INTRUDER IN THE LABRINTH OF THE MIND
By Mary Barnes
Series:
TOS
Pairing: S/Mc
Rating: PG-13/R for adult themes, medical experiments,
angst, hurt/comfort, illness, danger
Disclaimer: Star Trek, its universe, and its
characters belong to Paramount/Viacom. This story belongs to me, and I derive no profit from it, only enjoyment.
He awoke with a sudden start. The sudden movement made his neck muscles spasm; he had fallen asleep in the chair. Cradled in his arms, his daughter lay still. Her body was
cool, the fever had ended and her expression was peaceful, the pain and agonizing seizures had stopped. Tears flowed down the face of Dr. Ron Shimar as he gazed at his daughter, Ana, his precious daughter and
only child.
Her small body had fought the infection for a long
time and he had hoped that the antibiotics and antitoxins would help support her battle.
The disease had won the war. The infection started in her blood stream
then crossed the blood-brain barrier into her brain, where the exotoxin from the bacteria caused swelling and bleeding. It grieved him to hear her cries from the headaches and to watch the small body twist
and distort from the seizures. He rocked her slowly in his arms and his voice
cracked as he sang one her favorite songs. Then he stiffly rose from the chair
and placed her lifeless, limp body back on her bed. He brushed the dark curls
away from her face, and then covered her body with a blanket. Even though she
was dead, he could not bring himself to cover her head. Ron kissed the soft cheeks
and was immediately seized by painful sobs. The hiss of the pneumatic doors
informed him someone had entered the room. Tears blurred his vision; he could
not make out who it was.
“Yes, what do you want?” He asked sniffling.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Dr. Shimar. Is there anything I can do for you?” He
recognized Nurse Marcia Lopez’s soft voice.
He wiped the tears away on his sleeves and looked
over at her, “Maybe some coffee?”
“Okay” she replied as she wiped her own
tears away. Then she watched him caress Ana’s face and cover her head with
the blanket, she suppressed a sob.
“I’ll bring your coffee in here…”
She started to say.
“No, I’ll take my coffee out on my desk. I know there are patients to see. Is
the morning lab work and test results ready?” He asked.
“Yes, they are on your computer. Can I bring you some toast or a doughnut?”
Marcia asked.
As he walked past her, she could see the grief ridden
face phase over to an expression of emotionless steel.
“I don’t need a damned thing.” He replied coldly.
Dr. Shimar spent days reviewing the data of more
patients claimed by this infection that had taken Ana. The emergency room was
packed with the colonists of Star Base IV, the hospital beds were full and the morgue held eight bodies, all victims of this
pathogen. From what the lab tests revealed, this tiny rod shaped bacterium had
been brought to Star Base IV on a cargo ship. Two of the twenty five crewmembers
were the lone survivors of the supply ship. They had made a pick up via a rendezvous
with another space vessel on their way to Star Base IV. The contents of the pickup
were never made known; the survivors died the next day. There was nothing recorded
on the ship’s logs. What the cargo was remained a mystery. Once the infection spread in the community the virulence of the bacteria increased and was resistant to
all of the antibiotics they had.
Ron met with the Chief Pathologist and the Medical
Examiner and they all arrived at the same theories. This could be a manufactured
bacterium from an alien race, it was a pathogen that has been treated before and had become drug resistant or this was a new
disease that could not be stopped by any medications they knew of. It was time
to notify The Federation and Star Fleet Command. Dr. Shimar’s stomach churned
at the thought of dealing with Star Fleet, all of the red tape and it would take weeks before any help would reach this remote
Star Base. Even worse, he would have to deal with Star Base IV’s Commander,
Dorina Kranov.
Known for her elaborate life style and ambition,
it was also known of her dislike
of Star Fleet Command. However, to get off of this “colony from hell”, Ron had heard her say, she had to deal with
her position at this time. What aggravated Dorina more were the colonists themselves,
all of their problems were extremely annoying to her.
When he made his appointment to inform her of this
epidemic, she grilled him intensely about the possibility that he had brought the disease into her office. Shimar looked around at the opulently decorated office and assured her he did not bring the pathogen with
him. She abruptly waved him out of her office stating that infections like these
weeded out the weak and genetically inferior.
Ron reddened at her statement, Ana had not been weak
and she was not genetically inferior to this bitch standing in front of him. He
stormed out of Kranov’s office. Dorina reminded him of his ex-wife who
was a Lieutenant in Star Fleet. Her career was the most important thing in her
life; even more important than her daughter. Ron still had not heard a response
from her regarding Ana’s death; no condolences or enquiries for when her funeral would be scheduled.
Ron plunged himself into more research and studied
the bacterium further.
The toxin secreted by the bacterium was the destructive
part of this infection.
Once the bacteria reached the brain, the toxins were
released and caused the devastating sequence of its effects. He was finally able
to isolate this toxin and he injected it into a substance used to empower the body’s immune defenses and contain the
infection. This substance was called Bio-Munasist. It was developed
by the CMO of the Star Ship Enterprise, Dr. Leonard
McCoy. Bio-Munasist was a concentrated conglomerate of B-cells, T-cells and other
immune factors from humanoids. It was a stable serum when used with a known pathogen
would suppress and contain the effects of the infection while allowing the patient to build up their own defenses and provide
future antibodies against the disease. However, specific tests were needed to
be made before administering the vaccine. There were numerous bacteria and viruses
that could mutate the effects of the serum and enhance the pathogen’s strength as well as increasing its proliferation. Since Dr. Shimar was on borrowed time the way it was, he omitted the necessary tests.
Three days later, the patients who received the serum
improved dramatically.
After five days of this treatment, the mortality
and morbidity of the disease dropped to ten percent from the eighty five percent prior to treatment.
A group of colonists volunteered to receive the serum
as a vaccine, none of them came down with the infection. The serum-vaccine was
a success.
There was a celebratory dinner held at Dorina Kranov’s
home for Dr. Shimar and his staff. The galactic medical miracle, or as Dorina
put it “the galactic goldmine”, had put Star Base IV back on the map of importance. Ron argued that the serum needed more time and tests before it could be widely distributed. Star Fleet and the Federation could assist with this aspect of the process.
Dorina’s hard laugh chilled Ron.
“The Federation and Star Fleet really, darling?” Dorina said. “Ron, there are pharmaceutical
companies willing to pay millions of credits to make this serum. I know; I have
already contacted some.” She caressed his face with her soft perfectly
manicured hand, “Your daughter would be so proud of you.”
He removed her hand from his face and gave it a hard
squeeze.
“It’s because of Ana that I have worked
so hard.” Ron said as he glared at her and she jerked her hand back.
The celebration was short lived. The patients and volunteers who received the serum-vaccine began to have the same side effects. At first they had exaggerated emotional outbursts from inappropriate laughter, episodes of crying to extreme
rage. These symptoms were followed by an emotionless, immobile state; similar
to a catatonic state. They could eat, drink, sleep and eliminate waste but only
on command. If not given instruction, these persons would sit, lie down or stand
for long periods of time. If they were standing, they would do so for hours without
complaint or signs of exertion. Dr. Shimar was puzzled by these reactions. The recipients of the serum in this dormant state maintained all of the necessary
protective reflexes such as blinking, coughing or gagging. All of their brain
scans revealed no destruction of the brain tissue, the structures of the brain were normal.
However, the mass spectro-encephalograms revealed changes in the electrical impulses of the brain. The areas affected were the frontal cortex and limbic center. The
readings were identical to a person who had received a ‘chemical lobotomy’.
Dr. Shimar was devastated; all of his work had failed him.
When he was summoned to Commander Kranov’s
office, he feared she was going to curse him out and expel him from Star Base IV. He
had caused the failure of her “galactic gold mine”. However, upon
entering her office he noted that she had a spring in her step and an exaggerated inappropriate smile, suggesting that his
concerns were in vain.
“Ron, darling, do sit down. Can I offer you some coffee or a drink?” He shook his
head and she sat down at her desk facing him. “Lock doors and seal the
room.” She spoke to the computer and it answered back with the verified
commands.
She was fidgeting in her seat, her excitement barely
under control.
“What is it?” Shimar asked.
“Your vaccine and serum, we have a new market
for its use.” Dorina answered.
“Until I can stop these bizarre psychological
side effects, there will be no vaccine.”
Ron said crossing his arms, the greed in this woman
knew no limits.
“Oh, my dear Ron, there are other uses for
this serum. Let’s say interspace security and defense could use this serum
or it could be used to subjugate dangerous prisoners.” She looked away
from Ron and to her computer. The triscreened computer came on and she spoke
to the computer. “Dr. Shimar, meet Dr. Rhozura.”
Ron looked at the screen then back to Kranov.
“I don’t understand.” He said.
“You don’t understand what?” She asked impatiently.
“Well, he’s an Orion.” Ron said.
A deep laugh came from the screen, “Orions
can be doctors, too.” Rhozura said.
“Let’s discuss your vaccine. It is brilliant, by the way, truly brilliant. We have many
uses for this serum. The pacifying effects are…”
“Pacifying effects! It completely blocks all input and output from the frontal cortex.”
Shimar yelled.
“Calm down, Ron, Dr. Rhozura has an equitable
exchange for you.” Dorina leaned over her desk toward Ron. “He has the ability to return what was your greatest possession, Ana.
He can bring back to life or clone any dearly departed person and return them to you.” Her eyebrows rose to enhance the opportunity that Dr. Shimar was being offered.
“There have been no successfully functioning
clones.” Ron said in a dubious manner.
“Are you aware of the Vulcan practice of Fal
Tor Pan? Do you know what restoring one’s katra is, Dr. Shimar?” Rhozura asked haughtily. “It is
the ceremony of returning one’s katra back into the body, even if they had been dead over a month.”
“I have heard something about it; I had assumed
that it was a Vulcan myth.” Ron said.
“Vulcans do not have myths; they only have
logic and truths. I happen to work with a Vulcan physician who also functions
as a priestess. She will gather the ‘soul’ or katra of your daughter
and place it in her body.” Rhozura said.
A tide of emotion sprung up in Shimar’s body,
it was strengthened by Ron’s sleep deprived mind, emotional turmoil and grief.
He embarrassingly found himself sobbing and saying,
“Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll give you all of the materials I have
on the serum/vaccine.”
Dorina stood up and walked over to Ron, offering
him a tissue for his face.
“Why don’t you take a little break and
get some refreshments.” She said guiding him into a standing position and
assisted him to the door of her office. After locking and resealing the room she faced Rhozura on the screen.
“That bit about the Vulcans was an incredibly genius move, I half believed it myself.” She laughed.
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It was quiet in the briefing room after the latest
news from Star Fleet Command.
The report of an attack on a small correctional facility
on Beta Delta II left the
officers of the Enterprise shocked; with one exception,
Commander Spock.
A supply ship from Star Base IV had arrived at the
small prison with needed supplies. All of the security protocol had been followed
and all of the ship’s crew wore the appropriate uniforms. When the crew
and its commanding officer disembarked the ship and entered into the warden’s office the attack began. The assault on the warden and guards was swift and brutal and started with one word from the supply ship’s
commander. The crew attacked with such force and violence, it was apparent there
were severe injuries afflicted and probably some deaths. What was the most striking
element of the attack was the ship’s crew demeanor. While their actions
were strong and violent, there were no expressions on the faces of the assailants. They
uttered no words or cries and through the heavy fighting and the crew did not appear to be exhausted. It was incongruous to view the placidity of the faces as their actions caused great injury to the warden
and guards. After subduing the correctional staff, the ship’s crew went
through the facility where they released two Orion prisoners, a Telerite and one Klingon.
When the prisoners were free, another one word command was given by the ships commander and his crew stopped their
actions and froze in place. They were left behind by the commander and prisoners.
Three guards had been killed in the attack but the
warden and two guards survived. During the debriefing of the attack, the crew
left behind did not talk, eat or sleep nor did they respond to any commands or questions.
The crew was taken to Star Base X for a full medical assessment.
Dr. Tsiu, the CMO on Star Base X, had sent the results
of their findings to Dr. McCoy, who was ordered to investigate the situation on Star Base IV.
He was to rendezvous with the USS Lexington and from there go with a medical team to Star Base IV.
“The reports that I received on the supply
ship’s crew were puzzling.” McCoy relayed to the members of the staff meeting.
“Every test, with the exception of the spectro-encephalogram was normal.
Dr. Tsiu told me the crew were completely, willfully immobile. There were
no nerve or musculo-skeletal anomalies that accounted for their immobility. They
did not respond to commands as they did for their commander in the correctional facility, they did not respond to any stimuli
and they did not seem to be aware of their location.”
“What’s being done for them, Bones?”
Captain Jim Kirk asked.
“Now they are on intravenous and liquid feedings. They have to be assisted with
their bodily functions and hygiene. They are pretty much in an awake comatose state, if that means any sense.” McCoy said.
“Doctor, is the cause of this state of being
known?” Commander Spock asked.
“Yes, it is and it’s an ugly cause. Apparently there was an epidemic on Star Base IV from where the supply ship left. From the information I have gathered from Dr. Shimar, the Chief of Staff at the base
hospital, a bacterium had been brought to Star Base IV on the very same supply ship that arrived on Beta Delta II. This disease eventually killed all of the crew on that ship and then it spread quickly throughout Star
Base IV. Dr. Shimar lost his five year old daughter to the infection.” McCoy stopped and let out a long sigh, “Dr. Shimar used Bio-Munasist to treat
the patients afflicted with the bacteria. “
“Is this the same Bio-Munasist that you created?” Spock asked.
“The very same, Spock. Unfortunately, Dr. Shimar did not follow my strict protocol for using my serum and disastrous effects occurred.” McCoy said.
“What disastrous effects were those, Bones?” Kirk asked.
McCoy cleared his throat and looked at the officers
seated around the table before replying.
“Bio-Munasist does what our bodies defenses
should do when exposed to an infection, only it has added immune compounds from many humanoids. I have adapted it to be accepted by any humanoid without a reaction against this serum by the recipient,
thus causing a greater burden on the person’s immune system. The serum
assists and amplifies the body’s ability to fight any bacteria, virus, fungus
or other pathogen that a person is exposed to. However, there are bacteria
and viruses that can mutate the serum so that the person’s defenses accept the contaminated serum as their own immune
defenses. In the case on Star Base IV, the bacteria had an affinity for the brain,
primarily the frontal cortex and the limbic system. These two centers of the
brain I like to define as the dilithium crystals of emotion and the constraints placed on the power by the ship’s engineering
section. The mind has the ability to experience a flood of emotion, the dilithium;
but to keep the ship from being blown apart from such an energy release; we have our miracle worker, Mr. Scott to keep the
power in check.” McCoy said as he shot a glance at Scotty.
“When I’ve had me scotch, I can do both.” Scotty said proudly. There was a brief
release of tension and laughter.
McCoy continued, “After a person receives the
serum, there is an increase in the emotional part of the brain, then all function of the frontal cortex and limbic center
are changed. This leaves the individual open to suggestion and unable to function
independently.”
“So, Bones, it’s the bacterial toxin
in the serum that is causing all of these bizarre side effects.” Kirk said
seriously. “This would be a powerful weapon in the hands of the wrong people.”
“Absolutely, Jim. What I don’t understand is why Dr. Shimar allowed the serum to be placed on the interplanetary market,
when he knew what the actions of the serum would be. However, having lost his
five tear old daughter to this disease he might be desperate to try anything. When
I talked with him, he seemed distracted and was mumbling something about a promise to bring back his daughter.” McCoy said, his thoughts briefly flashed to his daughter, Joanna.
“From what Star Fleet intelligence had informed
us, the Star Base’s Commander Kranov had some of the dealings behind the selling of the serum.” Spock said.
“Ah, yes, dear Dorina.” Kirk said basically to himself.
“Are you acquainted with this Commander, Captain?”
Spock asked, eye brow raised.
“We, um, shared an experience.” Kirk
said slightly blushing. “Although quite attractive, she’s quite a
predator. Let’s say her ladders of success are placed with some questionable
alliances. She can also be unpredictable and ruthless in her pursuits.”
“Why is she allowed to hold such a position
with Star Fleet?” Lt. Uhura asked, her dark eyes flashing with anger over
the situation.
“She’s being kept on Star Base IV.” Kirk answered and there were several “Oh’s”
around the table. “Unfortunately, this situation
with the serum had opened an opportunity for profit. Dr. Shimar’s serum-vaccine
was being hailed as a miracle, although he took credit for the serum from Dr. McCoy.
Despite the damaging effects that we heard from Dr. McCoy, there is a great demand for this serum on the black market,
particularly with the Orions. ” Turning his attention back to McCoy, “Bones,
what will your first actions be when you arrive on Star Base IV?”
“Well, number one; confiscate all of the serum
and dispose of it. Then I will try to
study this bacterium further. It appears to have been recently discovered and there are no successful treatments against it. Once we have the toxins isolated and adapt the Bio-Munasist to neutralize the effects on the body, we can
have an effective vaccine against it. This will be difficult due to the adaptability
and mutability of this pathogen. As far as the poor souls who received the serum
are concerned; it appears that the damage is permanent.”
“Sounds like a lot of work, Bones. How many doctors, nurses and pathologists will you have working with you?” Kirk asked feeling that sense of danger creeping up the back of his neck.
“Well, there’s me, Pathologist Germander
from the Lexington, two nurses and
two lab technologists. Of course, I will be working with Dr. Shimar and his staff.”
McCoy answered hesitantly as he saw a familiar expression
of Jim’s face.
He glanced over at Spock and saw the same concern
reflected there also. “Come on, Jim, I’ve been in worse situations
before. I’ll be very careful.”
McCoy said trying not to let his temper rise.
It
was four months ago that McCoy was wounded on a medical mission. He was hit by shrapnel from an explosion; the bomb contained
a virus that was dangerous to ‘outworlders’. It took the medical
team hours to identify what McCoy had been exposed to and none of their antiviral medications were effective. By the time he and the medical team were rescued, McCoy was gravely ill.
McCoy spent four days in the intensive care in Sick Bay and it took three weeks for him to recover completely. After that incident, is when McCoy developed Bio-Munasist. Now this serum was being
used as a malignant weapon to destroy the minds and wills of innocent people.
“That’s another matter I need to bring
up.” Kirk said to everyone at the table, “There has been some scuttle-butt
picked up by Star Fleet intelligence that it is now known that it was Dr. McCoy who had developed Bio-Munasist and there is
a great demand for his serum and for our dear Doctor himself.”
McCoy huffed, “Poppycock! I can’t imagine why they would want me. What alarms me is the selling of this serum and who is using
this serum. Anyone who receives it will lose all voluntary control of their mind. This would be a very efficient weapon in the hands of the Klingons. This serum is extremely dangerous to many races.”
Spock looked at McCoy, his dark brown eyes piercing,
“There are other pathogens that could be tried to mutate your serum as well and there is a limited supply of the serum. This makes your serum an invaluable commodity, Doctor McCoy, as well as yourself. I would be highly vigilant during your stay on Star Base IV.”
McCoy looked at Spock and then at Kirk with an expression
of irritation.
“I think that you both are getting too paranoid…” McCoy began; Kirk and Spock were really getting on his nerves by their overprotection.
“Vulcans do not experience paranoia, Doctor. The intelligence received has come from a reliable source and bares consideration.” Spock said.
Kirk leaned in closer to McCoy, “Bones, I don’t
want you going there and getting exposed to another bug, you almost died. I sure
as hell don’t want you going into a situation that could get you kidnapped or killed.
I wish Star Fleet would allow more security teams to accompany you. They
thought it was imperative that you go but did not view this situation as hazardous.
For all we know, Dr. Shimar may be behind some of these strange reactions of the serum and working with an illegal
drug market, and you’ll be walking right into his trap.”
McCoy stared at Kirk as if he had grown three heads.
“Jim, those ideas are too bizarre for
even you to think of. Like I said earlier, I have been in much rougher and more
dangerous situations before.” As he finished, McCoy could tell Kirk would
not back down from these suspicions.
“Captain,” Spock said, “I have
a solution. I am not needed on our next assignment and I will accompany Doctor
McCoy on his medical assignment.”
“Now wait just a damned minute.” McCoy started to say.
“As usual, Spock, you always have the best
solutions. I would feel better if you went with Bones.” Kirk said looking relieved.
Spock had a faint expression of victory that he directed
at McCoy and who returned the expression with one of his deep scowls.
“Well, Doctor, it seems that we have a lot
of planning to do. I suggest that we meet at Sickbay to go over the supplies
needed.” Spock stood up from his chair
and headed out the doors of the conference room.
Kirk and McCoy remained alone at the table. Kirk could tell that McCoy was seething.
“Bones, I don’t want you getting into
a situation that I know is above your ability to handle.” Kirk said looking
into his friend’s blue eyes.
“Above my ability to handle? Jim, I am quite capable to taking care of myself. The situation
is a medical one of which I am well prepared for.’ McCoy said as he gathered
his equipment.
Kirk stopped him with his hand on his arm. “The last situation was medical and look what happened, but I’m not talking about the medical
aspects of this mission. I’m talking about the security aspect. You could
be headed into unknown dangers at the hands of these persons who want your serum and or you.
There is little security assigned to this mission. I think we both know
that Spock is the correct choice in this matter, because of his Vulcan strength and his scientific knowledge.”
McCoy sighed and nodded his head. Kirk was correct in this decision and he had to admit that having Spock along would supply the necessary
security and scientific knowledge to make this mission a success. In fact, McCoy
was relieved that Spock would be joining him.
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