Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 11:27:34 GMT -8
Hunter spent the morning as he had for the past two months. Known to be a creature of habit, he followed the same routine most of the time, barring an away mission or important research assignment. Get up, shower, eat a nutrition bar and a glass of orange juice, send another instructional message to Emmarie, check other messages, dress, head to the lab and make sure all experiments were still functioning properly, do research, lunch if he remembered, more research, dinner, another message to Emmarie if their paths hadn't crossed, private research in his quarters, sleep.
This morning, he was in the lab with a PDD in front of him displaying a semi-opaque water creature that now resided in a tank on SGE. Five days ago, the eggs had hatched. Well, most of them. Some of them had been damaged by Kathryn's cleavage and/or the retrieval process and they had been removed from the tank. It had taken several days for him to figure out where the creature had come from, but he eventually discovered that it had been a hitchhiker on one of the rescued aliens from the planet-that-couldn't-be-discussed.
Many of the lab techs had expressed alarm that something so large had been allowed through the screening process, but Hunter reminded them that if the settings of the decontamination process was too high, it wouldn't have allowed some of the aliens access to the ship at all. After all, these were creatures completely foreign to Federation archives. It was a risk they all took when venturing out into the unknown. In fact, one of the aliens was actually some sort of plant-based creature, which fascinated Hunter to no end. Unfortunately, she was rather reluctant to have him exam her any more than was absolutely necessary. He hoped that the scientists on SGE would have more luck now that all of the castaways had been deposited on the station for processing and debriefing regarding the strict no-discussion policy.
As he gazed at the streaming image of the tank, he could now make out tiny gills on the little fry as they swam around. He was glad that Ensign Zaynah was sending him daily updates of the progress, but he knew the live feed wouldn't continue once they moved away from the station. Sighing, he wished he had been allowed to keep the creatures, but they had been deposited on SGE in accordance to Alexander's rule.
He wondered, though, just how secret the Bacohl mission would remain, especially with so many rescued aliens, all with the knowledge of what had happened, running around on the station. He could only imagine how that debriefing had gone over with such a variety of species, all traumatized by the Bacohl. Why would they want to preserve the secret? He wasn't so sure he would be so quick to hide their location if he had been subjected to such torture. He shuddered at the thought of not having any technology for months, years. It was a fate worse than death, in his mind, and he struggled with whether or not he would turn in the Bacohl location to their enemies if it had been him. Of course, as far as he knew, they didn't even know who caused such fear in the Bacohl.
Shutting off the live feed, he brought up the new mission details. His mind swam with the repercussions that the destruction of a planetary moon would cause to a Class M planet.
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This morning, he was in the lab with a PDD in front of him displaying a semi-opaque water creature that now resided in a tank on SGE. Five days ago, the eggs had hatched. Well, most of them. Some of them had been damaged by Kathryn's cleavage and/or the retrieval process and they had been removed from the tank. It had taken several days for him to figure out where the creature had come from, but he eventually discovered that it had been a hitchhiker on one of the rescued aliens from the planet-that-couldn't-be-discussed.
Many of the lab techs had expressed alarm that something so large had been allowed through the screening process, but Hunter reminded them that if the settings of the decontamination process was too high, it wouldn't have allowed some of the aliens access to the ship at all. After all, these were creatures completely foreign to Federation archives. It was a risk they all took when venturing out into the unknown. In fact, one of the aliens was actually some sort of plant-based creature, which fascinated Hunter to no end. Unfortunately, she was rather reluctant to have him exam her any more than was absolutely necessary. He hoped that the scientists on SGE would have more luck now that all of the castaways had been deposited on the station for processing and debriefing regarding the strict no-discussion policy.
As he gazed at the streaming image of the tank, he could now make out tiny gills on the little fry as they swam around. He was glad that Ensign Zaynah was sending him daily updates of the progress, but he knew the live feed wouldn't continue once they moved away from the station. Sighing, he wished he had been allowed to keep the creatures, but they had been deposited on SGE in accordance to Alexander's rule.
He wondered, though, just how secret the Bacohl mission would remain, especially with so many rescued aliens, all with the knowledge of what had happened, running around on the station. He could only imagine how that debriefing had gone over with such a variety of species, all traumatized by the Bacohl. Why would they want to preserve the secret? He wasn't so sure he would be so quick to hide their location if he had been subjected to such torture. He shuddered at the thought of not having any technology for months, years. It was a fate worse than death, in his mind, and he struggled with whether or not he would turn in the Bacohl location to their enemies if it had been him. Of course, as far as he knew, they didn't even know who caused such fear in the Bacohl.
Shutting off the live feed, he brought up the new mission details. His mind swam with the repercussions that the destruction of a planetary moon would cause to a Class M planet.
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