T’Mara glanced over the group of consoles her people had set up in the science conference room.

“Are we reading Ensign Pryce’s tricorder?” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the officer at the head of the table said. “Whatever he sees, we’ll see.”

“And his physical data?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Very good,” T’Mara said. Much as she disliked the idea of risking junior officers confronting an anomaly like this one, at least they would have the data and the chance to pull him out of any danger. “Now there’s nothing to do but wait for them to reach the surface and start working.”

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