*thinks to himself*

*follows spock*

"Well that was fairly quick."

*looking at his PADD he suddenly looks up and motions spock to him and whispers*

"I believe i have found somthing that we could use"

*spock looks at the padd to find the following*

General Order 2:

Life must be preserved in whatever way possible. When an Alliance officer knows that a certain life form, in whatever form, is threatened to be destroyed, he must do everything in his power to prevent that, if possible without destroying anything himself either.

General Order 16:

It is not allowed to harm or kill any life form, be it a sentient, animal, plant or artificial life form. Accusations of such crimes are investigated by the AJC (Alliance Judge Council).

*looks at him, waiting for a response*

OFF: oh, and this is not to be over heard.

*thinks to himself, thank god i'm not a vulcan*

"I believe it is the highest bidder that will receive the droid, correct, if i might be able to make a bid for the droid if the trial doesn't go well, but until then, you all will have to wait."

*looks disgusted at them*

"But, Mr. Pax...if you keep your younger generations ignorant of such things, how are they to deal with such a thing as a borg invasion, or some other mass warfare upon your alliance, security ships won't be the answer....as for you claiming that you would never do something so horrible if you were not inspired to do so by seeing others do horrible things, what about your alliance's general orders number 2 and 16?"

"General Order 2:

Life must be preserved in whatever way possible. When an Alliance officer knows that a certain life form, in whatever form, is threatened to be destroyed, he must do everything in his power to prevent that, if possible without destroying anything himself either.

General Order 16:

It is not allowed to harm or kill any life form, be it a sentient, animal, plant or artificial life form. Accusations of such crimes are investigated by the AJC (Alliance Judge Council). "

"According to these, doing what you said would be in violation of your alliances central beliefs, now would yo want to do that."

*takes a seat and waits*

Your loony, and medicated CMO reporting for duty!

Aaron Cloud
Lieutenant Commander
Chief Medical Officer
Formerly of the U.S.S. Lothlorian;
Now of the U.S.S. Normandy

He wakes up and gets free, looking around.

"Erm, sorry."

"Listen, HK, I've got a job for you. It's nothing with homicidal tendencies, but it's something, at least until they are ready for you ."

Lt. Commander Cloud runs up to Colonel Balkazar.

"Umm..."

He glances at his rank insignia.

"...Captain. I suggest we compile a list of all crew members, and medically examine them. It is my knowledge that with what has happened, i.e. the loss of a ship and the memories from such, can cause mental and physical problems."

Cloud pauses, then adds, "As a precaution."

OFF: Grins, sorry David, had to poke fun, its certainly nostalgic.

IC:

Cloud brushes his uniform off.

"Sir, with all due respect, I am the doctor here. If you are not going to allow examinations, which could possibly squash any chance of an epidemic occuring, then I may have no choice but to pull out an ace."

He pauses, smirking.

"I do have the authority to relieve you of your command if I feel you are...unable to command coherently, or risk the lives of the crew."

Cloud fixes Balkazar a hard stare.

"Sir, do not force my hand. It would be simple if you agreed."

OFF: I'm too confrontational towards everyone it seems, sighs.

IC:

After finding the ships "medical bay," Cloud begins to clear everything off and sterilize it all.

A few minutes pass, as a relatively easy job is finished.

"This species is relatively...clean, too clean." He thought to himself.

=A= Lt. Commander Cloud to Colonel Balkazar. I've established a makeshift medical ward two decks down. Please route all injured here immediately, the grieveously injured first. Cloud out. =A=

He gets to work reading the beds and his supplies.

Cloud goes back to the medical bay, and overseas the injured.

Quietly he checks out its medical files, mumbling, "Hmmm, interesting...very interesting."

Cloud shrugs his shoulders and mumbles, "People...:

"I'm going to search out this ships medical facility, if it has one, if anyone needs me."

Turns and leaves.

As this all happens Cloud can't help but curse.

"Kriffing ship, not again!"

Cloud starts shouting orders just as weapon embankments activate in the medical bay, aiming at he nearest crew member. The computer/ship says something in Heraani language and starts to fire. Cloud and the others, not hit, jump into action. They grab the wounded who made it to the bay, and get them to safety.

The weapon turrets continue to fire, as he comms throughout the ship.

=A= Cloud to anyone, Cloud to anyone. This kriffing ship has weapons in the medical bay! Me and the others are pinned down. Need help, fast. =A=

Weapon fire continues to sweep the rom.

(bit of a twist)

Cloud starts to make his way when the artificial gravity suddenly stops, causing him to trip and start tumbling.

A few minutes pass with Cloud tumbling freely in the air, his face turning a blotchy ashen color.

~Ugh, this isn't helping.~

He grasps onto something, anything, and straightens himself. He starts making his way to engineering.

He arrives at engineering.

OFF:  http://www.expansionfleet.com/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':p'>

"I counted every head, every single one. If you want to double check, go right ahead. However, I suspect that those you claim to have seen, were merely manifestations while you were under extreme stress."