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The Virus Part 6
Posted By: monitor101<wasup1989@hotmail.com>
Date: 31 July 2003, 8:21 PM


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Conspiracy
(Covenant cruiser in slip space exiting New Bisson system, 0955 hours)
The Elite Klar 'Kunamee shuffled down the long hallway towards the Chamber of Masters with the all too familiar Grunt Nosliw at his side who was trying to keep up even with Kunamee's slow, steady stride. 'Kunamee had been summoned yet again by the Prophet council and since he was officially labeled a witness of the event and along with Nosliw would have to consult in front of the head council at the Central Court of Affairs.
'Kunamee came to a set of double doors and the doors opened to reveal a waiting room and a Prophet aid came out. His gold armor gleamed in the evenly lit room. Another Elite came out this one with black armor; he had in his hand a plasma pistol and the other a pair of energy cuffs.
"Give all weapons you are armed with," the Elite said. He quickly took them and dropped them in a black box. "Put your hand here," he said again.
'Kunamee hated the routine and did what he was told. For a brief second he flinched as the scanner took samples of the outer layers of skin and processed the DNA. 'Kunamee was about to tale his hand off when a sharp pain shot through his hand as if something pricked him. He jerked back to see a needle sticking out of the scanner.
"What the hell was that?" 'Kunamee demanded, he looked at the Elite then at his hand.
"That was a blood test to see if you are a carrier of the Plague, it's the Masters orders since this whole thing has become widely known all personnel are to be given blood tests and you are not positive, your not a carrier," the Elite said as he watched the data read out.
Nosliw was given the same routine check and he gave a yelp as the needle pricked his hand and took a sample of blood. He too was not a carrier.
The aid took 'Kunamee and Nosliw into the waiting room. "The Grunt will wait here 'Kunamee go right on in," he said.
Nosliw hung back and took a seat on a grav seat. He watched as 'Kunamee walked through a pair of double doors. Nosliw got a brief look at the cavernous room of the Prophet council. He sighed and picked up month unit issue of covenant weekly.
'Kunamee stood in the cavernous room of the Prophets and studied this all too familiar room. The ceiling was at least 40 feet units and the pillars that supported it were engraved with sculptures of Covenant gods and other stuff. The room was massive and spread out for at least a hundred feet units.
"Ah Master Klar 'Kunamee right on time as scheduled, please take a seat we have much to discuss," a minor Prophet came hovering out from the dark expanse of the room.
"Excellency may I ask why I was summoned here with my greatest respect?" 'Kunamee asked.
"Yes you may 'Kunamee you have been summoned here to discuss the significance of the Plague and how we can use it to wipe out the virus that has plagued us for so long humans," the Prophet said.
"Yes I understand," 'Kunamee said.
"Now the Plague is a Plague to end all Plagues we have little knowledge of it and almost no idea to combat it except for a weak vaccine," the Prophet bobbed slightly as a small breeze hit it from a cooling vent.
"You have a vaccine?" 'Kunamee stood up from his grav seat.
"Yes one that barely works we have taken a body from the planet that you encountered it on and studied it. Our top Biologists have found that the Plague is a super virus that melts one entire victim and liquefies them and the liquid they become begins to evaporate. We have taken a badly preserved body and frozen it in liquid nitrogen. We have taken a look into this type of virus and classified it as an aerobiological agent. This type of aerosol or bio-aerosol (A fine powder or droplet of liquid that can be dispersed into the air) agent is genetically formed with a deadly bacterium that melts flesh. We believe however that the humans have genetically altered the virus's genetic code and the bacteria's and engineered it together to create this super Plague (The Covenant call the virus the plague). Due to the unique genetic code the vaccination can only take out the virus's protein coat inside the outer defenses (Normal virus's are surrounded by protein but this virus is surrounded by an outer defensive coat made of enzymes then by a second coat of a protein coat which protects the virus particles nucleus). If we can find a more effective way to take out the outer defenses and the vaccine will kill the second layer of protein and if we can find a way to kill the nucleus then we have a cure but until then we are venerable."
As 'Kunamee was listening to this the Prophet aid Meko 'Moramee came into the cavernous room, his gold armor gleaming in the light. 'Kunamee heard his foot steps and turned around.
"Greetings 'Moramee we were just discussing the Plague," the Prophet said looking over 'Kunamee's shoulder.
"Excellency it is an honor to be in your presence once more," 'Moramee bowed and rose to give 'Kunamee a simple nod.
"Klar 'Kunamee what you are hearing is strictly confidential to the highest levels. You are here by sworn to secrecy. Do you understand?" the Prophet demanded.
"Yes excellency I understand," 'Kunamee bowed his head.
"Good then I will begin, as of two cycles from now we will engage the Humans on a planet in one big battle. We will have a fighting force that will hopefully hold their own against the Human forces but as the battle is waging a small team of Elites will disperse the Plague into the air on our own soldiers and the Humans. When all of them have been subject to the Plague the team of Elites will move in and inject each victim Human and Covenant alike with an updated version of the vaccine this one with an experimental type of antibody that can barely eat its way through the outer enzyme layer. Our casualties are expendable and just means that we have more test subjects," the Prophet finished.
"Yes Excellency a brilliantly mastered plan and I will not tell anyone," 'Kunamee said as he stood up.
"Indeed leave us now the council has many matters to attend to," the Prophet said as he watched 'Kunamee bow and exit the chamber. The Prophet waited for the double doors to open and then signaled for 'Moramee to come closer, he did so.
"Meko 'Kunamee cannot be fully trusted he might tell that little Grunt friend of his that is why I want you to follow him and listen in their conversation. Take a sound recording device with you."
(UNSC cruiser Gladiator exiting the New Bisson system, 1959 hours)
Doctor Webber followed Dr. Brooks, the two guards and Holmes through the corridor to the docking bay which was covered in the plastic bubble coverings on every wall, the floor, and ceiling.
Webber went to the side and leaned against a bulkhead. He made sure no one was around and he pulled out a palm pad that was about the size of a small book. He pulled out the electronic pen and tapped it against the pad's screen. He connected to Net C (in the world where there are billions of people each world has its own internet net for short, Net C is the net for planet Reach note these events took place before he Fall of Reach the year is 2550) and opened up his personal email account and opened up a Compose page. Webber scrolled down his list of contacts until he found the name Hood, Paul. He put the name on the send slot and typed his message which read:
Message to: Gen. Paul Hood UNSC Bio Weapons commander
Message location: FLEETCOM HQ Earth
Message from: Dr. Webber M.D. ONI Bio Div
Message sender location: UNSC Gladiator gird 00238 vector destination Reach HQ
Message:
Paul its Web we have an outbreak of Deforma we've already got two dead one of them was already in the early stages of replication. We had to give him one in the head, an acceptable loss. The cover was he died from the virus. We're sending you the body as we speak its frozen and preserved. Don't give the cold shoulder for not legally following the containment procedures. I'm sure you want all witness's exterminated I'll take care of it so relax this burden is mine not yours. Have a nice day.
Web


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To Be Continued...





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