Ship’s Counselor Kethry Sutherland casually walked into the 10-Forward
lounge, the padd displaying her latest vampire novel
of interest tucked under her arm, and made her way to one of the small tables
in the quiet corner of the room close to the large windows overlooking the
planet they orbited far below.
Ordering a drink
from one of the stewards, she settled into the seat and activated the padd, settling down for the next enthralling chapter until
she noticed Chief Pono Kyman,
the El’Aurian ship’s Command Master Chief, or ‘Chief
of the Boat’ as Fleet Captain Koester preferred to call him, sitting at one of
the nearby wall-side tables, sweat pouring down his brow.
Concerned, the
Counselor deactivated her padd and placed it on the
table next to her newly arrived drink and approached Kyman.
“Good evening,
Chief. You’re up pretty late tonight,”
Sutherland observed. “Is everything going
well with the Away Team mission?”
Kyman seemed nervous as he looked up at Sutherland, then motioned for the Counselor to join him at his table
just as the lounge steward brought a large mug of black terran
coffee over to him.
“I’m having some
trouble sleeping,” Kyman explained as he took a large
gulp of the coffee. His hair was out of
place and the El’Aurian looked as if he had tumbled
out of his bed.
“I’m not
surprised, you drinking almost pure caffeine like that. Maybe you should go down to Sickbay and have them prescribe something for you?”
Kyman glanced down at the mug as if he did not realize he
was even holding it, then started shaking his head.
“No, Counselor,
you don’t understand. I want to stay
awake right now.”
Sutherland was now
confused.
“Why, Chief?” she
asked.
“The dreams,” Kyman said in way of explanation. “I’m still having the dreams.”
Sutherland
abruptly realized this was more than a simple case of insomnia. She settled into the chair across from Kyman and asked, “Can you tell me about these dreams,
Chief?”
Kyman’s expression became distant as he spoke.
“I’ve been having
them off and on for almost the last eight months now. I’ll usually have them four or five nights in
a row, then it will go away for a couple of
weeks. Sometimes
almost a month. And then they’ll
be back, as vivid as real life.” Kyman took another
large gulp of coffee, then continued. “I know dreams have some meaning behind them,
but all these are doing is scaring me half to death.”
“Can you remember
them?” the Counselor asked.
“Are you
kidding? I wish I could forget them!”
Sutherland
noticed Kyman’s hand shaking slightly as he lifted
the mug once more, but she could not tell if it was from the recent infusion of
caffeine, the Chief’s sudden excitement, or fear.
“It’s always the
same, Counselor,” Kyman started to explain. “I’m trapped aboard the Dauntless, and everyone is after me.”
“After you? Why would
the entire crew be after you?”
“Because I’m always the last one. The only one. Everyone else I know, everyone else I care
about, has been assimilated.”
The word took
Sutherland by surprise.
“You don’t mean
as in...”
“Yes,” Kyman nodded, and drank from his mug again. “The entire crew become
Borg.”
*
* * *
Ensign Alasdair Myrddin Wallace scanned the foliage once more with his tricorder, cataloguing the flora for later study aboard the
ship. He breathed deeply in the fresh,
oxygen laden atmosphere.
“Ahh, it sure beats shipboard air, doesn’t it, laddie,” the Ensign asked of his companion in a strong
Scotsman’s brogue.
“Any chance to
get off the ship, I’ll jump at,” answered Ensign O’Shea, one of the Dauntless’ newly assigned security
guards.
“Oh, please,” frowned
Wallace as he folded his tricorder. “Y’ barely been aboard ship six months, and
you’re already complaining about deep space duty?” The Science Officer tapped his combadge. “Away Team to Dauntless.”
“Dauntless. Go ahead,” replied the voice of Lt(JG) Noorde from the Bridge.
“Commander Kane
says we’re just about wrapped up with the survey here, Leftenant. We should be needin’ a beam up shortly.”
“Very well. The
transporter room is standing by. Dauntless out.”
“Wait!” Wallace almost yelled. “Bloody daft...” The Science Officer tapped his combadge again, saying, “Away Team to Dauntless. We still need to
compile the mineral deposits survey we recorded for evidence of dilithium. It will
take a little time before we can complete the necessary tests.”
Wallace waited
for a response from Noorde, as Commander Virgil Kane,
the Dauntless’ First Officer, and Lt
Commander K’danz, their Chief of Security, pushed
their way out of the thick jungle growth to join Wallace and O’Shea. Noorde did not respond.
“Away Team to Dauntless, did y’ copy my last?”
Still nothing.
Kane now tapped
his combadge, saying, “Kane to Dauntless, please respond.”
When no one did, he exchanged worried glances with K’danz. “This is Commander Kane. Anyone on this circuit, please respond.”
“This is Lt T’Cah, Commander,” replied a cool, Vulcan voice. “I am with Lt Lin. Neither of us have
been able to contact the Dauntless
either. We will join with you at your
coordinates presently.”
Kane
acknowledged, then looked at the other three crew
members around him.
“I don’t know why
or how, but we’re cut off from the ship,” he stated.
Space, the Final Frontier…
These are the voyages of the starship Dauntless!
Its ongoing mission;
To seek, to chart, to explore…
Slipping the surly bonds of Earth,
Going where none have been before!
Star Trek: Dauntless
“Open Season” By PJK
Captains log, stardate 52658.0:
After our recent skirmish in
which the Dauntless managed to defeat two Cardassian
Galor-class warships and a Jem’Hadar
attack ship single-handedly, I have decided to give the crew some rest on the
recently charted world of Nella III, which early
surveys indicated may have sizable dilithium
deposits.
Our initial Away Team is
down on the surface now, surveying the area for dilithium
and some well deserved R&R.
Koester,
out.
The six members
of the Away Team huddled together, proposing ideas for regaining contact with
the starship orbiting high above. A soft
bleep from her tricorder drew Lt T’Cah’s
attention.
“Commander,” she
said as she picked up the instrument and commenced scanning the jungle around
the Away Team. “I am registering
non-native life forms slowly approaching our coordinates.”
“Could it be
another Away Team from the ship?” Kane asked, hopeful.
“Negative,” T’Cah answered, dashing his hopes. “There are six of them. Definitely not human. Life form indications are like nothing I have
ever encountered before.”
Just as T’Cah finished her report, the thick brush to Kane’s left
moved aside and six alien creatures entered the clearing. They all stood about two meters tall, with
strongly muscled bodies. Their pale
yellow, almost leathery reptilian skin glistened with drops of water from the
jungle trees. They wore only short thin
pants, and carried a massive piece of equipment on their backs. Each stared at the Away Team with small,
predatory eyes.
Kane took a step
closer to the apparent leader of the group, who had entered the clearing first.
“Greetings,” he
said. “I’m Commander Virgil Dylan Kane
of the Federation starship Dauntless. We mean you no harm.”
One of the aliens
apparently spoke to the leader. A low, grunting noise.
This started what appeared to be a discussion among the aliens, with
dramatic arm movements and occasional hand gestures toward the Dauntless Away Team. But no matter who tried, or how often, the
aliens ignored the Away Team’s attempts to communicate.
“Commander,” called T’Cah when Kane
finally gave up on speaking to the new arrivals. “Notice the machine carried on the back of
the last alien to enter the clearing?”
Kane looked at the shortest of the alien beings and noticed how the
box-shaped device on its back was different from the long, thin devices the
other five carried.
“Yes, I notice it’s
very different from the others. What do
you suppose it is?” Kane asked.
“This is merely
supposition, Commander,” T’Cah answered, “but I
believe that is the device that is jamming our communications with the Dauntless.”
Kane’s eyebrows
shot up briefly, and he took another step toward the lead alien, who was still
immersed in his discussion with his own group.
“Excuse me,” Kane
said. Then louder, “Excuse me! I believe your machine there may be blocking
our communications signals with our ship.”
The six aliens
all stared at Kane, no one moving or speaking for the next ten seconds, until
the alien leader slowly removed the long device from his shoulder and lowered
it toward the Away Team.
“I don’ have a
good feelin’ about this, Commander,” Ensign Wallace
commented.
Kane slowly
started backing away from the alien.
“Neither do I, Mister Wallace,” he said, just as a bright flash
erupted from the end of the alien device, sending a lightning-like blast toward
the Away Team, where it struck the ground sending dirt and rocks hurling
through the air.
“Run!” Kane
commanded, and the Away Team dove into the jungle, followed after a short pause
by the six aliens. The aliens yelled out
a horrifying scream that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a war cry.
“This does it,” K’danz huffed out to Kane, pulling the phaser
from her holster and shooting back at the aliens as she ran. “I don’t go on any more Away Team missions
with you, Commander.”
“Why not?” Kane asked, trying not to trip over the multitude
of branches and roots in his path.
“Because lately, I always seem to get chased by some creature
intent on killing me when I’m with you!”
Kane laughed
despite the horror of the situation, until another lightning blast sounded off to
his right, followed closely by a scream of pain.
“Arghhhh! I’ve been hit!” Lt Lin shouted out as he
fell, his hands gripping the calf of his right leg. T’Cah and Wallace
turned around to help the badly burned Security Guard, but were driven back by more
shots from the alien’s strange weapon.
“Go!” Lin yelled
out, gesturing madly at T’Cah and Wallace. “Leave me!”
“We can’t do...,”
Wallace started to shout back when suddenly one of the aliens dropped down from
the branches of the tree in front of them.
Instinctively, Wallace lashed out with his fist, taking the creature by
surprise before it could level its weapon, knocking it flat on it’s back.
“Ensign, come!” T’Cah ordered, and the two resumed running while behind
them, Lin’s pained screams continued for a moment more, then stopped suddenly.
*
* * *
Fleet
“Status, Mister
Fry.”
“We’re
maintaining standard orbit, Commodore,” Fry answered. “I hope you don’t mind, but I authorized
Crewman Lancaster to take the helm for this shift.”
Koester shook his
head as he glanced toward the
“Would you like
to resume the Deck and the
“No, that’s quite
all right, Commander,” Koester said with a gesture of his hands. “I just came up to find out how the Away Team
is doing?” The Commodore glanced over to
the Mission Ops station near the back of the bridge, and frowned slightly when
he noticed it was not manned by the person he expected.
“Petty Officer Mudd,” Fry said authoritatively. “What is the status of the Away Team?”
“And where is
Chief Kyman?” added Koester. “Isn’t he normally on this shift?”
Petty Officer Harry
Mudd IV, great-grandson of one of the Federation’s
most well known con men and cheats, turned his chair to face the two officers,
answering both, “Counselor Sutherland authorized Chief Kyman
SIQ for this shift. I’m covering for him
here. And the Away Team has not
communicated with the ship in just over two hours.”
“That’s unusual,”
Koester commented. Fry nodded. “It’s not like Virg
at all. Mister Winters, contact the Away
Team and determine why they haven’t reported in recently.”
“Aye, Commodore,”
Lt Commander Phillip Winters responded, then attempted to hail the Away
Team. After a moment with no success,
the Commander turned to face Koester. “I’m
not getting any response from them, sir.”
“I don’t like
this,” Koester said. “Mister Bloom, scan
the planet’s surface for life signs.”
*
* * *
“There’s still no
communications with the ship,” Kane explained to the five remaining members of
the Away Team as they huddled together beneath a large overhanging
boulder. The Away Team had successfully
managed to elude the aliens in the time since they had lost Lt Lin. Tricorder readings
of the area not only helped the Team avoid the aliens, but also revealed their
apparent motives.
“It looks like
they’re hunting!” Ensign O’Shea pointed out.
“Look here. It’s just like my
family and I used to do on Cerberus Colony.
These are the sitters.” He
pointed to two stationary indications on the tricorder
screen, then toward the four moving indicators which traveled toward the two
stationary ones. “And these are the
drivers. Their job is to force the prey,
in this case us, toward these two, where we’re captured.”
“Or worse,”
commented Wallace.
Kane gave the
junior Science Officer an unpleasant look, then said, “Look, all we have to do
is use the tricorder to avoid these... these hunters.”
“The only
trouble, Commander,” T’Cah pointed out, “is I’ve been
keeping track of their so-called drives over the last couple of hours, and
indications are they’re getting closer.”
Kane was about to
comment on T’Cah’s observation when all of a sudden
the tricorder made a strange bleeping noise, followed
by the small screen turning to static for a moment before the unit emitted a
puff of smoke and lost power.
“What’s happened?”
Wallace asked, concerned.
“I’m not sure,” T’Cah said. “It
appears the unit has been neutralized.”
“Neutralized?!” K’danz said with alarm, then
ripped her phaser out of its holster once more. She pressed the control buttons on the top of
the weapon, but no indicators lit to signify a power change. Finally she just aimed the phaser at a tree some meters away and depressed the
trigger. Not unexpectedly, nothing
happened.
“Dammit!” K’danz cursed. “They’ve neutralized the phasers
too.”
Before anyone
else could comment on their new situation, T’Cah
raised a hand to silence everyone. She
seemed to be concentrating on her hearing, and a moment later, Kane could also
hear what the Vulcan woman had detected.
Slow footsteps.
It took a moment
before anyone could determine from which direction the sounds were coming
from. By the time T’Cah
was relatively sure of her bearings, a pair of barefooted, pale yellow clawed
feet could be seen walking around the edge of the boulder the Team hid under.
Kane immediately
recognized the Hunter as the smallest of his team, the one carrying the jamming
device that he now assumed was also responsible for disabling their phasers and tricorder. The human-turned-Bajoran
was struck by an idea. Since the Hunter
was still facing away from the boulder, apparently searching for the Away Team
by sight across the more open area, it had not yet seen them. Kane gestured for the others to remain still
while he crawled closer to the creature, intent on somehow destroying the
jamming device.
Kane got to
within half a meter of the creature’s feet when he unexpectedly snapped a
fallen twig beneath his knee. The
Hunter, startled, turned to find Kane charging him. Kane knocked into the creature with all the force
he could muster, knocking it down on it’s back and the device it carried, but
not before the Hunter shouted out in it’s strange guttural language. Not far away from the sounds of it, another
of the Hunters called back, it’s grunts sounding more concerned when it did not
receive a reply from the creature that now lay, it’s back broken, at Kane’s
feet.
“Come on,
everyone, let’s get out of here!” K’danz said as the
Team abandoned its hiding place, Kane rejoining them on the run. Through the forest behind them, the pounding
of feet could be heard entering the clearing.
One of the Hunters let out a scream of outrage and horror when it saw
their comrade’s lifeless body while the other quickly took aim and shot with it’s lightning weapon.
Before the Away Team could clear the edge of the woods, Ensign O’Shea
fell in a bloody gurgle, the lightning flash of the weapon passing right
through his back and chest.
*
* * *
Hiding in the
thick forest, the Away Team had managed to avoid capture, or worse, for another
fifteen minutes when they stumbled upon a cave entrance, hidden by vines.
“Do we go in or
not?” Kane asked. “It could be a secure
hiding place until the Dauntless
sends rescue, but if this is the only entrance, it could be a perfect death
trap as well. And without a tricorder, we can’t tell.”
“There’s only one
way to tell for sure,” K’danz said, and she started
into the cave, followed by T’Cah. Kane started to enter, but stopped when
Ensign Wallace put his hand on the First Officer’s shoulder.
“Commander,” said
Wallace in a whisper. “How do we know
these creatures haven’t already destroyed the Dauntless? We’ve been out o’
contact for hours! You would think if
they were still in orbit the Commodore would have sent out rescue teams by
now? Ma’be
these aliens arrived in some sort of warship and took ‘em
by surprise like they did us down here.”
Kane’s face
turned grim as he replied, “We can only hope not, Ensign. We can only hope not.”
*
* * *
The four
surviving members of the Away Team moved slowly into the cave, feeling their
way along rocky walls. The temperature
dropped rapidly, almost as if the cavern were being cooled by artificial
sources. As his eyes adjusted to the dark,
Kane could make out the shapes of the rocks along their path.
“Hold it!” K’danz said, holding up a hand. “Is it just me, or does there seem to be some
light in here?”
“I believe there
is an artificial light source coming from up ahead, Commander,” T’Cah observed.
“I don’ like
this,” Wallace commented. “Be careful.”
The Away Team,
what remained of it, moved slowly and carefully through the cave, the light
they had detected becoming increasingly brighter. Eventually they entered a large chamber. The sight there stole all their breath away.
Mounted on
brackets in the wall were the heads or skulls of various creatures, some
recognizable, most not. A Klingon skull, mounted by spikes through the eyesockets, figured prominently in the center of the
display.
“Oh my God!”
muttered K’danz as she looked toward the side of the
chamber entrance, drawing the other’s attention toward where she gazed in
horror. There, in a pose worthy of
Genghis Khan, stood Lt Lin, phaser drawn, teeth bared
in aggression. T’Cah
was the first to approach the security officer.
“He appeared to
be mounted for display,” T’Cah said, examining the
body. “I can see where they crudely
sewed up the skin back behind the neck.”
“Poor lad,”
commented Ensign Wallace, who shook his head sadly.
“Hey, look at
this!” K’danz said urgently.
The others moved
over to where the Security Chief held up a sheet that covered a large,
alter-like protrusion of rock. On the
alter lay the body of the alien Hunter that Commander Kane had killed. It’s body was nude,
covered with oil and herbs, and it was surrounded by torch-like objects,
prepared as if to be ceremonially buried.
“This must be
where those Hunters are camped,” Kane commented. “We have to get out of here. Now!”
The Away Team
turned to exit the chamber, hoping to escape before the Hunters returned. However, as they exited the lit chamber, an
unmistakable sound could be heard moving in from the cave entrance. The voices of the Hunters
and their bare clawed feet moving through the passage toward them.
“Damn,” K’danz muttered.
Kane ordered the
Away Team back into the lit chamber in the hopes of perhaps finding a hidden
exit to the outside. There was no such
luck. Moments later, the five remaining Hunters
entered the chamber, one of them carrying a freshly skinned human skull,
apparently that of Ensign O’Shea, and stopped dead in their tracks, surprised
to find their remaining prey cowering within their own encampment.
The shock quickly
wore off, and what Kane imagined could only be a smile formed on the Hunter
Leader’s hideous lips, exposing the many rows of teeth within. It grunted to the others, who spread out,
completely blocking all hope of escape for the Away Team. Then as Kane and the others raised their
hands in surrender, hoping for mercy, the Leader slowly lowered it’s weapon from it’s shoulder and aimed it squarely at the Dauntless’ First Officer.
Kane closed his
eyes as weapons fire filled the chamber, and to his surprise, he did not feel
anything. In fact, he quickly realized,
he was still standing and opened his eyes to find the Leader collapsed on the
floor, the other alien Hunters promptly following as more weapons fire filled
the chamber. The Away Team looked at
each other in confusion until a soldier wearing battle armor entered the
chamber, quickly covering all points and signaling to others behind him.
“I found ‘em! They’re here!”
Relief washed
over Kane as he recognized the soldier carrying the compression phaser rifle and chewing on the butt of an old cigar. Sgt ‘Olly’
O’Laughlin.
A moment later a platoon of half a dozen Starfleet Marines stormed into
the cavern, covering the bodies of the fallen aliens with their rifles as 1st
Lt McIntyre, the Dauntless Special
Contingent Commander walked in and assessed the situation.
“Good work, men,”
McIntyre said. “Well done!”
As one of the
Marines began scanning the alien bodies with a tricorder,
McIntyre walked over to Kane, who gripped the Marine Lieutenant’s hand in a firm
shake.
“Not to sound
ungrateful,” Kane said, “but what took you so long?”
“Commodore
Koester sends his apologies, Commander, but it took us some time to cut through
the interference of some sort of dampening field and find where you were, and
more time to rig our compression phasers to operate
within that field these aliens had created.”
“They’re dead,
Lieutenant,” one of the Marine corporal announced to McIntyre. “They’re all dead.”
McIntyre looked
at Kane as the platoon medic started examining the other Away Team survivors,
and said, “What do you want done with them, sir?”
“My first
reaction is to just leave them here to rot,” Kane answered, glancing at the
gruesome display along the cave wall, then sighed. “Make sure Lt Lin and Ensign O’Shea’s remains are returned to the ship and placed in
stasis. And have the alien bodies sent
up to Medlab 2.
Maybe Q can determine where
they came from.”
Kane, the effects of his ordeal starting to manifest themselves,
turned to his Away Team and quietly said, “Let’s all get back to the ship.”
*
* * *
“That sounds like
quite an ordeal, Exec,” Koester said as he handed Kane another mug of raktagino and joined Q
on the ready room couch, his arm around the petite Chief Medical Officer’s
shoulders.
“I have to admit,
Skipper, it was more terrifying than that incident on
“Any idea where they came from?” Koester asked the
diminutive medical officer sitting next to him.
Q was about to present her
autopsy findings when she was interrupted by the klaxon of the Red Alert. Immediately all three officers jumped up from
their seats, Kane perhaps a bit more slowly than he normally would, and rushed
out onto the bridge.
“Report,” Koester
requested as he took his Command Chair from Lt Commander Fry.
“An alien vessel
just maneuvered out from behind Nella III’s lone moon,” Fry explained as he took
“Very well,” said
Koester. “Mister Winters, hail the alien
vessel.”
Winters opened
the hailing frequency, then frowned. He turned his seat toward Koester.
“Communications
are being jammed,” he reported.
Koester nodded,
having expected as much, then turned to Ga’gh who had just replaced O’B at Tactical.
“Arm phasers. Lock and load torpedo bays.”
“Phasers locked on target.
All torpedo bays report armed and ready,” the Wilryk
man confirmed.
All eyes were
glued to the viewscreen as the alien vessel, clearly
a warship with all sorts of weapons ports and sensor grids covering it’s surface, moved closer.
It was not long before the ship opened fire.
“Sonic
disruptors, Skipper,” Ga’gh reported. “Our shields are holding.”
“Return fire.”
Ga’gh pressed his console, and an orange beam of phased
energy lanced out from the underside of the Dauntless’
saucer, striking the alien vessel and leaving a scorched mark in it’s wake.
“They appear to
have ablative armor, but no shields, Skipper,” Kane commented as he watched
sections of the alien vessel’s skin peel away, leaving undamaged layers
beneath.
“Lock torpedoes
on target. Fire at will,” Koester
ordered.
Ga’gh acknowledged the order, but before he could carry it
out, another weapon on the alien ship shot out at the Dauntless. The crew was
knocked about as the starship rolled violently to starboard.
“The shields took
the brunt of that, Skipper, but they’re down to 85%,” Ga’gh
reported. “Minor
structural damage to the forward secondary hull and the yacht locking clamps.”
“I’m not
about to lose my yacht,” Koester said with a growl. “Lock quantum torpedoes on target. Fire a standard volley.”
With a nod, Ga’gh launched the quantum torpedoes. Six fireballs of zero point energy, in two
groups of three, spat from the launch tubes just forward of the Captain’s
Yacht. They streaked across the vacuum,
striking the alien warship, gouging great sections of armor and hull plating
out of it.
“Sensors
indicating damage to their fusion drive and a bleed-off of power to their
weapons systems, Commodore,” Chief Science Officer Bloom reported form his
console next to Ga’gh.
“The alien vessel
is turning away,” Winters reported as another blast of
energy struck the Dauntless’ shields,
but not as violently as earlier.
“Shields down to 82%.
No damage,” reported Ga’gh.
“Commodore, I’m
reading an energy buildup in equipment I cannot identify aboard the alien ship,”
Bloom stated with concern. “By the power
curve, it could be a doomsday bomb of some sort.”
“Aw, hell,”
Koester grumbled. “Mister Fry, I need
warp speed.”
Before Fry could
respond, a tear in the fabric of space opened up in front of both the Dauntless and the alien ship. The Bridge crew looked on, awestruck, as the
warship fired its remaining fusion engines, pushing it through the rip, where
it blurred and disappeared, the rip sealing itself
behind.
“What did we just
witness, Jeff?” the Commodore asked as he took a few steps closer to the viewscreen, still amazed by what he had seen.
“The nearest I
can associate it with would be a transwarp corridor,
similar to what the Borg use,” the Vulcan man explained. “But without a pre-existing corridor. What we saw was created just now by that
alien vessel. And from the power curve I
just witnessed when it opened, that corridor could have gone anywhere. Not even limited to our own galaxy.”
Koester just
stared at the viewscreen, his expression blank.
“What are you
thinking, Skipper?” Virgil Kane asked as he moved up next to his Commanding
Officer.
Koester looked at
his First Officer and said, “That they’ll be back. Probably not tomorrow, but
someday.”
The Commodore
walked around the
“I guess this
explains most, if not all, of the ships missing from this sector in recent
months,” Phillip Winters proposed as he read a display on his Ops console. “Supply vessel Altair. Tanker
Rising Sun. A small pleasure yacht called the Achilles. And the scout USS John Young.”
Koester nodded
sadly, agreeing with his Operations Chief, then looked
at his First Officer.
“Mister Kane, draft
a report to Starfleet. Include all log
entries concerning this incident. And
make a recommendation to quarantine the system.”
“Aye, Skipper,”
Kane replied.
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