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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN:  Moon Base (Continued)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
B.J. Baye 1-29-1996</h4>
SD:80129.1548<br>
MD:1.1315<br>
Scene: Research Lab, Moon Base<br>
>
> Zane frowned. This day was quickly getting worse. He turned to
>face Maril and Fobok. "Mr. Charles and I will be little help in your
>search for a cure. It will probably be best if he and I begin to go
>through this installation. Perhaps we can find some information that may
>be helpful."
>
Fobok started working on the cure, assisted by Maril and the exobiologist.
This was the first time people's lives had depended on his extra training at
Starfleet Medical. Now he was extremely glad he had taken it. The
continued working.
MD 1.1400
Fobok looked over what they had done, "Well, this looks like it, sir."
Maril nodded and extended his arm as Fobok set up the hypo spray. Fobok
noticed this, "Sir, you should not risk your life like this. If I made any
mistake in my calculations, this will speed up the virus in the subject's
body. I shall test it myself."
Before anybody could argue, Fobok injected the cure into himself. He
immeditaely fell to the floor in pain. It hadn't worked. Now he was down
to about one day to live. He tried to speak, but his lungs felt like they
were filled with acid.
Maril started to help Fobok, but realized it wouldn't be much good if he
couldn't find a cure. He got to work..
NRPG
All: Ok..I know this is short, but I at least came close..:)..
Max: Good luck..:)
B.J. Baye
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