. . . February 2nd, 2259 . . .3:20 PM. . .

Reaper had holed up the survivors in a room, shelf, table, and other furniture were in the way of the door. He had the viles of the C-24 in his pocket as in the ones that had came from him. He would destroy it, for good, somewhere in a place where no-one would dare go. He had to destroy it personally. One way or another this entire mess will be over: at least for now.

"I am scared, mistah." Came a child tugging at his leg.

"Don't be," Reaper said, looking down toward the boy. "Help is on the way."

Damn Star Fleet.

Why did they allow families to come with the scientific groups in the first place? Apparently Star Fleet is up and running for allowing the mistakes of scientists affect their children and their family members. Why that's a shitty cycle. There should be rules and regulations regarding family members being with the science community. This little boy reminded Reaper of one of many children who had been slain by Sarge outside of the Ark. The screen bleeped to life displaying a new starship heading their way. It wasn't the Enterprise due to the size reading on the bar beside it. It was the kind space pirates used when taking over ships slightly bigger than theirs. He had at one time met a space pirate during 2258. Reaper could still remember the great invention of the Transporter in October 1st, 2120 in Oklahoma. Reaper had a sigh then looked over toward the Romulan appealing individual.

"Where is Khan?" Reaper asked.

"He went to Romulus, with some viles." The Romulan said.

Reaper closed his eyes, briefly, then he reopened them.

"Where is the core?" Reaper asked.

"The . . .core." The Romulan repeated, just to be sure she heard him right.

"Yes, the core." Reaper said.

"That is only used for emergencies." The Romulan said.

Reaper frowned.

"This is a emergency, Romulan," Reaper said. "The whole fucking universe will go into shit if we don't destroy this planet," He then gave her viles into her hands. "Give these to the Vulcan and tell him to hold onto them for me." Reaper made her close her fingers around the viles. "Don't even think about drinking it."

"I wouldn't dare." The Romulan said.

"Go to the screen and make contact with the ship. Request to be beamed aboard, along with the children and the other survivors." Reaper said.

"Why?" The Romulan asked.

"Because I am not going. . . and you must tell me where that fucking core is." Reaper said.

The Romulan stared at Reaper.

"That is suicide." The Romulan said.

"So is you not telling me where the hell the core is." Reaper said.

"Three floors down via elevator, one staircase down (After going through four rooms to the right and then two rooms to the left) shortly after going down there you have to make three turns to the right, take one elevator, go down one staircase, go through the cafeteria through through the back entrance door then take a turn to the right where you will see a neon glowing door leading to the medical ward. All you need to go afterwards is straight that will lead you to the entrance and then. . . it is the last door you see in the white room," The Romulan explained. "The door is blue. Can't miss it. That's how you get there in chronological order."

Reaper nodded.

"Tell Jim, this word for word after it blows, I ain't dead yet," Reaper held up the gun then tapped on the side of his head. "C-24, remember?"

"I will." The Romulan said.

"Now go do it!" Reaper forced her to the screen and disappeared through the crowd.

She landed on the keyboard first, her grip around the viles tight, and she propped herself up. She then went to work hailing the ship. Hope. She was going off bought time. She hailed the starship. Then on the screen appeared a well known young man, more like the poster boy for trouble, from Star Fleet. He looked quite more attractive than how the rumors made him seem to be. She at first raised an eyebrow. The story she had was that he was a ugly crossbreed of a Klingon and Amazonar which wasn't pretty.

"This is acting captain James T. Kirk of The Hook," Jim said. "What is going on there?"

"The mutants have broken lose, and we all that is left of three hundred people." The Romulan said.

Jim's face turned white.

"No." Jim said.

"Captain . . ." Came a male monotone voice.

Jim raised his head back up taking a breath.

"How many survivors are there?" Jim asked, shaking.

"Thirty-two," The Romulan said. "Twenty-two children and ten adults."

"Are you infected with anything?" Jim asked.

"No," The Romulan said. "But Thirty-Four locked us up here and we would greatly appreciate it being beamed up." He looked over toward the direction of the man who called him by rank with wide eyes then back toward the screen. "We were put into a safe room during quarantine and been there when he found us."

"I don't see anything wrong with her vitals." Came a woman's voice from behind the screen.

"All right, prepare to beam up. . . We are taking extra precautions," Jim said. "Kirk out."

Before her eyes they were beamed up into a room that had a wide med bay. The Romulan had to give the viles and give the message. There was a young African American man being aided with a nurse with blonde hair in a 1960's beehive hair style helping a survivor with a injured knee up to the biobed. She had to get to the Vulcan. She had to deliver that message and the vile. She went straight toward the doors only to be stopped by, "Oh no, you are not leaving without being checked up!" The doors closed on the Romulan lady as they were glowing red in the center. She felt it was very important to deliver these. She frowned turning away toward M'Benga. Another nurse instructed the Romulan over to the biobed and started to do a series of tests to ensure the Romulan was indeed not infected.