Filing After Hours

Booker sat in the security office, finishing up his report for the powers that be.  The events aboard the Flammarion were less of interest to him than the possession of one of their own crew.  Considering the potential security threat if a senior officer had been taken over, his first priority had been to find some sort of defense from this invasion.  But it was pretty far beyond him, more geared towards science than physically restraining someone.  Then came the problem of body jumping.  Moving from one to another, who could say the entity wouldn't jump to the security personnel guarding the 'infected' individual?

These were some of the summary points in his final report.  Hitting a few buttons on the terminal in front of him, he closed it down for the night.  It would pass up the chain to the captain, with a supplementary copy going to Sciences.  Beyond him, now.

Standing, he cracked his neck, figuring he'd get in a late night workout before hitting the rack.  He changed into his workout gear and headed down towards the holodeck.  Personally, he'd prefer to run the gantry system through Engineering – the hilly-type stair system through the guts of the ship offered a more genuine, real experience than a hologram, in his opinion.  But that was probably just his own less-than-stellar opinion of technology as a whole conflicting with the personnel needs of the ship.