Chapter 42: Parasite
March 2414
Kirina watched with awe and horror as the pink creature crawled into the Ferengi’s mouth. She could barely believe her eyes as it took control of his body and began speaking with the Klingon Captain as if they were old acquaintances. Worse still, by the way they were talking, it was clear that she was next.
“We’ll have to do something about that wound,” the Klingon said, “It’ll be a few days before another is available, and she won’t survive that long.”
A pair of microfilaments and the protoplaser’s isolinear interface, that she managed to swipe when she was allowed the use of a medkid, were all the tools she needed. She stopped the bleeding first, of course, but her wound remained otherwise untended. Her real concern was finding a way to resist the parasite.
She’d seen it in action. Based on its size and method of entry, she knew the brainstem could be the only target. No strength of will and no medication would be enough to fight it. There were very few things in the universe, she assumed, that would be capable doing what she needed to do. As luck would have it, she had one of those things.
She carefully removed a small hypospray vial from a hidden pocket inside her shirt. It was nothing less than a small miracle that it hadn’t broken while she was unconscious. She slid the filaments into the vial, and connected the interface. A visible shift in the liquid occurred. Nanites, clinging to the filaments.
“It’s time,” the controlled Ferengi called out as he entered the room carrying a small box. His timing was impeccable. Kirina quickly lowered her hand from her neck, just barely managing to slide her makeshift injector into a corner where it wouldn’t be noticed.
The effect was immediate. The Romulan’s head was pounding, and she barely noticed as the Ferengi opened his box and released the parasite. Her vision was blurred and green-shifted; distant voices was all she heard. She couldn’t move.
She felt the parasite crawl up her arm, but she couldn’t stop it. She felt it touch her lips, but she couldn’t fight it. She felt the wretched thing as it entered her mouth, and she felt the pain as it burrowed its way to her spinal cord. She wasn’t afraid of it. She’d made her preparations, crude as they were.
In the next few moments, the parasite would be killed. The only question remaining in Kirina’s mind was whether or not her body would survive the battle.