B-4 tried to stay out of politics. He categorized it as one of the major entities that concerned the people of the universe. It was something each society had their own version of, but somehow each one presented the same exact flaws. Each flawed body of government spoke on behalf of the entire planet and attempted to arrange the lives of other people on different planets. It made very little sense to him.
Lumped into this category was one of ‘law enforcement’, which also seemed to him flawed, and he failed to see how Starfleet occasionally acted as such an organization. At least, he thought, medical was often left out of the loop seeing as their motivation was to help people and not to punish them.
Every so often, however, they crossed over. Such as today. When a major (potentially evil?) corporation was cracked wide open and the lives of innocent people were in danger. They had been briefed on very little. All they knew is that an away team - comprised of mostly medical officers and doctors - would be beamed over to an obsolete station that was barely clinging to life support.
They passed a team of engineers in the transporter room. “Geordie,” B-4 moved to get the man’s attention. “What’s it like over there?”
“We got some power back on. Life support systems are stable. It’s a ghost town, for sure.” He gave B-4 an apologetic look. “Let’s just hope it’s not a cemetery.” He patted the android on the arm and B went reluctantly to the transporter pad.
Geordie was right - it was certainly a ghost town. It looked like the place had been set up and abandoned for years. Nothing was ruined, per se, but everything was coated in a thick layer of dust from the air recycler doing a poor job. B-4 wondered just how long they had been up there.
“Split up,” Dr. Ogawa told them. “Each one of you take a room. Start looking through those cryo-chambers for survivers.” B-4 wondered if she seriously thought there would be any survivors or if she was just following protocol.
The room he took had five chambers. One was cracked. The corpse inside had wasted away to a vague, humanoid-looking figure that was little more than a skeleton. The next chamber was dark but still sealed. B forced the door open with little effort, and a body toppled out onto the floor. He knelt beside it. Long dead.
The third and fifth chambers were also dark, but the fourth had a dim light that illuminated the pod. B touched the cracked screen to try and alter the controls, but nothing showed. A faint beeping indicated the machine was still running, but there was no graceful way to turn it off. He considered for a moment, then assumed pulling the person out was the only viable solution. If they were alive, they’d have to come out eventually.
He forced this door open as well, albeit with more effort. The vacuum seal broke as air rushed into the main chamber. Unlike the other pod, the body in this one was inclined backward and stayed put. It was a young woman. B began scanning her with his tricorder. An apparently healthy young woman.
He was careful pulling her out. He cradled her like a baby and placed her gently on the floor at the base of the chamber. He loaded up a small dose of cordrazine into a hypo and pressed it to her neck as he supported her head. Wake up, he thought. You’re probably going to be so confused...
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