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The scans indicated basically what was observable to the crew of the USS Trinity. Most days, that would be pleasant news for those who traveled through the tempremental depths of space. Yet a tangible feelings of caution brought up a tense, and wary feel. The crew checked corners before they entered a hall, and had recently began to scan their quarters before walking into it. At this point, this parinoid behavior was unreasonable and was affecting the lives of the crew. In a psychological definition, that was the very definition and nature of abnormal behavior, which was noted by Captain Ryan. To become a captain, one must have a basic level of reassurance. Assurance that their first officer wouldn't come into their quarters and slaughter them, assurance that there were not mines everywhere. Addmitedly, her assurance had been shaken after what had happened when she was a crew member of the Antartic III.
Don't think of that.
Ryan blinked away the bad memories that pestered her often. Usually, she could place them all deep into the files of her mind. Glancing at the crew, she could tell that they were about. if not more, uneasy than her.
What is a basic primal instinct, warning them away from Parson's Nebula?
Scanners indicated nothing.
Could it be an annomally?
Doubtfull, its probally just the crew. They aren't a trustworthy lot - you know. Half probally are members of the Orion Sydacite.

She decided to keep an eye on the crew, just incase anything was to come up.


Phaser fire rattled the control consol of the captain's chair. "Dmmit, Jack! I'm your captain!" Ryan cried from her crouched position that sheilded her from the oncoming phaser fire. Her own phaser was rested in her belt, and she planned to keep it that way.
Fire back. Think they'll show you mercy?
The doctor had mentioned some neural damage that had came from some absurd airborne virus. That was, before he joined forces with Jack and his rag tag group.
"Captain my arse! You couldn't even controll an escape pod, much less a shuttlepod!" He growled back, letting another volly of the luminescent beams of light brush against delicate computer work. "You can't hide behind there forever!" Jack yelled in a cheerful, and extremely demented tone.
"Jack, be reasonable!" Ryan's betazed doctor's assistant shrieked.
"Reasonable? I'll show you reasonable!"
That comment was ensued with more phaser fire from Jack's side. And the fact that they were getting closer, and there was less space for Ryan and her fellows to retreat to.

"Phasers set on stun!" Ryan ordered.
Fire.

A vulcan endson next to Ryan fired, and hit Ryan's pilot, but was soon shot after exposing himself to the enemy.
I hope theirs are set on stun.
Ryan missed the days when the voice inside her head wasn't so irritating. Sure, it did berate her at times, and didn't give her much positive reinforcement, but sometimes, that is what you need in life.
Having a dim voice that wanted her to kill her crew was not what she needed.
The doctor's assistant turned to Ryan. She was a pretty young officer with blonde curls that spiraled down her face. Large baby blue eyes stared at Ryan with determination. "It's only affecting the crew with limited telepathic capabilities. If I can get to the Medical Bay, then maybe I can review Taii's scans." She pursed her lips. She gave Ryan a moment to think."You can lead a party down there, and we'll cover so you can get to the elevators." Ryan nodded.
"We'll try to catch up with you. If not. . ."
"I know. We'll do all we can to get the crew back in order."

The doctor's assistant, a young betazed, fresh from graduating Starfleet Academy was hopelessly lost. Most her days were spent in the cramped quarters of the sick bay with a fussy doctor and other assistants. All she needed was a year or two of being an assistant to finally be able to get a furthur education in being a ship's psychologist, or a doctor. But for now, those chances were less as Opala wandered through the decks, trying to locate the safest route to the sick bay. On most days, Opala would gladly take an easy route that lead directly to the sickbay. Quick and effiecnt for injured crewmen. Unforunatily, in the corridor leading out of the medical bay, were the enemies.

Sliding out of a quarter in which Opala had loacated a consul to discover all of the ship's passways, and memorize them immediatly afterwards, Opala found her memory fading. She had always been so much better at relying on her mind being open, than closing it to a single thought.
Sensing a presence coming up on her from a good length away, Opala shoved herself into one of the crannies on the ship. They passed without a second thought, doubt and betrayal was too heavy on it's mind.
She soon made headway, accessing a room that had direct contact with the medical bay.


If Opala had thought getting there was difficult, retriving the P.A.D. was even more so. Apparently, the Medical Bay wasn't totally without use while the Captain was being shot at. Once and a while, wounded members, or worse Opala worried, would be shoved into the room. Sometimes, the doctor would treat them. Other times, he would give them some random injection such as a hypospray filled with Vitamin C.
It was all very odd, but Opala figured this was the way Bajorans dealt with parinoia.
The crew's actions became more and more visibly irrational, becoming overwhelmed with parinoia to the point it was making them delisional, and not only in the fearfull sense. Some sang jaunties to lovers who were vacant from their lives, others would walk in, speaking like a radio show host in a bold and imposing tone. The injured were the strangest, but Opala figured that the random injections didn't help as she made her way closer and closer to where she dropped her PADD.
It was a close call, she had almost been spotted, but Opala had retrieved the PADD. Quickly, and glad to be getting out of there, Opala went back the way she came. It was a much easire process on memory and adrenaline.
The captain had probally made her way down to the elevator, and into some random quarters that couldn't be detected due to the fact communications and inner sensory indications had been temporarily turned off.

"Is it just me, or is this getting a little harder as I go?" Opala asked under her breath, glaring down the next corridor.
----

One week later, the crew of the Trinity were back to full health.

"Apparently, on one of the specimen samples was a particle that slipped into the transporter. When running tests on the transporter, after realizing there was a glitch (or a forgein substance) this particle was released and let into the bloodstream of a human crewman (engineer) who was working to fix the transporter machine.

Once into his bloodstream, the particle was immediatly attacked by the human's bloodcells, and to protect it's self, the particle began to mutate to survive by mimicking the symptoms of strep throat, a common illness the crewman had as a child."

Opala paused, taking a chance to lift the glass of replicated water to her parched lips.

"And then it mutated furthur, into the crewman's nervous system. And eventually, as it seems, the virus became airborne. Those who had the mental ability to block the virus, did so, and acted as carriers to the virus. Those who did not have such a mental capacity. . . caught the virus easily.

This virus changes the way the brain functions. It stimulates certain areas and creates a high amount of tension and parinoia. Hence the crew going a little, off.

For now, we are returning to Deep Space 12 to see what minor repairs can be made, and what mission we may take up next. The captain claimed this as a test flight, and we will be going deeper into the beta quadrant as soon as things are in order."
Opala smiled. At Deep Space 12, there was a certain young crewman who had caught her eye. He promised to meet up with her when the Trinity returned.

The USS Destiny dropped out of warp just outside of the nebula. A sensor sweep revealed nothing out of the ordinary, but that was to be expected. Data inside of the nebula was inconclusive due to ionic interference. One thing was for certain though: with the high level of hydrogen and plasma in this nebula, a fight was out of the question. Any weapons fire ran the risk of turning this area into a giant fireball.

The ship dropped to half-impulse as it traveled into the nebula, with sensors being remodulated to make up for the interference within it. Shields were also raised, just in case.

"If there's anything out here, we'll find it shortly," Captain Kerrigan commented.

"Raise shields, start scanning. Take us through to the other side, full impulse."
The ship began to move as it searched for its elusive prey.
"Capatin, sensors indicate some sort of large mass exiting warp and entering the nebula."
"A ship?"
"Uncertain. There is too much interference."

(2/2 reconfigure sensors)

"Sensors are calibrated and operating at full capacity."
"Good. Full sensor sweep, and find out what that obj --"
A hail stopped him stop in the middle of issuing orders,


"...well that answers that question. Jericho, run program Theta 6, and open a channel..."
The view screen on the federation vessel lit up. On it could be seen the bridge of a firehawk class ship populated with Romulan officers busy at thier stations in the background; in the foreground sat a Romulan captain. He bean to speak.
"I am Commander Taris of the imperial Romulan vessel Haakona. What business have you in this nebula, Captain?"

Captain Anderson began to speak again. The ships internal sensors were focused on him duplicating his actions and copying the motions of his lips, the Romulan on the Destiny's viewer moved in time with him in a flawless illusion, "Our business is none of your concern Captain, however, if you must know we are performing an astronomical survey of this nebula."