Lt Commander Samantha Palmer Mission Specialist USS Chimera NCC 96899 = Deck 8 The deck was rather quiet as Samantha jogged uneasily past cargo bay entrances and airlock hatches. The light grey standard issue Starfleet tracksuit visibly showed the amount she had perspired, but it was more a result of stress than of actual physical exertion. Most of the activity on the Chimera was focussed around Engineering and decks with important ship functions. The cargo bays and the docking ports were therefore left much unvisited by the crew save for the occasional crewman who was ordered to retrieve extra equipment from main storage. Her piercing blue eyes darting around every corner, making sure she was alone. To anyone paying close enough attention, she would seem alarmingly paranoid. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she stopped and once again made sure she was alone. When she was certain, Samantha quickly dropped to her knees and removed the Jefferies tube hatch by her feet. In a few moments she was inside and closed the hatch behind her. Samantha crawled a few paces until she came to a computer access console. From a small pocket inside her pants she produced a thin, pen-shaped device. She held it up close to the console and pressed a button on the device. A tiny light began to flash on and off, transmitting a complex algorithm into the Chimera’s computer system. The algorithm was designed to mask certain problems that would crop up from the prototype modifications when a diagnostic was run on them. It was also designed to hide itself and any subroutines that would be incorporated into the computer system by the SSF and Intelligence agents. The transmitter flashed for a mere two seconds, but seemed more like two minutes to the Starfleet officer. When it was done, she slipped it back into her pocket and accessed the algorithm from the console, making the necessary adjustments as Nicolas had instructed her. Samantha flipped shut the face of the console and crawled back to the Jefferies tube hatch. She had the nagging feeling that she had forgotten to do something, but could for the life of her not remember what it was. At any rate, it didn’t seem to be very important. Opening the hatch, she peeked out to make sure no one was around. She quickly slipped out, closed the hatch and jogged on. Just as she rounded the corner she almost bumped into an Engineer and let out a high yelp from fright. “Sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “That’s quite all right, Ensign,” she replied, nodding him and continuing on. When she was sure she was out of earshot, shut muttered under her breath, “That was close.” = -- No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. Version: 7.0.323 / Virus Database: 267.8.11/44 - Release Date: 2005/07/08