From:		Jorith
Date:		17 January 1996 21:20
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette (BBS)
Subject:		RE: Zero-G Team

} [Lt. Cmdr. Kindle - Zero-G Team]

	"The show is all yours Detrick." The Tellarite worked skillfully inside the panel while Chandy and the other members of the team lent their hands at other spots along the umbilical's length.
	"Tricking these umbilicals is easy, Sir. I'm ready. Just give the word."
	"Captain, this is Kindle. We're all set here. If all goes well, in a few minutes the Lafayette will drift far enough to allow your airlock to decompress. It's going to be a wild ride so be prepared." Another wave of nausea swept over Chandy. Her eyes closed in an effort to keep from vomiting. She became aware of how much she was sweating despite her suit's attempts to keep her cool. "Lafayette, this is Kindle. Umm, some of the team members are experiencing extreme nausea and some troubles with muscle coordination - more than what would be normally be felt in zero-g situations. Can you have a medical team ready to check us all out when we return?"

<waits for reply>

	"Okay Detrick, do your thing." From where she was, Chandy didn't notice any change. "Detrick?"
	"All done, Sir."
	"Zahn, this is Kindle. What can you tell me?"
	"We are detacted from the Umbilical, Chief, but the StarBase reports no change. All their sensors show we are still docked."
	"Like I said Sir, easy trick."
	"Good work Detrick. Captain this is Kindle. The Lafayette is detacted. Now we just have to wait for the airlock to decompr- gahh!" A sharp explosion of pain tore through Chandy's body making her gasp. Her suit's cooling unit felt like it had been turned on high and the sweat on her face felt like ice. A freezing numbness gripped her toes and began to work it's way up. Trying to keep the fear and bile out of her mouth by swallowing hard, she barely whispered into her comm, "Lafayette, can you beam up the team, now?"

[occ: Anybody know when we'll get a Medical Officer aboard this ship? :) ]