock told him what he had already told us. "Go on, in the OP with him." "What can I tell the captain?" Spock stopped at the threshold of the surgery area. "That he should move his ass here, if he even was only near this explosion. Zimmer, mend Spock, then I need you here! "

"Yes Doctor." I let go of the couch, then grabbed the Vulcan's arm and pulled him away from the door to one of the treatment rooms.

"We better listen to him, his mood has dropped rapidly in the last few hours. Over here." I led him to a couch and to my surprise he sat down on the thin upholstery without a big lecture. Even he looked finished. The injury to his head luckily looked worse than it was. The scan with the tricorder also told me he had not suffered any serious injuries.

"Okay, looks good." I put the tricorder aside and grabbed the wound kit. "I suspect that will hurt like hell tomorrow." "Pain is only a product of our mind." "What would your mind say if I pressed a cotton swab into your wound?" I smiled lightly at him, then carefully started to treat his wound. "Spock, what the hell happened down there? When we left the planet yesterday, everything was under control. In a few hours, the Tyson arrives here, then the supply problem would be solved. "

"To be honest, I don´t know." He glanced at me. "The captain's conversation with the leader of the extremists quickly got out of hand, and we had to flee from there. A few hundred meters later, the shuttle fell into a blast trap, the second grenade caught us on the street. The situation escalates, Governor Sforza has ordered a military intervention for the next hour. "

I stared at him. "Where is Chris?" "Captain Pike and Commander Dumar are still on the planet." I almost let fell the regulator out of my hand, instead I just closed my eyes. "If we fail to stop the Governor."

 "This blow could kill hundreds of civilians." And Chris. "You say my head is alright?" "Well." Spock slid off the couch. "Hey, what's that supposed to be?" I stood in his way, ridiculous, I knew he could knock me out with a clue. "I need to help the captain. These people are counting on us. " "The Tyson will be here in three hours." I swallowed slightly. "Bring him back." "I'll do my best."

Then he let me down and although I still had a standing order, I allowed myself to take a deep breath. I leaned in, closing my eyes and trying to suppress anyone just trying to blow up my friends, maybe even kill them. The words of Number One came to my mind. "We've come this far, but as soon as we face seemingly unsolvable problems, we fall back into old patterns and forget everything that is right and decent." I hoped she was wrong. I tore my bloody gloves off my hands, followed by a smeared surgical shirt, then hurried to the operating room where Dr. Boyd was waiting for me. My day would not be over yet. ***** "I stop." Dr. Boyd's words boomed in my ears as if he had just announced the Last Judgment. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then looked into the faces of the people standing by me. Everyone was in shock, grief and sadness filled the atmosphere. A silent tear rolled down Sharon´s cheek, I slowly withdrew my hands and put my instruments aside.

"Time of death." Boyd just tore off his gloves. "22.40Uhr. Stardate." He sighed loudly. "I'll add later."

Then he left the operation room, I looked behind him for a moment, then again into the face of Lieutenant Donovan, now my tears came too, I tried somehow to fight them down. At least he had not had any pain at last.

One of the surgery nurses, an Andorian, her name must be Chora, started to cleanse his face. I knew that I was no longer needed, so I took off my gloves and coat and left the operation room. I was barely through the door, as I found Boyd. Lost he sat on a couch.

"Phillip." I went to him. "Can I do something for you?" He looked at me, a sad smile on his lips. "No, but thanks for the offer." "Not even a martini?" I started walking, sat next to him and had to grin a little over his gaze. "The Captain told me." "Maybe when all this mess here is finally over."

I hesitated for a moment, then laid my hand on his, which he had dropped on his knees. He closed his fingers around mine, then we just sat there. He stared at the wall in front of him, I watched my tears painting dark stains on my pants. We sat there for maybe five minutes, then a renewed onslaught of injured people demanded our attention. Again critical patients who couldn´t longer be cared for in the city hospital. So Dr. Boyd put on a fresh coat, I slipped into a clean surgical shirt and started taking in patients again, instructing, treating and hoping that they would survive the stay here.

 ******

 Tragically, in these hectic hours, I learned more as some others in their entire time on the academy. When I slipped back into my blue uniform jacket sometime in the early morning hours, I felt drained, exhausted and was not even sure which day was actually.

"Hey." One of the paramedics who replaced me came to me. "Do you know if the patients in treatment room C are already discharged?" "Um." I stroked my forehead. "Which were these?" "Out of the ambulance in the city." She handed me a PADD. "The notes are not very clear." "You can be happy if there's anything clear today." I tried to concentrate on the entries. "I'm bringing order to chaos." She smiled at me. "Yepp, but they're discharged. Back with them. "

"You see, it's getting neater." She just wanted to turn around, but there seemed to be something else. "Dr. Boyd wanted to see you. " "He's still here?" I tried to open my eyes. "Like you." "Well true." After the third, unsuccessful attempt to close my jacket, I let it remain and went on to seek Dr. Boyd and if necessary send him to bed. He sat behind his desk and looked up wearily as I entered. "You wanted to talk to me?" He nodded, offered me a chair and I was happy to fall into it. I couldn´t prevent the sighing slipping from me. "Who are you saying that?" Boyd turned to me. "That was good today." "I just did my job." Still good to hear it. "Do you know something new?"

On the sidelines, we had heard that the Tyson had arrived and had started immediately after landing on the planet with the supply of the population.

"Apparently, the military strike was called off, many who had sided with the extremists found back to clear mind, we know more tomorrow or today." He shook his head. "How can something like this happen?" "I have experienced such situations many times, maybe too often, and I have asked myself the same question over and over again." He fastest with his tounge. "At some point I will surely get an answer. Did you see the captain? " "No." I had a thought he seemed to share. "One day I'll kill him." Boyd jumped out of his chair with surprising vigor, and I tried to do the same. "Maybe I'll catch him before he can do it himself."

"Sir, could you possibly try not to do that?" I smiled at him as he pulled a suitcase off the shelf. "Please?"

Now a smile on his face, he turned to me. "Computer, where is Captain Pike." The computer took a few seconds and I was afraid that it wouldn´t have a particularly good answer.

"Captain Christopher Pike is in his quarters."

"Miserable bastard." Boyd slammed the suitcase, well case on a couch, then he handed me a tricorder. "I don´t have any left nerves for that today, so you'll look after him." "Me?" He couldn´t possibly be serious. "Sir, I'm not a doctor." "You're qualified enough to find out if he's just a little dented or really injured, if that's the case, you'll drag him here and if you have to stun him for it!"

"Yeah, okay, if you say that." I grabbed the tricorder, put it in my suitcase and threw my shoulder strap over it. "Maybe you should rest a bit, Sir."

Then I hurried to leave the infirmary and made my way to Pike's quarters.

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Exelor

Chapter II - Something is terribly wrong here.

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The capital of Exelor was truly not a beautiful place. Ensign Freeman explained to me, it was exactly the standard construction of the Federation, although the planet was quite a pleasant place. I used the time until our arrival to make myself acquainted with the history of our mission aim. By that time, the colony had been formed because Exelor, a M class planet, had vast mineral deposits, a colorful cocktail of everything the Federation and especially Starfleet needed to function. This, however, was also the problem, the restrictions and rules that governed the trade and so they had won their independence to do and leave what they thought was right and of course most profitable. We arrived at a dead end, one-family houses stood around the insert, one as bleak as the other. "We should split up." Mayas nodded to me and I followed the doctor to one of the houses. One of our security guards followed us.

"Zimmer, may I ask you something?" "Of course, Mam." I swallowed slightly. "What do you think of this?" She drew a circle around her. "What do you mean?" "Isn´t it funny?" Mayas knocked softly on the door, gently pressed against it and it opened. "This is not the first medical crisis I'm experiencing, but here." She shook her head. "It's too quiet." "Well, people are sick or scared." Carefully, I followed her, my hand on my phaser, wondering for a moment about myself doing this. "I have no experience with the Andorian flu, but if it is only half as enjoyable as the Terran, I can understand that good." "Oh it is." She swiftly with her tongue. "Maybe I just need a shore leave." I gave her a smile, then she made me understand that I should go upstairs, she began to look around the lower floor. Slowly I went up the stairs and stopped. Again, it was terribly dismal, even my quarters on the Enterprise was personally furnished. A noise forced my attention to the left. "Hello?" I started moving and followed what I thought was crying. "Does anyone need help here?"

 My heart was beating to my throat, a strange feeling in my stomach and my hand closed so tightly around the handle of my phaser that it hurt. Carefully I circled around the corner and had to pull myself together, that I didn´t exhale too relieved. On a bed a young woman, maybe my age, crouched a baby in her arms. She cried and rocked her upper body slightly back and forth. "Oh God." I turned quickly. "Dr. Mayas!"

 In a few steps I was at the two, let my backpack from the shoulders and went to my knees next to the woman. "Can you hear me?" I put my gloved hand on her forehead. Even through the fabric I could feel that she was glowing. Her eyes were glassy, ​​her breathing was heavy.

"Do you tell me your name?" "Juliana Narrows." She was hotter. "Who?" "I'm Cathrin Zimmer from the USS Enterprise." I smiled at her, then turned to the baby. Also it was hot but fortunately still alive. "We are here to help you." "Go away." Powerless, she lifted her arm and tried to push me away. "The others have already said that and now!" She began to sob. "My baby dies because of the medicine they gave her!" "I really don´t want to hurt you!" I put my hands on her shoulders. "What did they give you?" "Those, the paramedics who were here yesterday. They gave her pills and then. "She swallowed hard again. "Then she got a fever, didn´t want to eat and nobody comes to help us!"

What the hell was going on here? I looked over my shoulder as I heard someone approach. Mayas came to us and her trained eyes surveyed the situation immediately. "Both?" She put down her bag and pulled the tricorder off her belt "At least I thought the kids had been vaccinated?" Narrows jerked back as Mayas began examining her. "Cathrin can you take the baby?" "Of course." I moved to the other side of the bed and stretched out my arms. "Juliana, give me the little one." "No, you take her away from me!" Desperately, she looked at me. "Please don´t take her away!" "I will not take her away from you." Carefully, I put my arms around the baby. "I'm just holding her until Dr. Mayas examined you.” I nodded encouragingly to her and after a few seconds of hesitation she gave me the baby. "Okay." I smiled at her and then looked at the baby. Something was wrong with this picture. "Okay, you have the flu." Mayas loaded a hypospray and pressed it to her patient's neck. "Then let's have a look at her baby." She lifted the tricoder, but I could see from her gaze that the same thoughts passed through her mind as mine. No doubt this baby was sick and we were just as certain that it didn´t have the same illness as his mother. Shortly thereafter, the scan confirmed our guess. "The baby doesn´t have the same." "How could that be?" I watched as the doctor checked the scans manually again. "Two epidemics at once? Moreover, two such similar? " "So you noticed." She didn´t look at me, instead she examined the kid's throat. "Explain."

"The infections are similar, but while she's clearly suffering from a respiratory infection, the baby seems to be suffering from something that attacks the immune system." "Go on." Now she looked at me briefly.

"And it's quick." I looked around for a moment, then at my supervisor. "She told me there was someone here yesterday giving medicine to the child so it wouldn´t get sick." "Oral vaccines are not uncommon." "I know, but if we assume it was not like that, it's something." "Infectious." She twitched her eyebrows. "That's a terrifying incubation period and an extremely fierce course." "What are we doing?" I looked at the heavily breathing baby in my arms. "We bring both to the Enterprise." "Doctor!" Chris's words came to my mind. "That doesn´t correspond to the orders we have." "I know." But before she could talk any further, our communicators beeped and since I had my hands full she answered. "Dr. Mayas here! " "Here Dr. Boyd, we'll go back to the Enterprise, inform your people and then get out of here." "Sir, we barely started and Zimmer and I came across inconsistencies here." "Yeah, so am I." Even through the bad connection, you could hear how Boyd hit this condition on the stomach. "We have slipped into something that we cannot judge. The order comes directly from the Captain."

"Understood." Mayas pressed a few buttons on her communicator. "Mayas to External Team 2 prepare for beaming, at your discretion." She looked at me and though I barely knew her, I knew what was going through her mind. "That means trouble Mam." I looked at the mother, then at the child in my arms, then at her again. "Fuck it."

"Dr. Mayas to Enterprise. "She grabbed her backpack and then helped the woman onto her shaky legs. "Signal to my position, four to beam."

******

"What am I going to do with both of you now?" Mayas and I exchanged a look, then we gazed at Dr. Boyd. Instead of looking at us, his eyes were fixed on the baby in his arms. "What are we going to do with the two, mmh?" He smiled at the child, then gave us his attention. "So, who had the idea?" He nodded toward the baby's mother, who slept in a biobed next to us.

"It was mine, Sir." Mayas straightened up a bit. "It is entirely my responsibility." "Zimmer?" Boyd glanced at me. "Sir, I supported this suggestion." Denial was useless anyway. Boyd arrived at the Enterprise two seconds after us and the gaze as he had seen us two with the two inhabitants of the colony had spoken volumes. I still wondered that he had not exploded right on the spot.

"Yes." He grinned at the baby again, the little girl just reached out her hand to him. "Yes, I would have bet on that." "Phil, what should we have done?" The doctor grabbed a PADD and stepped next to him. "Both were in a catastrophic state." "I know." Boyd beckoned me to him, then he hugged the baby in my arms and I started rocking it a bit. "All the patients I've seen in that short period have had either the mother's or baby's symptoms." He sighed, suddenly looking twenty years older. "No doubt she has the Andorian flu, but the kid." Boyd stroked the baby over its head. "The little girl has something completely different." "You know what it is?" I stared at him. "I have a guess, yes, and if that turns out to be true." Behind us, something beeped and Boyd went to the station. He paused for a few seconds, then turned.

"Phil?" Mayas also came up to him, read the results and turning also pale. "For the love of mother and child." "What's happening?" Dr. Boyd waved me over, called something up, and then looked at me.

"In the Federation, all kinds of biological weapons are banned, outlawed, and just a matter of researching is a serious crime." Suddenly, I felt suck, and it got worse when he called up the girl's blood count. "I suspected it from the first moment, but I was not given the opportunity to investigate." Boyd looked at me. "The little one is the proof. In addition to the flu, large parts of the population were poisoned with a bacterium. " I looked at the baby. "Must she die?" "No, we can handle that well, she's already fitter than when she arrived. It is a particularly perfidious epidemic. Intended to weaken, demoralize the population." "Do we have to worry about being infected?" Mayas was still absorbed in the notes. "It will not be transmitted through the air, that would also weaken the attacking troops." "But why do they do that?" The baby fell asleep slowly.

"Exelor is independent, we have no idea what they are doing or with whom they have gotten themselves." Boyd hurried to a com unit. "This could be anything from an attack to an accident or a trap." He pushed the button.

"Here Dr. Boyd connect me immediately with Captain Pike."

****

Pike closed his communicator, then took a deep breath, opened his mouth, then closed it again because he was literally missing the words. "Sir, surely that's a mistake?" Lt. Commander Dumar stared at him. "Dr. Boyd makes no mistakes. "Spock looked around. "Not in such things, anyway." "Bioweapons?" Dumar's eyes widened. "I have not heard of any case in which they were used. Not since the last World War. "

"We should not jump to conclusions." Pike looked at his officers. "This warfare agent was developed from a naturally occurring bacterium. Before imposing war crimes on the people here, we need to be sure that it's not just a chain of unfortunate coincidences. "

He hoped that they would buy it for him, because inside it seethed in him. If that proves true, then it wouldn´t matter if Exelor was a member of the Federation or not, those responsible would experience the full severity of the judiciary and it could also mean the end of the colony. Before Spock could object, or Dumar continued to speak quickly, he set off and headed for the governor's office. He ignored the panicked secretary, as well as the security guard, who for a moment thought he might face the Starfleet officers.

A look from Pike was enough and he changed his mind. Chris knocked, but didn´t wait for him to be called in, instead he pushed the door open and saw Sforza shoot up from his chair. "Captain Pike, what do you allow yourself?" "What I allow me, Governor?" Chris pulled himself up in front of him, a menacing glint in his eyes. If there was something he really didn´t like at all, it was when you approached him. "Think carefully what you want to audition for next, because you have no idea what kind of trouble you´re charging up here." Sforza's lips tightened, then he nodded to his completely disbanded assistant that she should leave him alone with the officers. As soon as she closed the door, he collapsed in his chair.

 "I already asked myself how long it would take you to notice." "Excuse me?" Dumar stepped out from behind the captain. "You knew about it?" "Commander." Chris glared at him, enough to put him in his place. "Sir." "Governor, you owe me an explanation and not just me, but Starfleet, the Federation." He propped himself up at the desk with one hand, the other pointed out toward the main street. "You´ve lured us here under false pretenses, you've taken advantage of a humanitarian crisis to pull Starfleet into something which is non of our business, and now you have to live with the consequences, Sforza!" Pike took a moment to breathe. "You have five minutes, then I will inform the High Command."

"You're clearly overstepping your competencies here Captain Pike!" Somewhere, Sforza found some rest of his authority, straightened up and tried to look Chris as angry as he did. "What would the Federation have done if we had officially asked them for help in a matter that we had ourselves incinerated?"

"They would have sent appropriate help." Spock fixed the politician. "Followed by an invasion fleet." "So you're thinking about us governor?" Dumar couldn´t stay quiet any longer.

"We're sitting here on one of the largest dilicium deposits in the entire quadrant, we've long since withdrawn from the influence of the Federation and Starfleet, and now we've got involved with the wrong people." Sforza sighed. "Yes, that's what some think about the Federation and there are a few who want to violently enforce their opinions and views. Most of the population, however, hopes that you are our salvation from a mess that we have not seen for some time. "

"With all due respect, Governor, we are not here to get you out of domestic chaos, that you have got themselves into trouble. We are here because you are fighting two diseases here, one of which represents a biological warfare agent that has been banned since the early days of the Federation. "Chris didn´t fail to notice that Sforza became even paler at these words than he already was.

"What do you mean?" "An infection with Siofra bacteria." Spock discarded a PADD on the desk. "These are the first analyzes of our chief physician. In fact, you have a threatening outbreak of Andorian influenza, but also an epidemic with those same bacteria that are not naturally occurring in this way. "

"Thanks, Mr. Spock." Pike nodded to him. "Well, I hear." "In everything that is sacred to me and to you, Captain Pike." Sforza looked at him and an unmistakable tingle in Chris neck told him that the next one was not good news. "I swear to you, I knew nothing about that." "Who is responsible for that?" He didn´t get the answer anymore. The next thing he heard was a gigantic explosion, then the city's big alarm, before the next few hours sank into blood, violence and chaos.