Stardate: 40604.0800
Title: "Unwell"
Author: Ensign Adam Taylor
Scene: Various; Noted Below
Time: Current

=/\=Torture Lab =/\=
=/\= Mirror Universe USS Independence =/\=

"You're sure he's there?"

"Yes, Professor," the nervous tech replied. "We have his bio-signs isolated aboard the other Independence. He's in their...medical...lab, sir."

"Excellent," the twisted version of Adam Taylor replied with a smile. "Was he able to download the files?"

"Yes, sir. He didn't suspect a thing, sir."

Taylor chuckled. "Good. Now that he knows what they're up against, he's sure to inform his superiors. I'd imagine that ~their~ versions of Daran and Morris are thinking twice about starting this brawl."

"Why does this man interest you so?" Natira Daran, newly installed commander of the Independence, asked from the chamber doorway.

"Ah," Taylor replied, turning about to face her, "I didn't see you there."

Daran smirked, "How do you think I've lived as long as I have, Professor Taylor? Now tell me, why does this ~other~ Taylor interest you so?"

"Because he exists!" Taylor fumed. "The multiverse...it isn't big enough for more than ~one~ of me."

"Or your ego, apparently," Natira quipped.

"You...," Taylor began. Natira cut him off.

"Choose your next words carefully, Professor. You are here at ~my~ leisure, remember that." Natira paused for a moment, letting her warning sink in before she continued. "Now, are your weapons ready for deployment, should we need to fall back on them?"

Taylor's replied was a simple nod.

Daran touched her commbadge, then. "Bridge, lock Professor Taylor's modified quantum torpedoes onto the other Independence."

[Yes, ma'am,] came the crisp reply.

Natira grinned. "See what a little respect gets you? Courtesy, Professor...simple courtesy. Practice it...you'll live longer. Join me on the Bridge."

With that, Daran and the others departed the chamber of horrors and headed to the Bridge of their own ship to see just how long it would take the other ship to detect their weapons lock.

=/\= Medical Lab =/\=
=/\= USS Independence =/\=

"Computer," Doctor Adam Taylor announced from the viewing station he hadn't left in days, "isolate DNA fragment 447, magnify grid 19 A. Cross reference with files from Starfleet Medical."

<Confirmed,> the computer replied. <File cross reference implies viral amplification, due to exposure to Thalaron radiation generation device.>

Adam's heart sank. They'd created a super-weapon, independent from the atomics. As soon as Taylor leaned back in his chair, rubbed his eyes and had made up his mind to let Commander Daran and Captain Morris have the bad news personally...the red alert klaxon blared into life.

Adam made to tap his commbadge, when it chirped on its own. [Hello...Adam.] The voice from other end of the connection...was his own.

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Ensign Adam Barrett Taylor
Medical Officer
USS Independence

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