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The scans finished up confirming for the CMO that a reddish parasitic like species was embedded in the brain of the bull through the nervous system there by enhancing its control and the beasts intelligence by three times its normal levels. Thankfully it wasnt a threat it seems to humanoids for reasons beyond the ability of the tricorder to discern.

GM CockRoach

”Oh boy…” Paul muttered as he frowned at the results. ”Parasite captain…” he said looking over at Zarath and then considering if he could remove part of it for study…somehow.

Doc Hudson CMO

He looked over Hudson’s shoulder at the scan results. “It’s always space bugs… Can we be infected?”

-Zarath, CO

Thankfully the CMO could confirm that humanoids could not be infected, they just wound up with a nasty itching irritation on their skins when exposed.

GM CockRoach

”No…but it’ll itch like nobody’s business so get clear of it. No one touch the cows and full decontamination in the transporters would be advisable on beam up.”

The XO’s voice eventually came through the tiny box that Zarath was holding, and it was all business: =/\= Zarath, this is Cerny: Understood. T’Pria and the rest of our team are actually at the mine entrance right now. We’ve got a fire truck, and we’re already planning a rescue mission. Should we wait for you? =/\=

– Ivo Cerny, XO/CSO

Opening the comm box again, Th’elin shook his head. =/\=If you’ve got a plan, go on in. We’ll join you as we can. Be safe./=/\= Silently, the Captain cursed himself for not having been more aware. “We’ve got to get to the mine. Cerny is about to head inside with his team…” The andorian looked concerned.

-Zarath, CO

=/\= Affirmative. We’ll try to provide regular updates. Cerny Out. =/\= The’lin would note the slightly softer tone with which that last report was given, and the implied message.

– Ivo Cerny, XO/CSO

Getting to the mine wouldn’t be too hard on foot, they only had to trek a mile or two down the road unfortantly that direct route took them very close to the pens housing many of the cow herds.

GM CockRoach

Th’elin did note Ceryn’s tone, and the implied message of it. He shook his head and clipped the comm box back on his belt. “We’ve got to move fast. Ovik, Doc, send what you have to the Sentinel for study and let’s get moving.” This mission was off to a bad start and it was time to start turning the tide. “We need a ride…” He muttered, looking around for any sort of vehicle that might be operational. “We’ve got to get to that Mine quickly, and with a minimum exposure to these creatures.” Moving fast, he kicked open the door to one of the nearby structures and looked inside.

-Zarath, CO

Paul grumbled and got his samples, he took from the creatures skin, some more blood and a few deep tissue biopsy scans of the organs and brain. He sent the readings to the ships main computer via the tricorder link up.

Then he followed the captain. ”You kicking doors left an’ right will sure to keep anything away.” he muttered sarcastically and then paused. ”Are there meant to be other animals in this place?”

Doc Hudson CMO

OOC: rolls dice

Busting down the door of the nearest door Zarath found he had booted the door into a old time furniture store! By freak chance it did have a mode of transport.......a horse drawn cart to be precise. Probably not what they were looking for unless they wanted to hitch up the poor security NE’s to it and ride that way.

GM CockRoach