Bill looked at the small group in the confrence room. They were staring right back him, incredibly silent, appearing to be frightened or for the Vulcans just very stoic. He had expected them to be all up in arms upon entering the room but they were uncharacteristically silent. The last time that happened when he walked in a scenario like this it was learning that Spock was heroically killed off in The Wrath of Khan before filming commenced.
"Status report?" Bill asked.
"Decks on through fifteen are undergoing repairs." It was maintenance worker.
"Cusalities." Bill said.
The Bajoran Doctor, Whichov, sighed.
"Nine Vulcans including Stonn, all of which had their Katra's be transferred to their close friends before death," Whichov said. "Six Romulans, and eight Andorians. Now, I was very baffled by the length of damage on Mr Stonn's body. It looked like he was in a radiation chamber."
"That is because he was," Sarek was there, and he had recently entered appearing to be in the middle of grief. "He is survived by his mate T'Pring and their three children. We should have told you about the spare generator and the strength of the shield, captain."
"Apology accepted," Bill said. "Sarek. . . Talk to Counselor Swoy once this meeting is over."
"Captain," Whichov said. "I am over run with patients and I do not believe my nurses can handle it. We need more doctors to help us treat them. I do not believe my three nurses and I can make it without losing more patients."
"Sarek." Bill said.
"Of course." Sarek said.
"I don't care how you get those doctors. Just get them." Bill said.
Sarek nodded then walked out of the room.
"Captain," The chief engineer, a Romulan, Jack O'Connor lifted his head up. He was one of the many Romulans who adapted human names since the discovery of the odd documents. "We need more Dilithium crystals. The dilithium crystals took a beating getting us out of the mess we had landed in. We have fourteen hours, thirty-two minutes, and forty-three seconds before they begin failing on us."
"Doctor Whichov what is Mr Chekov's condition?" Bill asked.
"He is in the burn unit recovering from the nasty burn he suffered at the navigation filling in for the unconscious officer," Whichov said. "In four hours the Admiral will be better than what he was before you brought him into my sick bay."
I would hate myself for the rest of my life if he died on my watch, Bill thought.
"Mr O'Connor, is there a nearby planet with dilithium crystals?" Bill asked, his head turned in the direction of O'Connor.
"Fourteen hours away." O'Connor said.
"How convenient," Bill said. "I will be part of the landing party to go there via shuttle."
"Captain," Swoy said. "I will need to talk with the ones who knew the deceased best, alone, in separate quarters."
"Are you meaning to tell me that counselors have no offices of their own?" Bill asked.
"Affirmative." Swoy said.
"Use the life support room," Bill said. He recalled there being a scene filmed there when a time accelerated human species took over the Enterprise. "It is very lonely in there." He lowered his head, hands on the table, with a sigh. "And I will find out two separate destinations for your other two Beastazoid co-workers to do their counseling."
Swoy bowed her head.
"Thank you, Captain." Swoy said.
Bill looked over toward the technological specialist.
"Is the mobile device prepared?" Bill asked.
"May I warn you that the Farragut is a experimental starship and this technology we have created has never been attempted," The weapon specialist, a short Ferengi named Fred, had his hands together in a ball on the table being the shortest of the group. "The biotechnology that my kinds elected science officers connects itself to the digital world and turns the very basic atoms of a person from carbon to data. This is a first in history of biotechnology--"
"Fred." Bill said, glaring at the Ferengi.
Fred cleared his throat.
"Affirmative," Fred said. "Much as insane as your idea is."
"Fred, make sure the mobile emitter is glitch free and workable," Bill said. "I asked you to make it for a reason and it has to work."
"Aye, captain." Fred said.
"Whichov," Bill said. "You will get your doctors. O'Connor, if there are damages in the engine area then do what you can. I do not expect you to give me a miracle. Officer Worf," Bill's eyes landed on the Klingon. "You are going to be part of my landing party. You are to decide which security officers we are taking." He turned his head in the direction of the group. "I will be taking science officer S'Chick as part of the landing party."
"As you wish." Worf said, with a nod.
"And O'Connor," Bill said. "What is the name of the planet?"
"Skull planet." O'Connor said
And a bad feeling came into Bill's gut.