= Begin Log = Shuttle = <<I forget the name as Shane took the La Rochelle>> Nick smiled to himself as he looked around the ship. THis was what he lived for. Heading towards a possible situation with the ship and crew at stake. It had been one of the reasons why he had originally applied for Security duty aboard the Starbase Aurora. That and his belief that he would be able to make a difference against the Borg which had stolen years of his life. Of course he hadnt seen any action against the Borg but he had against varying other forces ranging from the pre-warp civilisation in his first mission to killer plants and finally these beings which he still didnt understand. The Borg had encountered very little like it and nothing of this magnitude. He took three of the devices he had modified and juggled them idly as he watched Bretam and then clipped one on his belt ((That was a handy idea...)) and put the other two back in the box he had replicated to hold them. He would have to remember to tell someone to take this case of spare units with them in case others broke down. They were not as reliable as Nick would have liked. To the left of him was th ehelmet belonging to the suit he had to wear so he could repressurise the shuttle bay on the station. Apparently the Colonel's earlier experiences had deterred him from every visiting an unpressurised bay again. Shame because Nick wasnt fond of these suits, it wouldnt be too bad if they fit a little closer or were a better colour but at the moment they just irritated him. He would have to redesign them when he got back to the ship but for th emoment he was happy to picture the entire crew wandering around in bright pink suits. Especially Bretam. In Nick's mind they would all look like he and Rangi had after the gelpack incident. He looked down at his hands where his exoskeleton was still visible on his left hand. He had originally arranged with Rangi to have that removed and finally be free of the Collecvtive but other things had gotten in the way. He didnt care how useful it was he wanted it removed. He would have to make an appointment when he got back. His combadge chirped as he fitted his gloves. +taps+ "Chimera to Lieutenant Quayle" +taps+ "Lieutenant Quayle here. Go ahead Ensign," he said recognising the young officer's voice. +taps+ "You have an incoming message form Earth. It is marked as 'Priority One Personal'" +taps+ "Thankyou Ensign, route it to my quarters. It will have to wait." +taps+ "Understood" Nick understood why he had been informed, it was standard procedure for a priority one communication but Nick wished he hadnt been informed, it would occupy the rest of his mind until he got back. Worrying about what it contained and what news could warrant a priority one message. Not to mention who the hell would bother marking it personal and it was not to good idea to have your mind on other things on a mission of this nature. Nick looked as the shuttle drew ever closer to the station. "Oh goody I get to put the helmet on," he said as everybody turned around and looked at him like he had grown a second head. He assumed he hadnt as the one helmet seemed to sufficiently cover him as he attached it and engaged the pressure seal. = End Log -------------------------------------- Nick Quayle Chief Engineer "When you find your path is blocked. All you have to do is knock."