“It would be nearly impossible to stop. Best case scenario is severe loss of life on this ship if it gets loose.” Wotref’s face was a careful blank, not giving a clue as to his feelings. He asked Tep, “Where did this organism come from? How did it infect Matara Candy?” The doctor shook his head. “I have no idea. We should probably look at that last shore leave. Run tests on everyone who went down on Darotkin to make sure no one else has been affected.” “Do it. Send word to the destroyers that their crews must also be tested.” The first officer pointed out, “Bio sensors picked up nothing when everyone returned to the ship from shore leave. But you say this is a biological entity.” Tep shrugged. “Maybe it was dormant until it found the right host. Full stasis can fool bio sensors. Maybe this thing was in a kind of stasis.” He shook his head.
