Chapter Seven

Tokkra sighed in exasperation. The young weapons specialist had been bent over a series of small, clip on, frequency rotators that were programmed to hack into any hand-held phaser it would be attached to. He scratched the back of his head and stared at the complex wiring.

"I can't figure out how to make this work on stun setting. On kill, yeah, it works great. But stun is a whole different beast to work with." He looked on the verge of screaming or crying, which one Setask couldn't exactly tell.

He plucked up a sniper rifle and tapped the kill button. He placed his creation on the edge of the muzzle and fired. A similar color show to the one that had happened in space happened in the weapons room, pummeling the test sheet of metal. Switching it over to stun, the test was less than successful. Only blue and red had been achieved, and only about half of the shades and intensities had been reached.

"I'll make some type of progress in the next two hours. Come back then, maybe." Tokkra sighed, pulling the tool off the muzzle and opening the back up to continue figuring out how to make the weapon fully work.

As Setask left the weapons lab, she mentally went over the next tasks she had to do. Get to the bridge to help Thiri with the testing of the rotating frequencies for the shields, go down to engineering to test power output with Nem, heat up the next set of meals wrapped in foil, dispose of the cans full of used foil, double check emergency triage and other extreme medical care situations with Avery, work on improving and fixing up the deflector dish and sensor array with Lillian, send the packet of data regarding the Dek'Ore system and the Borg movements back to Starfleet and write up, review and send off battle plans, just to name a few.

Going to sickbey seemed like the easiest option here.