Three days since the fall of Chief Security.
Three days Barnabas was asleep.
No more of that.
Barnabas awoke on a biobed.
"Easy going there, Barnabas," EMH II said, using his arm to prevent Barnabas from going any further. Barnabas looked toward the holoprogram's direction. "You have been out for three days, you need rest."
"I have rest enough." Barnabas said.
EMH II looked at Barnabas strangely.
"You have a particular voice." EMH II said.
"Don't remind me," Barnabas said, getting off the biobed. "Where am I?"
"Aboard the Charge. . . We are, crazy as it sounds, in the Alpha Quadrant of the Milky Way," EMH II said. "And. . ." He played with his fingers as though not wanting to say what was on his mind. Barnabas grabbed the holoprogram by the shoulders demanding him to say what was on his damn mind. "The Jefronian destroyed the Change."
Barnabas let go of EMH II's shoulders.
The ones at least part of the campaign against Karon and Christi.
So was Chief Security. Chief Security couldn't be brought back, not ever. He was terminated basically. His program was unique to everyone else and it was very sentient armed with his own experience. Ten long years. Barnabas covered his eyes as tears came out. Barnabas's eyes didn't grow red but in fact they turned a bright green that stood out from his dark attire. His shoulders went up and down as he cried. Why did Security just go over Barnabas's head without considering for a second his own life? It should not have happened, period.
Five minutes later the Romulassian stopped weeping for the loss of his great friend.
"I must. . . Go to the bridge."
"Deactivate Emergency Medical Holoprogram II."
The holoprogram deactivated.
He still could remember the holodevice shattering. He still could remember the slight blip in Chief Security's holoprogram. As though it had just realized its mobile device had been shattered to pieces. There were no holo-emitters installed. None. Obviously the Jefronian's were not advanced people. The holoprogram started to sizzle in a way that his body became different colors as though a television set had terrible antenna's to get a signal. Then the holoprogram sizzled away leaving a blue hovering outline of the body. The blue outline vanished leaving a electronical spark behind. Photographic memory at its finest. If he were right about his assumption that everyone is a holoprogram. . . Things were not going to be good.
Barnabas really wished Chief Security obeyed his wishes.
Barnabas walked out of medical bay.