~*~Disclaimer=me no own~*~ OK, latest chapter up (woo!) loving all the
reviews I'm getting! 34 for only 6 chapters?!? Wow! So happy, slightly
hyper as well now! Oh and like I said before when Malcolm was on about
wanting a Jimmy Riddle in the last chapter its slang for needing a wee
basically, but thought that chief armoury officer would never be caught
saying I need a wee out loud or in his head!~*~
Voices.
*Go away.....just......leave me alone.*
Malcolm prised open his swollen eyes. The room was swimming around him.
*Urgh swimming.......don't think of water!*
A blurred face came into view.
"Malcolm, how're you feeling?" the face asked.
He forced his eyes to focus and found himself looking up at Phlox.
"They said you were dead-they showed me a tape," he whispered barely audible.
He could see Doctor Libran and Doctor T'eyla creeping up behind Phlox.
Malcolm sank back into the darkest recess of his mind.
Dr Phlox sighed and administered more of the medication.
"Archer to Phlox"
"Here Captain."
"How is he?"
"Not very good, he's running a dangerously high fever-I have no idea how to cure it yet. He woke up a few moments ago and mumbled something about us all being dead and they showed him a tape of it."
"There didn't seem to be any physical effects of torture?"
"No, I believe the form of torture used was mental."
"Will he live?"
"I will do all I can."
"Archer out."
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T'eyla waited, the tiny monitor she'd affixed to Malcolm when he first arrived had not yet been detected and she could still monitor his biosigns.
She watched with a mixture of triumph and mild horror as his biosigns fluctuated. She had co-created this virus and was now watching it flourish and battle its right to take control against his natural immune system.
By now, she guessed that at least a third of the crew would be infected- after all they couldn't possibly have known that the virus mutated until it was too late. The humans were far too stupid for that.
* * *
Dr Libran finished up in his lab, placing a purple container beside the red one inside a metal case.
He had sent word to his people. The Jennerns would fall within seconds-he'd made sure the virus was deadly to them but not the human. He felt a pang of sympathy for Malcolm, he had no desire to inflict pain on him but to prove that he was on the Jennerns side he'd had no choice.
He nodded to the Guards making his way swiftly down the corridor back into the monitoring room.
T'eyla looked up.
"It's progressing nicely," she informed him. "A few more hours and he will be dead."
He kept his face calm though panic swelled within him.
"Good," he lied. "Excellent, you should be proud of yourself."
T'eyla smiled slightly.
"I just came to see how it was going, I am required elsewhere," he told her.
She nodded.
"I'll tell you if anything good happens," she promised.
Libran quickly left the room and stole into the transporter room. Placing the purple container on the pad he beamed it to Enterprise.
"Libran what are you doing?" a voice asked from the doorway.
He span round to find himself face to face with T'eyla, the Prime-Minister and several guards.
"Saving the humans and my people!" he spat.
"Libran how could you?" Prime-Minister Ka'melo snarled. "After all I've done for you-you've betrayed me!"
"I have betrayed no one!" Libran yelled, taking the red container from the case he slammed it down.
It smashed and the vapour rose into the air.
"No!" T'eyla yelled. She grabbed hold of him feeling the gas taking hold. "Where is it? Where is the cure?"
Libran smiled.
"Kill him!" Prime-Minister Ka'melo shouted hysterically. "Now!"
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Phlox stared worriedly at the test results. He turned and saw a purple container on the floor. Immediately he started running tests recognising it as a tube used for containing medication.
"T'Pol to Sickbay."
"Here Sub-Commander"
"What has just been beamed to sickbay?"
"A purple container-I believe it may contain the cure."
"Be careful Doctor, there is no logic in believing the Jennerns would hold any regard for the crew and their safety."
"I understand Sub-Commander."
"T'Pol out"
Sounds of a frenzied coughing fit came to his ears and a choking sound.
~*~hee hee hee! Ok, little storyline going on with the Jennerns there-I thought it needed it to understand how Phlox gets the container, anyhoo review!~*~
Voices.
*Go away.....just......leave me alone.*
Malcolm prised open his swollen eyes. The room was swimming around him.
*Urgh swimming.......don't think of water!*
A blurred face came into view.
"Malcolm, how're you feeling?" the face asked.
He forced his eyes to focus and found himself looking up at Phlox.
"They said you were dead-they showed me a tape," he whispered barely audible.
He could see Doctor Libran and Doctor T'eyla creeping up behind Phlox.
Malcolm sank back into the darkest recess of his mind.
Dr Phlox sighed and administered more of the medication.
"Archer to Phlox"
"Here Captain."
"How is he?"
"Not very good, he's running a dangerously high fever-I have no idea how to cure it yet. He woke up a few moments ago and mumbled something about us all being dead and they showed him a tape of it."
"There didn't seem to be any physical effects of torture?"
"No, I believe the form of torture used was mental."
"Will he live?"
"I will do all I can."
"Archer out."
}~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
T'eyla waited, the tiny monitor she'd affixed to Malcolm when he first arrived had not yet been detected and she could still monitor his biosigns.
She watched with a mixture of triumph and mild horror as his biosigns fluctuated. She had co-created this virus and was now watching it flourish and battle its right to take control against his natural immune system.
By now, she guessed that at least a third of the crew would be infected- after all they couldn't possibly have known that the virus mutated until it was too late. The humans were far too stupid for that.
* * *
Dr Libran finished up in his lab, placing a purple container beside the red one inside a metal case.
He had sent word to his people. The Jennerns would fall within seconds-he'd made sure the virus was deadly to them but not the human. He felt a pang of sympathy for Malcolm, he had no desire to inflict pain on him but to prove that he was on the Jennerns side he'd had no choice.
He nodded to the Guards making his way swiftly down the corridor back into the monitoring room.
T'eyla looked up.
"It's progressing nicely," she informed him. "A few more hours and he will be dead."
He kept his face calm though panic swelled within him.
"Good," he lied. "Excellent, you should be proud of yourself."
T'eyla smiled slightly.
"I just came to see how it was going, I am required elsewhere," he told her.
She nodded.
"I'll tell you if anything good happens," she promised.
Libran quickly left the room and stole into the transporter room. Placing the purple container on the pad he beamed it to Enterprise.
"Libran what are you doing?" a voice asked from the doorway.
He span round to find himself face to face with T'eyla, the Prime-Minister and several guards.
"Saving the humans and my people!" he spat.
"Libran how could you?" Prime-Minister Ka'melo snarled. "After all I've done for you-you've betrayed me!"
"I have betrayed no one!" Libran yelled, taking the red container from the case he slammed it down.
It smashed and the vapour rose into the air.
"No!" T'eyla yelled. She grabbed hold of him feeling the gas taking hold. "Where is it? Where is the cure?"
Libran smiled.
"Kill him!" Prime-Minister Ka'melo shouted hysterically. "Now!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Phlox stared worriedly at the test results. He turned and saw a purple container on the floor. Immediately he started running tests recognising it as a tube used for containing medication.
"T'Pol to Sickbay."
"Here Sub-Commander"
"What has just been beamed to sickbay?"
"A purple container-I believe it may contain the cure."
"Be careful Doctor, there is no logic in believing the Jennerns would hold any regard for the crew and their safety."
"I understand Sub-Commander."
"T'Pol out"
Sounds of a frenzied coughing fit came to his ears and a choking sound.
~*~hee hee hee! Ok, little storyline going on with the Jennerns there-I thought it needed it to understand how Phlox gets the container, anyhoo review!~*~