Helena made her way with a stony expression toward sickbay. She swore Grey was going to lock her up or something. This stuff was nasty and smelled and clung in places like it was holding on to dear life. She swore if that lizard thing dropped eggs all over her, once she was cleaned and cleared and not at risk of one shooting out of her stomach like something from that old sci-fi flick…Alien?…she was resigning from Star Fleet. She was done. No more alien diseases, infestations, or attacks. She shivered at the thought. She walked through the doors and looked around. “Hey Doc…where do you want us before this stuff starts dripping everywhere?” She jerked her thumb to the other bridge officers who’d gotten hit by the goo that were filling in behind her.

Laursen, pilot