"Command Decisions"

[Ki'rok 0]

"Command Decisions"

 

Ki'rok had returned to the bridge upon completing the triage setup for the good doctor. He wasnt sure how effective it would be since the numbers he had run were all indicating 90% of the crew infected by the time they reached New Bajor. Logically, everyone should just go to their quarters and the doctor try to manage them virtually via ships sensors and site to site transports for emergencies but that would be a logistics nightmare..as well as impersonal. Funny, last week...he would have not cared about the impersonal side or found the irony in it almost amusing in a sad way.

 

The Good news was, as one of the few crew members apparently immune to the virus...he would not have to confine himself to his quarters pending an investigation into his starfleet etiquette faux pas. The bad news was...there wouldnt be any crew left to hold the tribunal. Not to mention, they would more than likely try to implicate the Admiral, as well. Ugh...the whole thing made him sick...why couldn't he just be normal?? Why did he have to be some...hybrid..not quite Vulcan...just enough Betazoid to cause him problems? He was a walking contradiction. He should have never let the doctor experiment on him. Alas, hind-sight was always in focus...

 

He almost missed the Arbazan speaking to him...and had to think a moment before he could respond. Mr. Link did indeed look like the walking dead...red eyes and nose to match...it was obvious to Ki'rok he was suffering fom the illness..yet..to his credit..he did not complain or whine as some of the other humans were prone to do. Instead, he simply held out as long as possible. Ki'rok admired that and would recommend him for commendation...if he wasnt court-martialed before he could file for it. However, given recent developments, Ki'roks Starfleet career looked to be ending before it had a chance to begin. Pity. Only a miracle could save him, now...and frankly, the sick crew was in more need of miracles than he.

 

"Aye, sir" was all he managed to say before Link disappeared inside the TL. As Ki'rok stood he became keenly aware of all eyes on him. For one brief moment, he considered ordering the helm to change course for Vulcan, maximum warp..just to see what they would do. Instead, he straightened his uniform and addressed the bridge..."As you were... helm..maintain course and speed." He sat down in the CC. Secretly, he had aspirations of sitting on one of his own one day..but those dreams were fading fast. All he could do was try to preform his duties then later expain his situation as best as possible...but he knew, Starfleet would not find a Vulcan throwing tantrums...having to take experimental drugs and disobeying orders.."Officer material"..let alone offer him a command...

 

The Vulcan frowned, the dim Beta shift lighting..blessedly hiding the look of defeat from the rest of the bridge crew. But what would become of this crew...were their problems not of more immediate concern than his career? Ki'rok sat back in the CC and ran his hands through his hair...