noqreport--2020-02-03--Star Trek: Shadow Prime Book I – Chapter 12

Welcome to the next exciting installment of Star Trek : Shadow Prime Book I .
If you ’ ve ever wondered what Star Trek would be like as a modern , Tom Clancy-esque techno-thriller , you ’ ve come to the right place .
Just in case you ’ ve missed the previous installments , you can find them here : As I mentioned before , if you like this book and want to see it in print , ping Simon & Schuster and Pocket Books on social media and let them know !
“ That ’ s what it @ @ @ @ @ @ @ tactical officer replied from her station at the rear of the bridge , her eyes riveted to her display as she called up more information .
“ Originating from Enterprise ’ s battle hull , amidships .
I ’ d guess deck twenty nine or thirty.
” “ Get me confirmation , ” the captain snapped .
He could already feel the blood accelerating in his veins as a cold stab of panic ran straight through him .
“ I need to know what ’ s happening on that ship !
” “ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , while the rest of the bridge crew took stark measure of the captain ’ s tone .
She pored over the readings one more time , shaking her head as she looked up at Quintax .
“ Definitely not a malfunction or ambient noise—it ’ s the real deal.
” The panel beeped at her again .
“ Detecting two more discharges .
Signal is moving aft.
” Dammit , Quintax thought .
This was supposed to be quick and simple .
No complications !
That ’ s what it said—no complications @ @ @ @ @ @ @ that the Ponsak could deliver on that promise ?
At the time it had seemed so easy , so reasonable—but that had been with a monster staring him down , weaving whatever spell those damned things used to coax their victims .
Now it was all starting to fall apart , and Quintax had to consider the unthinkable .
What if the Ponsak fails ?
He simply couldn ’ t lose the initiative .
Terrence Blake wouldn ’ t stand for it .
Alarms went off as the overhead lights dimmed , with @ @ @ @ @ @ @ s defensive systems .
Quintax listened to the steady stream of chatter that flooded the bridge , stations reporting in one after the other until the last of them indicated its readiness .
With that , a charged silence descended over everyone—not least the man in the center seat .
The deck thrumming beneath his feet , Quintax could only watch as Enterprise peeled away on the viewscreen , farther and farther until Dauntless settled into her new orbit .
A safe enough distance , Quintax thought , assuming the Ponsak succeeded in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ to dust .
If not , his own phasers were already charged and on standby .
Survival did not dictate its actions , not in the long term .
Its own death was irrelevant—and in the context of the mission , inevitable .
But it did need to buy time , to make certain that its sabotage would remain undiscovered .
Drawing its adversaries away from the computer core would facilitate that , if only long enough to allow the Black Box to do its work .
Then the mission would be complete @ @ @ @ @ @ @ justified .
It would allow nothing to prevent that .
And so it killed .
And killed .
And killed again .
Geordi La Forge heard himself shout the warning , almost out of reflex .
Three bodies already lay on the floor , cut down by bright green salvos that seemed to come out of nowhere and struck with uncanny accuracy .
Chief Costa had been first , taking one in the chest as he put himself between La Forge and the intruder .
The others had gone down less than two @ @ @ @ @ @ @ man , each one deadly .
From there the intruder had fled into the corridor , leading a blistering torrent of return fire .
Like a fool , La Forge charged after the intruder without thinking .
Blinded now by fury , he picked up the chief ’ s rifle and hurled himself into the corridor , laying down a field of fire in his advance .
The intruder dodged his attack with ease , responding with a single tight burst .
Had La Forge been looking with human eyes , he would @ @ @ @ @ @ @ his VISOR , though , detected its energy signature in just enough time for him to hit the deck , the beam blasting a hole in the wall instead of his head .
A shower of hot cinders rained down on him , pocking his already ruined uniform with burn holes .
La Forge cursed out of pain and rage , trying to keep his head clear enough to squeeze off another shot .
The security team , meanwhile , rolled out of the core in a cover formation , the ones in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ of phaser fire—for all the good it did .
The intruder picked off two more of them in quick succession , pummeling a third as they attempted to fall back .
Half the team down , La Forge grimaced .
What the hell are we up against ?
The answer came in what seemed like a dozen more blasts—not the precise , targeted rounds that had done so much damage , but a random barrage that slammed bulkheads and melted them into coppery-black lava flows .
One of Costa ’ s people dove @ @ @ @ @ @ @ to La Forge with a hard , painful thud .
He threw himself on top of her , just as another hot shower of debris covered them , then pulled her off into the relative shelter of a nearby alcove .
“ God damn it !
” the woman seethed , coughing up smoke .
Her face was covered in grime and soot , blood trickling down her forehead .
“ If I could get just one clear shot at this son of a bitch— ” “ Just be glad you ’ re @ @ @ @ @ @ @ making her focus on the immediate problem .
“ What ’ s your name , petty officer ?
” “ Congratulations , Grail .
You ’ re now in charge of the security team.
” “ What ’ s left of it.
” She peered down the corridor grimly .
“ We got no comms , no approach and no clear way to gank this thing .
Not what you ’ d call a tactically viable scenario.
” “ Tricorders don ’ t work for shit .
How about your VISOR ?
” @ @ @ @ @ @ @ line of sight—but I think our friend has figured that out already.
” “ Well , he ain ’ t going anywhere , ” Grail observed .
“ Even if he gets past us , the only thing past this section is engineering access—and that ’ s all sealed off with emergency doors and force fields .
We just need to hold him off long enough for backup to get here.
” “ Sounds like three minutes too long , ” La Forge said .
“ Not that it matters .
I don @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ’ s got in mind .
He ’ s playing with us.
” Another blast caused them both to duck .
“ Oh , yeah , ” La Forge affirmed .
“ He ’ s got some kind of cloak—but he sticks his head out every few seconds , just to keep us thinking we can get him.
” He winced at the bodies piled up in the corridor .
“ You can see where that ’ s gotten us.
” “ So what do we do ?
” “ I was about @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ” the chief engineer said , though he found his mind drifting in another direction entirely .
It was no accident that they had found the intruder here—in fact , it was no accident that they had found him at all .
With his ability to almost disappear at will , he could have easily stayed hidden .
No , the only reason the intruder had stepped out of the shadows was because he wanted to be seen .
The bloody chase he now led was only another part of that plan .
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ computer core ?
La Forge didn ’ t have time to finish the thought before his VISOR went crazy again , and saw what looked like a streak of light with arms and legs crawling up the bulkhead five meters in front of them .
Startled into action , he shouted for Grail to get down and opened up with his rifle again , this time firing at wide dispersal and not even bothering to take aim .
The surviving members of the security team , holed up in scattered locations , followed @ @ @ @ @ @ @ with their own weapons .
For several seconds , the entire section filled with the heat and high-pitched scream of phaser fire , sparks and smoke metastasizing into dazzling and lethal blooms .
In those moments , it seemed as if the fury they unleashed might blow the entire ship apart—but they kept pouring it on , stopping only when their weapons became too hot to touch .
Utterly spent , the bestial roar receded into a leaden silence .
Into that void , a gaseous hiss insinuated itself as fire suppression mist @ @ @ @ @ @ @ scanned the horizon again .
All was still .
“ I don ’ t know , ” he told her , “ but I wouldn ’ t bet on it.
” Grail craned her neck to get a look through all the damage .
“ Skipper ’ s gon na be pissed when he sees the mess we made.
” “ You let me worry about that , ” La Forge said , leaning in close to her .
“ Listen , Grail—I need you to get back to SFSA and contact the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ core number three offline immediately .
Then have the transporter room prepare a site to site transport .
And this part is vital : persistent state , this section to main engineering .
Say it back to me.
” “ Persistent state , this section to main engineering , ” Grail repeated , committing it to memory .
“ Got it .
But how are you going to get a beam in here ?
This place is a dead zone.
” “ Shielding tapers off around the next juncture .
It ’ s @ @ @ @ @ @ @ it ought to be wide enough for one to get through.
” Grail looked at him like he was crazy .
“ Don ’ t I know it , ” La Forge said , staring down as far of that distance as he could .
Even with his VISOR sweeping the way , he would practically be going blind—and in the crosshairs of a sniper that hardly ever missed .
“ But I need to know what that bastard did to my ship , and I ’ m not going to find out @ @ @ @ @ @ @ logic of it , and pointed down the corridor .
“ Figure about five seconds to reach the target , ” she said .
“ Another second or two for the transporter to get a lock , then another two seconds for beam out .
My guys will give you as much protection as they can.
” “ Great .
How much time you need to do your thing ?
” “ No more than sixty seconds—then you haul ass.
” “ I ’ ll cover your retreat .
On the count of @ @ @ @ @ @ @ deep breath , as if it might be her last .
Lieutenant Commander Data ’ s positronic brain was multitasking , processing the teraflops of calculations that made his synthetic brand of sentience possible .
In the here and now , that translated into the incredibly complex neural patterns that manifested themselves in myriad ways , most of them a mimicry of human thought but far too fast for human contemplation .
Many cycles oriented toward Data ’ s concern for Geordi La Forge , whom he considered his closest friend , though @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , more of a concept than an actual experience .
It also factored into Data ’ s analysis of the current alert status , and the unconfirmed reports of heavy fighting down near the engineering computer core .
At the moment , most of those efforts were geared toward determining the identity of the hostile force engaging the security teams—though it seemed unlikely that an intruder could have beamed aboard undetected , at least not through conventional means .
While Data contemplated all of this , along with the millions of other details @ @ @ @ @ @ @ also executed the more rudimentary aspects of his duty as master of ship ’ s operations .
Part of that included making the various course adjustments necessary for Enterprise to maintain a standard orbit .
Performed as a matter of routine , these adjustments required no supervision from the captain or the officer of the watch—only the pushing of a button or two , most of the time without a second thought .
And so it was that Data , who did not realize the significance of what he was about to do @ @ @ @ @ @ @ next inclination change .
In exactly one minute and thirteen seconds , he would then fire the ship ’ s Orbital Maneuvering System ( OMS ) to nudge Enterprise back into a proper attitude .
And , in doing so , would start a chain reaction designed to kill them all .
She fell over the body of Specialist Divers , whose hollow skull turned and regarded her in a grisly imitation of life .
Grail shoved him away , more angry than repulsed , dragging herself back up to her feet and @ @ @ @ @ @ @ station .
With her run of luck , she half expected to find the power out or the console smashed , something else to seal her doom inside of this godforsaken part of the ship .
Miraculously , though , the panel responded to her touch , the screen coming alive and ticking off list of available subsystems .
Hurriedly , she punched up communications and initiated an emergency call .
“ Core to bridge , ” she said .
“ You can ’ t be serious !
” Miles O ’ Brien @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , he ’ d been asked to do some crazy things , but never a stunt like this .
Never even in simulation .
Never even in his worst dreams .
“ Commander La Forge believes the core may be in danger , ” Picard barked over the intercom .
“ He needs to get back to engineering , but all his routes are cut off .
In his estimation , this is the only way.
” “ By running head-on into a persistent transporter beam ?
Before I even get a lock @ @ @ @ @ @ @ head .
“ Even if I could maintain beam integrity that long , chances are it ’ ll never hold .
He ’ ll end up smeared all over engineering by the time he gets there.
” “ Just tell me if it ’ s possible , chief.
” O ’ Brien clenched his teeth .
He hated this .
He ’ d been pushing his luck for a long time , and knew one day it would catch up with him .
That was the day he promised to retire and ditch @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Looks like that day has arrived .
O ’ Brien swore under his breath , putting his hands on the transporter console .
For the second time in twenty-four hours , he was about to push the thing in ways it was never meant to be pushed .
Punching up a deck plan , he zeroed in on a sweet spot about eight meters past the entrance to the computer core—right in the middle of no man ’ s land , if what he heard was correct .
His hand slid across the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ as the pads energized , which quickly built into a high-pitched wail as the transporter couldn ’ t find a lock .
“ It ’ s working , sir , ” O ’ Brien reported , but with a grave expression .
“ Commander La Forge better make it fast.
” But the captain didn ’ t answer .
He had already signed off .
And O ’ Brien had to wonder if La Forge was already dead .
La Forge counted off the seconds in his head , the last ten inexorably @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ’ t need a watch for accuracy .
As these were probably the last few seconds of his life , he knew on an instinctive level .
The wild card , though , was Grail .
If she hadn ’ t been able to reach the bridge… Then this is gon na be a really short run .
Closing his eyes behind his VISOR , he felt the adrenaline building in his system .
The urge to move was epic , primal , impossible to resist—and yet he resisted , his body coiled @ @ @ @ @ @ @ they seemed to draw energy from his surroundings .
The rhythms of the ship became his own , his muscles an extension of her limitless power .
Until the seconds ran out , and it was time .
He sprang off of the bulkhead , using that momentum to give himself an extra burst of speed .
He didn ’ t think .
He was only dimly aware of his own existence .
There was only the feel of his feet connecting with the deck , and the way ahead , opening before @ @ @ @ @ @ @ He immediately broke the line held by the last few members of the security team .
In the slow-motion spectacle inside his mind , La Forge caught a glimpse of their reactions : shock piled on panic followed by realization as they saw what he was doing , then a mad scramble to assume new positions on his flank .
Almost in unison , they started to lay down a field of fire , hot beams enveloping La Forge like a halo before they careened past and carved out a path for him @ @ @ @ @ @ @ line , La Forge fired his own rifle in short , controlled bursts , making damned sure that nothing stood in his way .
Then he saw it , rounding a turn just a few meters out in front : a shimmering blue curtain , pouring out of thin air , infusing the atmosphere with a telltale thrum he had heard a thousand times before .
Stray beams of phaser fire struck at its periphery , some bouncing harmlessly off to the side while others got absorbed like light falling into a black @ @ @ @ @ @ @ need to see the full spectrum through his VISOR to know that the curtain was unstable .
The ebb and flow of its fading pattern was visible even to the naked eye .
Just hold for a few more seconds… But the green harbinger of death would not allow it .
La Forge saw it coalesce in front of the curtain : a vaguely humanoid shape that appeared and disappeared in the space of a millisecond , leaving a high-energy burst in its wake .
He ducked and rolled , the intruder ’ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ it buried itself in the deck behind him .
The force of the resulting explosion actually picked La Forge up and deposited him back on his feet—an amazing stroke of luck that he didn ’ t question .
He just kept his focus , a razor slicing through the chaos : fire , take a step , fire , take a step .
His VISOR put him at less than four meters away .
To his skin , it felt even closer .
Electricity washed over him in a flood , a kind @ @ @ @ @ @ @ retreat with the beat of his own heart—a cycle on a downward curve , spiraling .
La Forge knew the curtain was dying , even faster than he had anticipated .
Equations penetrated his mind : quantum physics , spin states , matter and energy inserting themselves like unwelcome distractions in a fight for survival .
But no matter how much he tried to deny them , those basic laws held firm .
The curtain was weak .
Each burst of weapons fire only made it weaker .
And as close as he @ @ @ @ @ @ @ he could reach it .
Then he would be left in the open , alone .
And the intruder would have him .
“ Picard to engineering !
” the captain shouted .
The fingers of his left hand gripped the armrest of his command chair tightly , those of his right tapped anxiously .
“ Report status !
” The comm channel was wide open .
He could hear the voices of the engineering staff buzzing like distant static , speaking in snippets he caught here and there—but nothing he could use @ @ @ @ @ @ @ happened .
“ Lieutenant , ” Picard said to Worf , unable to wait any longer , “ get me a location on Commander La Forge.
” Worf brought the information up on his panel .
The Klingon watched as the computer tried to get a lock on La Forge ’ s comm badge , his expression a mixture of impatience and frustration .
“ Unable to get a precise lock , ” he said , trying several times to get an exact reading .
“ The signal appears to be originating in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ the passage of interminable seconds , the panel beeped at him affirmatively .
“ Got him .
Commander La Forge is now in main engineering , captain.
” “ Then what the bloody hell is going on ?
” Picard seethed .
“ Engineering !
Someone—anyone—acknowledge this call !
” There came the sound of shuffling , and a haggard voice answered .
Picard ’ s heart rose into his throat and seemed to stop when he heard the tone—one that told the captain that he , like Chief O ’ Brien , @ @ @ @ @ @ @ breaking point .
Everyone around Picard stared at him , wanting—needing—an answer to a question that none of them dared to ask .
But Picard already knew .
In between the silences , in the place where unspeakable torment lives , he already knew .
Still , he spoke the words : “ Did Commander La Forge arrive safely ?
” A long pause .
It only hardened the blow .
“ No , sir , ” the voice replied .
“ His communicator got through , but .
.
.the rest of @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Forge felt the hand of God pluck him out of midair .
That grip caught him full in the chest , with enough force to crack ribs and squeeze air out of his lungs , right before it twirled and dangled his body as if it weighed nothing—a mere toy in the hands of some gargantuan child .
La Forge ’ s first thought was that he had reached the curtain just as it collapsed , and that all the sickness and the vertigo and the abject fear were just side effects of @ @ @ @ @ @ @ what it ’ s like to be turned inside out , he pondered , hoping that the end would come swiftly and that what emerged on the other side would at least resemble a human being .
The last thing he wanted was to end up as a puddle some poor bastard would have to clean up with a moth and bucket Anything but that .
Then he hit the floor with a sudden , flaring pain that was absolutely real—and his mind instantly recalibrated to the world at hand , which found @ @ @ @ @ @ @ dumfounded at the ceiling .
Pushing himself up , he felt the hand of God on his chest again—only this time it ripped the comm badge from his uniform and flung it away .
La Forge made no attempt to stop it .
He just watched the device as it skipped like a stone across still waters , then sparkled into nothingness as it passed through the shimmering curtain .
A final act .
With that , the curtain fell .
“ You would not have made it.
” La Forge heard the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Had he been limited by human sight , he wouldn ’ t have even known where to look—but his VISOR guided him , directly to a looming figure came out from the deep and towered over him .
Except that this time , it didn ’ t look like the devil at all .
It still radiated fear like a pestilence , infecting all that came in contact with it—but all the things it had been and all the things it had done , under the cover of darkness and La Forge ’ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ the light now .
And in that light , La Forge beheld the full countenance of his own terror .
Its body constantly shifted colors , almost transparent in the places where it had mimicked its surroundings .
La Forge ’ s VISOR picked out the polychromatic elements imbedded within the surface of what was ordinary , stun resistant body armor—not so much ghost , but the product of an incredibly clever mind .
“ Drop it !
” he heard Grail yell , her voice cracking .
In the corner of his @ @ @ @ @ @ @ remains of the security team .
All of them stood with their phasers leveled at the intruder , with Grail herself out in front .
The intruder paid her no attention .
La Forge , well within point blank range , knew the thing had him dead to rights .
Figuring he had nothing to lose , he slowly rose so that he could face the intruder on his feet .
What are you ?
The engineer cocked his head , studying his own reflection in the opaque glass of the intruder ’ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , it seemed as if he were staring back at himself—not as a reflection , but from somewhere deep within .
All that separated La Forge from that abyss was the unnatural stillness of the creature .
He couldn ’ t possibly believe that whatever existed under that body armor was in any way alive .
“ You wouldn ’ t have made it , ” the intruder said again .
It spoke with a thousand voices , and no voice at all .
Not individual , not collective , just—nothing .
It @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Forge didn ’ t even see— She was only the first .
The rest of them followed suit with deadly purpose , which screamed for vengeance as it passed over the bodies of their fallen comrades .
Some of the beams struck the creature squarely in the chest , some in the head .
None of it mattered .
The resulting whiplash threw the intruder against the bulkhead , against the dead end where it had led them , body armor ringing with the loud clang of metal against metal .
It didn @ @ @ @ @ @ @ more like throwing a glass against the wall and watching it shatter .
Pieces of armor flew apart at the seams , arms and legs separating from the torso and falling into a tangled pile .
The helmet popped free last , and rolled evenly across the deck—almost peacefully—before coming to a rest at La Forge ’ s feet .
Stunned , he knelt down to pick the thing up , turning it over in his hands .
The security team moved in .
Grail attended to La Forge , while the rest @ @ @ @ @ @ @ armor , keeping their weapons trained and taking no chances .
La Forge gave her the helmet , not sure what else to do with it .
“ What the hell was that ?
” she asked .
He then snatched Grail ’ s comm badge , pinning the device to his own uniform .
Running to the spot where the transport curtain dissolved only moments before , he turned around to give her one last order .
“ Take your team and search the core for foreign objects , ” he said @ @ @ @ @ @ @ out of place .
If you find something , report it to me immediately.
” Grail ’ s face went ashen .
“ You think he planted a bomb ?
” “ Or something worse.
” He tapped the comm badge .
“ Transporter room , emergency site to site transport to engineering—now !
” In main engineering , they might as well have seen a ghost .
Geordi La Forge dismissed the notion quickly enough , abandoning his easygoing command style by pushing through the crowd that swarmed him and shouting four @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , making a hole for him as he ran to the master systems console .
La Forge bypassed the vocal interface and let his fingers do the work , his gestures a blur of kinetic frenzy , his VISOR absorbing information almost as fast as the display could provide it .
He narrowed his efforts to core three , which the bridge had already taken offline .
Even so , a Level 1 diagnostic was out of the question .
It would take too long .
Settling for a Level 4 , he @ @ @ @ @ @ @ display to announce its finding .
La Forge didn ’ t know what kind of a clock he was fighting , but he already knew it was a fight he would lose .
There were simply too many subsystems for him to go checking one at a time , especially if he wanted to keep core three isolated .
At best he might scratch the surface after a couple of hours , but that was only if he had a place to start looking— Then , out of the dark , like a @ @ @ @ @ @ @ sense .
Even a Level 4 diagnostic would have detected a foreign entry into the network—but only if the computer recognized the threat it for what it was .
If , on the other hand , the intruder had planted a passive virus , it would be a hell of a lot harder to root out its signature .
Those kind of bugs just sat around and waited to be activated , typically through some innocuous user interaction .
It also meant that the bug could be anywhere by now , even with @ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
It is finished .
“ My God , ” La Forge said .
“ We ’ re going to do it to ourselves.
” The details rocketed through La Forge ’ s mind in less than a second .
Dumping the diagnostics , he instead started checking for irregularities in all the non-critical systems aboard .
That ’ s where the intruder would spring his trap : not in life support or gravity or any of the hundred other systems under constant scrutiny , but in something routine—something nobody even thought about @ @ @ @ @ @ @ switch—any manual intervention that took place on a regular , scheduled basis .
There were even more of those , an impossible task to sift through them all—but something guided La Forge toward Enterprise ’ s orbital maneuvering system .
He didn ’ t precisely know what drew him in that direction .
Maybe it was a subliminal connection with the intruder , who had spared him—twice—for some reason .
Or maybe it was just because he knew his ship like no one else—her rhythms , her vulnerabilities , her hiding places .
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ down when he came across a subroutine for the thruster controls .
And there it was .
The code sequence was tiny , no more than a snippet—but the design was pure genius .
La Forge couldn ’ t even begin to fathom its intricacies .
He only knew the raw fear at the pit of his belly , diving to even greater depths within .
La Forge slammed his fist against the comm .
But the message never got through .
The high-pitched scream of the alarm cut him off .
Then @ @ @ @ @

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Chapter Twelve
USS Dauntless
“A phaser shot?” Quintax demanded, swinging his chair around.
“That’s what it looks like, sir,” the tactical officer replied from her station at the rear of the bridge, her eyes riveted to her display as she called up more information. “Originating from Enterprise’s battle hull, amidships. I’d guess deck twenty nine or thirty.”
“Get me confirmation,” the captain snapped. He could already feel the blood accelerating in his veins as a cold stab of panic ran straight through him. “I need to know what’s happening on that ship!”
“Aye, sir,” tactical affirmed, while the rest of the bridge crew took stark measure of the captain’s tone. She pored over the readings one more time, shaking her head as she looked up at Quintax. “Definitely not a malfunction or ambient noise—it’s the real deal.” The panel beeped at her again. “Detecting two more discharges. Signal is moving aft.”
Dammit, Quintax thought. This was supposed to be quick and simple. No complications! That’s what it said—no complications!
But had he ever really believed that the Ponsak could deliver on that promise? At the time it had seemed so easy, so reasonable—but that had been with a monster staring him down, weaving whatever spell those damned things used to coax their victims. Now it was all starting to fall apart, and Quintax had to consider the unthinkable.
What if the Ponsak fails?
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He simply couldn’t lose the initiative. Terrence Blake wouldn’t stand for it.
“Increase distance to Enterprise to twenty thousand kilometers,” Quintax ordered. “Sound general quarters.”
“General quarters, aye.”
Alarms went off as the overhead lights dimmed, with power being diverted to the ship’s defensive systems. Quintax listened to the steady stream of chatter that flooded the bridge, stations reporting in one after the other until the last of them indicated its readiness. With that, a charged silence descended over everyone—not least the man in the center seat. The deck thrumming beneath his feet, Quintax could only watch as Enterprise peeled away on the viewscreen, farther and farther until Dauntless settled into her new orbit.
“Twenty thousand kilometers,” the officer manning the conn reported.
A safe enough distance, Quintax thought, assuming the Ponsak succeeded in its mission of blasting the Galaxy-class vessel to dust. If not, his own phasers were already charged and on standby.
“Hold position,” he said.
USS Enterprise
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The Ponsak retreated.
Survival did not dictate its actions, not in the long term. Its own death was irrelevant—and in the context of the mission, inevitable. But it did need to buy time, to make certain that its sabotage would remain undiscovered. Drawing its adversaries away from the computer core would facilitate that, if only long enough to allow the Black Box to do its work. Then the mission would be complete, and the Ponsak’s existence justified.
It would allow nothing to prevent that.
And so it killed. And killed. And killed again.
“TAKE COVER!”
Geordi La Forge heard himself shout the warning, almost out of reflex. Three bodies already lay on the floor, cut down by bright green salvos that seemed to come out of nowhere and struck with uncanny accuracy. Chief Costa had been first, taking one in the chest as he put himself between La Forge and the intruder. The others had gone down less than two seconds later: one shot for each man, each one deadly. From there the intruder had fled into the corridor, leading a blistering torrent of return fire.
Like a fool, La Forge charged after the intruder without thinking. Blinded now by fury, he picked up the chief’s rifle and hurled himself into the corridor, laying down a field of fire in his advance. The intruder dodged his attack with ease, responding with a single tight burst. Had La Forge been looking with human eyes, he would have never seen the shot coming; his VISOR, though, detected its energy signature in just enough time for him to hit the deck, the beam blasting a hole in the wall instead of his head.
A shower of hot cinders rained down on him, pocking his already ruined uniform with burn holes. La Forge cursed out of pain and rage, trying to keep his head clear enough to squeeze off another shot. The security team, meanwhile, rolled out of the core in a cover formation, the ones in front opening up with a steady stream of phaser fire—for all the good it did. The intruder picked off two more of them in quick succession, pummeling a third as they attempted to fall back.
Half the team down, La Forge grimaced. What the hell are we up against?
The answer came in what seemed like a dozen more blasts—not the precise, targeted rounds that had done so much damage, but a random barrage that slammed bulkheads and melted them into coppery-black lava flows. One of Costa’s people dove out of that maelstrom, landing next to La Forge with a hard, painful thud. He threw himself on top of her, just as another hot shower of debris covered them, then pulled her off into the relative shelter of a nearby alcove.
“God damn it!” the woman seethed, coughing up smoke. Her face was covered in grime and soot, blood trickling down her forehead. “If I could get just one clear shot at this son of a bitch—”
“Just be glad you’re alive,” La Forge snapped, making her focus on the immediate problem. “What’s your name, petty officer?”
“Grail,” she said. “Amanda—sir.”
“Congratulations, Grail. You’re now in charge of the security team.”
“What’s left of it.” She peered down the corridor grimly. “We got no comms, no approach and no clear way to gank this thing. Not what you’d call a tactically viable scenario.”
“You try sensors?”
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“Tricorders don’t work for shit. How about your VISOR?”
“Only when I get a direct line of sight—but I think our friend has figured that out already.”
“Well, he ain’t going anywhere,” Grail observed. “Even if he gets past us, the only thing past this section is engineering access—and that’s all sealed off with emergency doors and force fields. We just need to hold him off long enough for backup to get here.”
“How long is that?”
“Four minutes, give or take.”
“Sounds like three minutes too long,” La Forge said. “Not that it matters. I don’t think escape is what he’s got in mind. He’s playing with us.”
Another blast caused them both to duck.
“You sure about that?” Grail asked.
“Oh, yeah,” La Forge affirmed. “He’s got some kind of cloak—but he sticks his head out every few seconds, just to keep us thinking we can get him.” He winced at the bodies piled up in the corridor. “You can see where that’s gotten us.”
“So what do we do?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” the chief engineer said, though he found his mind drifting in another direction entirely. It was no accident that they had found the intruder here—in fact, it was no accident that they had found him at all. With his ability to almost disappear at will, he could have easily stayed hidden. No, the only reason the intruder had stepped out of the shadows was because he wanted to be seen. The bloody chase he now led was only another part of that plan.
So what was he doing in the computer core?
La Forge didn’t have time to finish the thought before his VISOR went crazy again, and saw what looked like a streak of light with arms and legs crawling up the bulkhead five meters in front of them. Startled into action, he shouted for Grail to get down and opened up with his rifle again, this time firing at wide dispersal and not even bothering to take aim. The surviving members of the security team, holed up in scattered locations, followed his lead and peppered the same area with their own weapons. For several seconds, the entire section filled with the heat and high-pitched scream of phaser fire, sparks and smoke metastasizing into dazzling and lethal blooms. In those moments, it seemed as if the fury they unleashed might blow the entire ship apart—but they kept pouring it on, stopping only when their weapons became too hot to touch.
Utterly spent, the bestial roar receded into a leaden silence. Into that void, a gaseous hiss insinuated itself as fire suppression mist descended from the ceiling.
La Forge scanned the horizon again. All was still.
“Did we get him?” Grail asked.
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“I don’t know,” he told her, “but I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Grail craned her neck to get a look through all the damage.
“Skipper’s gonna be pissed when he sees the mess we made.”
“You let me worry about that,” La Forge said, leaning in close to her. “Listen, Grail—I need you to get back to SFSA and contact the bridge. Tell them to take the core number three offline immediately. Then have the transporter room prepare a site to site transport. And this part is vital: persistent state, this section to main engineering. Say it back to me.”
“Persistent state, this section to main engineering,” Grail repeated, committing it to memory. “Got it. But how are you going to get a beam in here? This place is a dead zone.”
“Shielding tapers off around the next juncture. It’s not much of an opening, but it ought to be wide enough for one to get through.”
Grail looked at him like he was crazy.
“That’s a long way, commander.”
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“Don’t I know it,” La Forge said, staring down as far of that distance as he could. Even with his VISOR sweeping the way, he would practically be going blind—and in the crosshairs of a sniper that hardly ever missed. “But I need to know what that bastard did to my ship, and I’m not going to find out sitting here.”
Grail saw the cold logic of it, and pointed down the corridor.
“Figure about five seconds to reach the target,” she said. “Another second or two for the transporter to get a lock, then another two seconds for beam out. My guys will give you as much protection as they can.”
“Great. How much time you need to do your thing?”
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“No more than sixty seconds—then you haul ass.”
“Duly noted.” La Forge raised his rife. “You ready?”
Grail nodded.
“I’ll cover your retreat. On the count of three.”
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She took a long, deep breath, as if it might be her last.
“One. . .two. . .three.”
Lieutenant Commander Data’s positronic brain was multitasking, processing the teraflops of calculations that made his synthetic brand of sentience possible. In the here and now, that translated into the incredibly complex neural patterns that manifested themselves in myriad ways, most of them a mimicry of human thought but far too fast for human contemplation. Many cycles oriented toward Data’s concern for Geordi La Forge, whom he considered his closest friend, though the emotion itself remained alien to him, more of a concept than an actual experience. It also factored into Data’s analysis of the current alert status, and the unconfirmed reports of heavy fighting down near the engineering computer core. At the moment, most of those efforts were geared toward determining the identity of the hostile force engaging the security teams—though it seemed unlikely that an intruder could have beamed aboard undetected, at least not through conventional means.
While Data contemplated all of this, along with the millions of other details that defined his moment-to-moment existence, he also executed the more rudimentary aspects of his duty as master of ship’s operations. Part of that included making the various course adjustments necessary for Enterprise to maintain a standard orbit. Performed as a matter of routine, these adjustments required no supervision from the captain or the officer of the watch—only the pushing of a button or two, most of the time without a second thought. And so it was that Data, who did not realize the significance of what he was about to do, counted down the time until the next inclination change. In exactly one minute and thirteen seconds, he would then fire the ship’s Orbital Maneuvering System (OMS) to nudge Enterprise back into a proper attitude.
And, in doing so, would start a chain reaction designed to kill them all.
Trailing a plasma inferno, Grail stumbled into SFSA.
She fell over the body of Specialist Divers, whose hollow skull turned and regarded her in a grisly imitation of life. Grail shoved him away, more angry than repulsed, dragging herself back up to her feet and shuffling toward the dead man’s station. With her run of luck, she half expected to find the power out or the console smashed, something else to seal her doom inside of this godforsaken part of the ship. Miraculously, though, the panel responded to her touch, the screen coming alive and ticking off list of available subsystems.
Hurriedly, she punched up communications and initiated an emergency call.
“Core to bridge,” she said.
“You can’t be serious!” Miles O’Brien spat. In his time aboard ship, he’d been asked to do some crazy things, but never a stunt like this. Never even in simulation. Never even in his worst dreams.
But the captain insisted.
“Commander La Forge believes the core may be in danger,” Picard barked over the intercom. “He needs to get back to engineering, but all his routes are cut off. In his estimation, this is the only way.”
“By running head-on into a persistent transporter beam? Before I even get a lock on him?” He shook his head. “Even if I could maintain beam integrity that long, chances are it’ll never hold. He’ll end up smeared all over engineering by the time he gets there.”
“Just tell me if it’s possible, chief.”
“It’s insane, captain.”
“But is it possible?”
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O’Brien clenched his teeth. He hated this. He’d been pushing his luck for a long time, and knew one day it would catch up with him. That was the day he promised to retire and ditch the Starfleet once and for all.
Looks like that day has arrived.
“It’s possible,” he said.
“Make it so,” Picard ordered.
O’Brien swore under his breath, putting his hands on the transporter console. For the second time in twenty-four hours, he was about to push the thing in ways it was never meant to be pushed. Punching up a deck plan, he zeroed in on a sweet spot about eight meters past the entrance to the computer core—right in the middle of no man’s land, if what he heard was correct.
“I’ve isolated coordinates, captain. It’s borderline, though.”
“Energize, Chief O’Brien.”
His hand slid across the controls. There came the usual hum as the pads energized, which quickly built into a high-pitched wail as the transporter couldn’t find a lock. “It’s working, sir,” O’Brien reported, but with a grave expression. “Commander La Forge better make it fast.”
But the captain didn’t answer. He had already signed off.
And O’Brien had to wonder if La Forge was already dead.
La Forge counted off the seconds in his head, the last ten inexorably leading down to zero. He didn’t need a watch for accuracy. As these were probably the last few seconds of his life, he knew on an instinctive level. The wild card, though, was Grail. If she hadn’t been able to reach the bridge…
Then this is gonna be a really short run.
Closing his eyes behind his VISOR, he felt the adrenaline building in his system. The urge to move was epic, primal, impossible to resist—and yet he resisted, his body coiled like a spring, limbs trembling as they seemed to draw energy from his surroundings. The rhythms of the ship became his own, his muscles an extension of her limitless power.
Until the seconds ran out, and it was time.
Go, La Forge commanded.
He sprang off of the bulkhead, using that momentum to give himself an extra burst of speed. He didn’t think. He was only dimly aware of his own existence. There was only the feel of his feet connecting with the deck, and the way ahead, opening before him like a gateway to perdition.
He immediately broke the line held by the last few members of the security team. In the slow-motion spectacle inside his mind, La Forge caught a glimpse of their reactions: shock piled on panic followed by realization as they saw what he was doing, then a mad scramble to assume new positions on his flank. Almost in unison, they started to lay down a field of fire, hot beams enveloping La Forge like a halo before they careened past and carved out a path for him. Down the middle of that same line, La Forge fired his own rifle in short, controlled bursts, making damned sure that nothing stood in his way.
Then he saw it, rounding a turn just a few meters out in front: a shimmering blue curtain, pouring out of thin air, infusing the atmosphere with a telltale thrum he had heard a thousand times before.
The transporter beam.
Stray beams of phaser fire struck at its periphery, some bouncing harmlessly off to the side while others got absorbed like light falling into a black hole. La Forge didn’t need to see the full spectrum through his VISOR to know that the curtain was unstable. The ebb and flow of its fading pattern was visible even to the naked eye.
Just hold for a few more seconds…
But the green harbinger of death would not allow it.
La Forge saw it coalesce in front of the curtain: a vaguely humanoid shape that appeared and disappeared in the space of a millisecond, leaving a high-energy burst in its wake. He ducked and rolled, the intruder’s shot missing him by millimeters before it buried itself in the deck behind him. The force of the resulting explosion actually picked La Forge up and deposited him back on his feet—an amazing stroke of luck that he didn’t question. He just kept his focus, a razor slicing through the chaos: fire, take a step, fire, take a step.
Closer…
His VISOR put him at less than four meters away. To his skin, it felt even closer. Electricity washed over him in a flood, a kind of half-life that seemed to advance and retreat with the beat of his own heart—a cycle on a downward curve, spiraling. La Forge knew the curtain was dying, even faster than he had anticipated.
Please, God—
Equations penetrated his mind: quantum physics, spin states, matter and energy inserting themselves like unwelcome distractions in a fight for survival. But no matter how much he tried to deny them, those basic laws held firm. The curtain was weak. Each burst of weapons fire only made it weaker. And as close as he was, the curtain would collapse before he could reach it.
Then he would be left in the open, alone.
And the intruder would have him.
“NO!” La Forge thundered, and leaped.
“Picard to engineering!” the captain shouted. The fingers of his left hand gripped the armrest of his command chair tightly, those of his right tapped anxiously. “Report status!”
The comm channel was wide open. He could hear the voices of the engineering staff buzzing like distant static, speaking in snippets he caught here and there—but nothing he could use to form a clear picture of what happened.
“Lieutenant,” Picard said to Worf, unable to wait any longer, “get me a location on Commander La Forge.”
Worf brought the information up on his panel. The Klingon watched as the computer tried to get a lock on La Forge’s comm badge, his expression a mixture of impatience and frustration. “Unable to get a precise lock,” he said, trying several times to get an exact reading. “The signal appears to be originating in several places simultaneously.” Finally, after the passage of interminable seconds, the panel beeped at him affirmatively. “Got him. Commander La Forge is now in main engineering, captain.”
“Then what the bloody hell is going on?” Picard seethed. “Engineering! Someone—anyone—acknowledge this call!”
There came the sound of shuffling, and a haggard voice answered. Picard’s heart rose into his throat and seemed to stop when he heard the tone—one that told the captain that he, like Chief O’Brien, had finally pushed his luck past the breaking point.
“Bridge, engineering.”
Everyone around Picard stared at him, wanting—needing—an answer to a question that none of them dared to ask. But Picard already knew. In between the silences, in the place where unspeakable torment lives, he already knew.
Still, he spoke the words: “Did Commander La Forge arrive safely?”
A long pause. It only hardened the blow.
“No, sir,” the voice replied. “His communicator got through, but. . .the rest of him isn’t here.”
All sensation drained from Picard’s body.
“He didn’t make it, captain.”
Sixty seconds…
La Forge felt the hand of God pluck him out of midair.
That grip caught him full in the chest, with enough force to crack ribs and squeeze air out of his lungs, right before it twirled and dangled his body as if it weighed nothing—a mere toy in the hands of some gargantuan child. La Forge’s first thought was that he had reached the curtain just as it collapsed, and that all the sickness and the vertigo and the abject fear were just side effects of a botched transport. So this is what it’s like to be turned inside out, he pondered, hoping that the end would come swiftly and that what emerged on the other side would at least resemble a human being. The last thing he wanted was to end up as a puddle some poor bastard would have to clean up with a moth and bucket Anything but that.
Then he hit the floor with a sudden, flaring pain that was absolutely real—and his mind instantly recalibrated to the world at hand, which found him sprawled on the deck and staring dumfounded at the ceiling. Pushing himself up, he felt the hand of God on his chest again—only this time it ripped the comm badge from his uniform and flung it away. La Forge made no attempt to stop it. He just watched the device as it skipped like a stone across still waters, then sparkled into nothingness as it passed through the shimmering curtain.
A final act. With that, the curtain fell.
“You would not have made it.”
La Forge heard the voice coming from everywhere at once. Had he been limited by human sight, he wouldn’t have even known where to look—but his VISOR guided him, directly to a looming figure came out from the deep and towered over him.
The devil.
Except that this time, it didn’t look like the devil at all. It still radiated fear like a pestilence, infecting all that came in contact with it—but all the things it had been and all the things it had done, under the cover of darkness and La Forge’s own blindness, were out in the light now. And in that light, La Forge beheld the full countenance of his own terror.
Its body constantly shifted colors, almost transparent in the places where it had mimicked its surroundings. La Forge’s VISOR picked out the polychromatic elements imbedded within the surface of what was ordinary, stun resistant body armor—not so much ghost, but the product of an incredibly clever mind.
It pointed a phaser at La Forge’s head.
“Drop it!” he heard Grail yell, her voice cracking. In the corner of his vision, he could see the ragtag remains of the security team. All of them stood with their phasers leveled at the intruder, with Grail herself out in front.
“I said DROP it!”
The intruder paid her no attention. La Forge, well within point blank range, knew the thing had him dead to rights. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he slowly rose so that he could face the intruder on his feet.
What are you?
The engineer cocked his head, studying his own reflection in the opaque glass of the intruder’s helmet. For one horrible moment, it seemed as if he were staring back at himself—not as a reflection, but from somewhere deep within. All that separated La Forge from that abyss was the unnatural stillness of the creature. He couldn’t possibly believe that whatever existed under that body armor was in any way alive.
“You wouldn’t have made it,” the intruder said again. It spoke with a thousand voices, and no voice at all. Not individual, not collective, just—nothing.
La Forge’s lips curled back. “Get off my ship.”
“Time enough,” the intruder replied. “It is finished.”
It lowered its weapon, so swiftly La Forge didn’t even see—
—and Grail fired.
She was only the first. The rest of them followed suit with deadly purpose, which screamed for vengeance as it passed over the bodies of their fallen comrades. Some of the beams struck the creature squarely in the chest, some in the head. None of it mattered. The resulting whiplash threw the intruder against the bulkhead, against the dead end where it had led them, body armor ringing with the loud clang of metal against metal.
The intruder fell apart.
It didn’t disintegrate. What happened was more like throwing a glass against the wall and watching it shatter. Pieces of armor flew apart at the seams, arms and legs separating from the torso and falling into a tangled pile. The helmet popped free last, and rolled evenly across the deck—almost peacefully—before coming to a rest at La Forge’s feet. Stunned, he knelt down to pick the thing up, turning it over in his hands.
It was empty.
The security team moved in. Grail attended to La Forge, while the rest of them prodded the pieces of body armor, keeping their weapons trained and taking no chances. La Forge gave her the helmet, not sure what else to do with it.
“What the hell was that?” she asked.
“I don’t care,” La Forge answered, standing back up. “As long as it’s dead.”
He then snatched Grail’s comm badge, pinning the device to his own uniform. Running to the spot where the transport curtain dissolved only moments before, he turned around to give her one last order. “Take your team and search the core for foreign objects,” he said. “Large, small—anything that looks out of place. If you find something, report it to me immediately.”
Grail’s face went ashen. “You think he planted a bomb?”
“Or something worse.” He tapped the comm badge. “Transporter room, emergency site to site transport to engineering—now!”
La Forge disappeared in a blue haze.
Thirty seconds…
In main engineering, they might as well have seen a ghost. Geordi La Forge dismissed the notion quickly enough, abandoning his easygoing command style by pushing through the crowd that swarmed him and shouting four simple words.
“OUT OF THE WAY!”
The crew parted immediately, making a hole for him as he ran to the master systems console. La Forge bypassed the vocal interface and let his fingers do the work, his gestures a blur of kinetic frenzy, his VISOR absorbing information almost as fast as the display could provide it. He narrowed his efforts to core three, which the bridge had already taken offline. Even so, a Level 1 diagnostic was out of the question. It would take too long. Settling for a Level 4, he cracked his knuckles and waited for the display to announce its finding.
LEVEL 4 DIAGNOSTIC NEGATIVE. CORE CONDITION NOMINAL.
“Damn,” he cursed.
La Forge didn’t know what kind of a clock he was fighting, but he already knew it was a fight he would lose. There were simply too many subsystems for him to go checking one at a time, especially if he wanted to keep core three isolated. At best he might scratch the surface after a couple of hours, but that was only if he had a place to start looking—
Then, out of the dark, like a whisper: Logic bomb.
It made sense. Even a Level 4 diagnostic would have detected a foreign entry into the network—but only if the computer recognized the threat it for what it was. If, on the other hand, the intruder had planted a passive virus, it would be a hell of a lot harder to root out its signature. Those kind of bugs just sat around and waited to be activated, typically through some innocuous user interaction. It also meant that the bug could be anywhere by now, even with core number three down.
Time enough. It is finished.
“My God,” La Forge said. “We’re going to do it to ourselves.”
The details rocketed through La Forge’s mind in less than a second. Dumping the diagnostics, he instead started checking for irregularities in all the non-critical systems aboard. That’s where the intruder would spring his trap: not in life support or gravity or any of the hundred other systems under constant scrutiny, but in something routine—something nobody even thought about.
Time enough.
A pushed button, a flipped switch—any manual intervention that took place on a regular, scheduled basis. There were even more of those, an impossible task to sift through them all—but something guided La Forge toward Enterprise’s orbital maneuvering system. He didn’t precisely know what drew him in that direction. Maybe it was a subliminal connection with the intruder, who had spared him—twice—for some reason. Or maybe it was just because he knew his ship like no one else—her rhythms, her vulnerabilities, her hiding places. Whatever the cause, La Forge slowed down when he came across a subroutine for the thruster controls.
And there it was.
The code sequence was tiny, no more than a snippet—but the design was pure genius. La Forge couldn’t even begin to fathom its intricacies. He only knew the raw fear at the pit of his belly, diving to even greater depths within.
It is finished.
La Forge slammed his fist against the comm.
“Bridge engineering!” he shouted. “Belay OMS burn! I repeat, belay OMS—”
But the message never got through. The high-pitched scream of the alarm cut him off.
Then the lights went out.


noqreport--2020-02-04--Iowa debacle: Democrat representative hangs up on precinct secretary live on CNN

It doesn ’ t get better than CNN inadvertently causing a precinct captain to get hung up on by the Iowa Democratic Party after being on hold for an hour .
This is the Iowa caucus in 2020 .
It ’ s CNN 2020 .
It ’ s the Democratic Party in 2020 .
Shawn Sebastian , Story County Precinct 1-1 secretary , had been on hold for an hour while trying to call in results to the Iowa Democratic Party .
He was on CNN live with Wolf Blitzer describing his frustration when a party official finally took him @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Blitzer that he was going to report the results now , at which point Blitzer asked if CNN could listen in .
But you could hear the Iowa Democratic Party representative saying , “ Hello ?
Hello ?
” Then , she hung up .
Listening to the hilarious exchange between Wolf Blitzer , a precinct secretary , and the Iowa Democratic Party on live television is the perfect microcosm of the entire nominating process this year .
This is all you need to know about the Iowa Caucus in 2020 .
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It doesn’t get better than CNN inadvertently causing a precinct captain to get hung up on by the Iowa Democratic Party after being on hold for an hour. This is the Iowa caucus in 2020. It’s CNN 2020. It’s the Democratic Party in 2020.
Shawn Sebastian, Story County Precinct 1-1 secretary, had been on hold for an hour while trying to call in results to the Iowa Democratic Party. He was on CNN live with Wolf Blitzer describing his frustration when a party official finally took him off hold. He briefly explained to Blitzer that he was going to report the results now, at which point Blitzer asked if CNN could listen in. But you could hear the Iowa Democratic Party representative saying, “Hello? Hello?” Then, she hung up.
Story County Precinct 1-1 secretary Shawn Sebastian on CNN: “I’ve been on hold for over an hour with the Iowa Democratic Party … I just got off hold so I’ve got to get off the phone to report the results … Hello? They hung up on me. OK, I’ve got to get back in line on hold." pic.twitter.com/rUYxAzDbb6 — JM Rieger (@RiegerReport) February 4, 2020
?TOTAL HUMILIATION ? Iowa precinct captain live on CNN. Precinct captain has been on hold with the Iowa Democratic Party for over an hour. Live on CNN the Dem Party finally picks up on precinct captain. "Wolf, I gotta go." "Can we listen in?" "Sure – they hung up" AHHH pic.twitter.com/a6bKGG5GPk — Benny (@bennyjohnson) February 4, 2020
I can barely type I'm laughing so hard https://t.co/qUdOLreB3M — DNC Quality Controller Poso ?? (@JackPosobiec) February 4, 2020
The Iowa Dem Party hung up on a precinct secretary live on @CNN – omg — Scott Jennings (@ScottJenningsKY) February 4, 2020
You can officially blame CNN for the delay in results after this guy got hung up on because Wolf Blitzer wanted to listen in pic.twitter.com/EMq2E9HdTy — Timothy Burke (@bubbaprog) February 4, 2020
Wow: An Iowa Precinct Secretary was on hold for an hour to get election results He got off hold while doing an interview with CNN He got hung up on live TV This just happened on national television This is the 2020 Democrat Party in a nutshell pic.twitter.com/vIaouW5Vg8 — Charlie Kirk (@charliekirk11) February 4, 2020
This is the headline at CNN right now. It may be the first accurate headline CNN has run in years. pic.twitter.com/0c0dPMS2P2 — Ben Shapiro (@benshapiro) February 4, 2020
Listening to the hilarious exchange between Wolf Blitzer, a precinct secretary, and the Iowa Democratic Party on live television is the perfect microcosm of the entire nominating process this year. This is all you need to know about the Iowa Caucus in 2020.
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noqreport--2020-02-04--Why a Trump victory over Sanders is the ideal scenario for our nation

Over the past few weeks , President Trump has Tweeted about Senator Bernie Sanders on a few occasions .
Unlike Tweets about other Democratic candidates , particularly “ Mini Mike ” Bloomberg , the President ’ s Tweets have not been negative towards Sanders .
If anything , they ’ re sympathetic of his campaign ’ s plight against a Democratic National Committee that clearly doesn ’ t want him to be their nominee .
Meanwhile , the Democratic Establishment is treating Sanders like Kryptonite .
They ’ ve pulled out all stops with leaders past and present quietly attempting @ @ @ @ @ @ @ chances of winning the nomination .
They ’ ve even called on President Obama to not-so-subtly prognosticate about what could happen if Sanders were to win .
Let ’ s take a look at why their concerns are real and why they represent a reason for conservatives to quietly cheer him on .
Before we go there , let me make one thing clear .
By no means am I suggesting Republicans should engage in any activities that would tilt the scale in favor of Sanders .
Disingenuously registering as a Democrat or @ @ @ @ @ @ @ bad idea , not because it wouldn ’ t work but because it ’ s the type of dirty politics indicative of the left , not the right .
We know Democrats engaged in such activities in 2016 when they thought a Trump nomination would ensure a victory for Hillary Clinton .
Look how it turned out for them .
We must take the high road and let them come to the conclusion on their own .
With that said , there ’ s nothing wrong with passively hoping for a Sanders nomination @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ’ t about who the President can beat the easiest .
In reality , the candidate doesn ’ t matter a lot when it comes to the 2020 presidential election .
If President Trump wins , it will be because the victory wasn ’ t stolen from him by mainstream media and/or dirty tactics by Democrats .
This is his victory to claim and it would take major manipulation by the left to prevent him from doing so .
In that regard , the Democratic nominee is irrelevant .
But there are real @ @ @ @ @ @ @ the nomination and is soundly defeated by President Trump in the general election .
Here are three of them : One way or another , there will be a rift in the Democratic Party .
It ’ s already there in the form of an ugly crack in their so-called “ unity.
” Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi experienced this to some degree when she struggled initially to get universal Democratic support in her caucus .
Though she eventually had the bulk of Democrats on Capitol Hill backing her , the outspoken @ @ @ @ @ @ @ became constant thorns in her side .
If Sanders loses the nomination , this rift will grow slowly .
His supporters will reluctantly jump on the anti-Trump bandwagon after leaving the pro-Sanders bandwagon , embracing their former establishment enemy whether it ’ s Joe Biden , Mike Bloomberg , or Pete Buttigieg .
If Sanders wins the nomination , it ’ s a different story .
The rift won ’ t grow slowly .
It will splinter the party in a way we haven ’ t seen since the demise of the Whigs @ @ @ @ @ @ @ who simply will not abide by a socialist representing them .
They will blame their hyper-leftist partisans for forcing them to get behind a man who used to gush over Venezuela ’ s “ impressive ” government .
When he loses to President Trump , they ’ ll use Sanders ’ loss as the predicate to try to pull the party back to the middle .
It ’ s in this scenario that they will rip the party apart because the radical progressives will never give up the far-left ground they ’ ve @ @ @ @ @ @ @ m not suggesting that the Democratic Party will go the way of the Whig Party , but it has never been more possible .
Sanders is known for having rabid fans .
In fact , he ’ s second only to President Trump when it comes to packing venues with his supporters .
But they ’ re a bubble that represents a tiny portion of the Democratic electorate .
The rest of the party will be lukewarm at best , citing the defeat of President Trump as the only valid rallying cry to @ @ @ @ @ @ @ the problem .
Lukewarm support doesn ’ t just hurt the presidential candidate .
It can kill off down-ballot candidates , especially since many will be forced to lurch left to attempt to match their presidential candidate ’ s rhetoric .
They will make themselves less electable while disheartening the Democratic Establishment base .
The results : Big wins for Republicans on Capitol Hill , in state elections , and in many cases even local elections .
Nothing keeps voters at home on a presidential election day like a candidate for their party @ @ @ @ @ @ @ win .
It wasn ’ t that long ago when socialism was anathema to most Americans .
Sanders ’ success in 2016 and a strong push by forces funded by the likes of George Soros have made the failed economic , political , and cultural ideology much more palatable to a larger number of Americans .
The rise of the Justice Democrats is a result of this .
Socialism , rebranded as “ Democratic Socialism , ” is gaining momentum around the country , especially among impressionable young voters .
With universities around @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , there is a real risk for the first time in decades that Marxist principles can start to gain traction in far too many public offices around America .
This will continue until they get their day in the court of public opinion .
In other words , socialism will continue to rise in popularity until it is exposed in a high-profile election against conservatives willing to debunk it thoroughly .
A Sanders nomination will give conservatives the opportunity to truly educate America about the realities of socialism .
Few care enough today @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Sanders wins , they ’ ll take interest .
That would be our time to teach them about the truth .
Losing the nomination will only embolden the radical progressives in Sanders ’ camp .
He needs to lose on a national and bipartisan scale .
He needs to be defeated by President Trump so those promoting his ideology can be sent back into their hole until the next scheduled rise an a couple of decades .
Letting it linger in the minds of the hopeful could lead to the unthinkable : A @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Facing Bernie Sanders is exactly what President Trump and the nation needs .
It will kill three birds with one stone : splintering the Democratic Party , derailing the far-left ’ s momentum in lower offices , and waking people up to the inefficacy of socialism .
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Over the past few weeks, President Trump has Tweeted about Senator Bernie Sanders on a few occasions. Unlike Tweets about other Democratic candidates, particularly “Mini Mike” Bloomberg, the President’s Tweets have not been negative towards Sanders. If anything, they’re sympathetic of his campaign’s plight against a Democratic National Committee that clearly doesn’t want him to be their nominee.
The DNC on Bernie Sanders, “Looks like they’re going to do it to him again, doesn’t it?” @SteveDoocy @foxandfriends — Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) February 3, 2020
Crazy Bernie takes the lead in the Democrat Primaries, but it is looking more and more like the Dems will never allow him to win! Will Sleepy Joe be able to stumble across the finish line? — Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) January 23, 2020
Meanwhile, the Democratic Establishment is treating Sanders like Kryptonite. They’ve pulled out all stops with leaders past and present quietly attempting to subvert the Democratic Socialist’s chances of winning the nomination. They’ve even called on President Obama to not-so-subtly prognosticate about what could happen if Sanders were to win. Let’s take a look at why their concerns are real and why they represent a reason for conservatives to quietly cheer him on.
Before we go there, let me make one thing clear. By no means am I suggesting Republicans should engage in any activities that would tilt the scale in favor of Sanders. Disingenuously registering as a Democrat or voting in their open primaries is a bad idea, not because it wouldn’t work but because it’s the type of dirty politics indicative of the left, not the right. We know Democrats engaged in such activities in 2016 when they thought a Trump nomination would ensure a victory for Hillary Clinton. Look how it turned out for them. We must take the high road and let them come to the conclusion on their own. With that said, there’s nothing wrong with passively hoping for a Sanders nomination, which we should.
This isn’t about who the President can beat the easiest. In reality, the candidate doesn’t matter a lot when it comes to the 2020 presidential election. If President Trump wins, it will be because the victory wasn’t stolen from him by mainstream media and/or dirty tactics by Democrats. This is his victory to claim and it would take major manipulation by the left to prevent him from doing so. In that regard, the Democratic nominee is irrelevant.
But there are real reasons we should hope that Sanders wins the nomination and is soundly defeated by President Trump in the general election. Here are three of them:
A rift in the Democratic Party
One way or another, there will be a rift in the Democratic Party. It’s already there in the form of an ugly crack in their so-called “unity.” Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi experienced this to some degree when she struggled initially to get universal Democratic support in her caucus. Though she eventually had the bulk of Democrats on Capitol Hill backing her, the outspoken minority led by “The Squad” became constant thorns in her side.
If Sanders loses the nomination, this rift will grow slowly. His supporters will reluctantly jump on the anti-Trump bandwagon after leaving the pro-Sanders bandwagon, embracing their former establishment enemy whether it’s Joe Biden, Mike Bloomberg, or Pete Buttigieg.
If Sanders wins the nomination, it’s a different story. The rift won’t grow slowly. It will splinter the party in a way we haven’t seen since the demise of the Whigs. There are too many left-leaning Americans who simply will not abide by a socialist representing them. They will blame their hyper-leftist partisans for forcing them to get behind a man who used to gush over Venezuela’s “impressive” government.
When he loses to President Trump, they’ll use Sanders’ loss as the predicate to try to pull the party back to the middle. It’s in this scenario that they will rip the party apart because the radical progressives will never give up the far-left ground they’ve taken as their own. I’m not suggesting that the Democratic Party will go the way of the Whig Party, but it has never been more possible.
Down-ballot benefits
Sanders is known for having rabid fans. In fact, he’s second only to President Trump when it comes to packing venues with his supporters. But they’re a bubble that represents a tiny portion of the Democratic electorate. The rest of the party will be lukewarm at best, citing the defeat of President Trump as the only valid rallying cry to support Sanders.
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But here’s the problem. Lukewarm support doesn’t just hurt the presidential candidate. It can kill off down-ballot candidates, especially since many will be forced to lurch left to attempt to match their presidential candidate’s rhetoric. They will make themselves less electable while disheartening the Democratic Establishment base.
The results: Big wins for Republicans on Capitol Hill, in state elections, and in many cases even local elections. Nothing keeps voters at home on a presidential election day like a candidate for their party that they don’t believe can win.
Sending socialism back to its hole
It wasn’t that long ago when socialism was anathema to most Americans. Sanders’ success in 2016 and a strong push by forces funded by the likes of George Soros have made the failed economic, political, and cultural ideology much more palatable to a larger number of Americans. The rise of the Justice Democrats is a result of this. Socialism, rebranded as “Democratic Socialism,” is gaining momentum around the country, especially among impressionable young voters.
With universities around the nation acting as socialism indoctrination factories, there is a real risk for the first time in decades that Marxist principles can start to gain traction in far too many public offices around America. This will continue until they get their day in the court of public opinion. In other words, socialism will continue to rise in popularity until it is exposed in a high-profile election against conservatives willing to debunk it thoroughly.
A Sanders nomination will give conservatives the opportunity to truly educate America about the realities of socialism. Few care enough today to look into it, but if Sanders wins, they’ll take interest. That would be our time to teach them about the truth.
Losing the nomination will only embolden the radical progressives in Sanders’ camp. He needs to lose on a national and bipartisan scale. He needs to be defeated by President Trump so those promoting his ideology can be sent back into their hole until the next scheduled rise an a couple of decades. Letting it linger in the minds of the hopeful could lead to the unthinkable: A future victory a the highest level.
Facing Bernie Sanders is exactly what President Trump and the nation needs. It will kill three birds with one stone: splintering the Democratic Party, derailing the far-left’s momentum in lower offices, and waking people up to the inefficacy of socialism.
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noqreport--2020-03-30--Fake WaPo ‘conservative’ Jennifer Rubin: ‘If you quote the Trump admin you are an enemy of the peopl

Fake WaPo ‘conservative’ Jennifer Rubin: ‘If you quote the Trump admin you are an enemy of the people’

Washington Post ’ s self proclaimed “ conservative ” Jennifer Rubin isn ’ t really a conservative .
Even if we grade on a scale against the hyper-leftists writing for her employer , she ’ s a moderate-leftist at best .
But she has embraced the radical progressive ideology of her publication thanks to her Trump Derangement Syndrome .
Lately , her TDS has taken her to the extremes .
Case-in-point : A reply today to NY Times White House correspondent Maggie Haberman .
It was the case of a leftist journalist making a quip about a leftist journalist defending @ @ @ @ @ @ @ clear .
This crew , even among competing publications , is very self-protective .
Her statement will be taken out of context , not because anyone will be intentionally attempting to wrongly attack her but because they won ’ t understand the multiple levels in play .
That ’ s fine .
It ’ s a sad testament to Rubin that in any context , her comments displayed her sheer hatred for the President and his supporters .
In fact , those who follow her closely may come to the conclusion she hates @ @ @ @ @ @ @ him , which is saying a lot .
Never in our history has the media been called out so often and so harshly than by President Trump .
This is why they feel justified in displaying their TDS so openly .
They can not understand why he ’ s still popular , why he hasn ’ t resigned over three years of unhinged pressure they ’ ve applied , why he wasn ’ t impeached , or why his popularity continues to grow .
All they see is that they hate him and @ @ @ @ @ @ @ could feel differently .
Rubin represents the worst part of the mainstream media industrial complex : A blogger who made it into a high-profile publication not based on her skill but based on her willingness to adapt to the prescribed narrative .
As the “ conservative ” in the group , her perspectives are often touted even more than her colleagues because she has the air of defiance from within rather than being a leftist who is always objectionable to conservatives .
But the truth is this : Rubin is no conservative .
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ always just played a conservative on television .
We ’ ve entered the stage of mainstream media ’ s Trump Derangement Syndrome in which there likely is no cure .
They ’ re too invested in the rhetoric to ever find their way back to reality .
Jennifer Rubin shouldn ’ t be scorned .
She should be pitied .
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Washington Post’s self proclaimed “conservative” Jennifer Rubin isn’t really a conservative. Even if we grade on a scale against the hyper-leftists writing for her employer, she’s a moderate-leftist at best. But she has embraced the radical progressive ideology of her publication thanks to her Trump Derangement Syndrome. Lately, her TDS has taken her to the extremes.
Case-in-point: A reply today to NY Times White House correspondent Maggie Haberman. It was the case of a leftist journalist making a quip about a leftist journalist defending another leftist journalist. The implications were clear. This crew, even among competing publications, is very self-protective.
If you quote the Trump admin you are an enemy of the people — Jennifer Rubin (@JRubinBlogger) March 30, 2020
Her statement will be taken out of context, not because anyone will be intentionally attempting to wrongly attack her but because they won’t understand the multiple levels in play. That’s fine. It’s a sad testament to Rubin that in any context, her comments displayed her sheer hatred for the President and his supporters. In fact, those who follow her closely may come to the conclusion she hates his supporters even more than she hates him, which is saying a lot.
Never in our history has the media been called out so often and so harshly than by President Trump. This is why they feel justified in displaying their TDS so openly. They cannot understand why he’s still popular, why he hasn’t resigned over three years of unhinged pressure they’ve applied, why he wasn’t impeached, or why his popularity continues to grow. All they see is that they hate him and they don’t understand why anyone could feel differently.
Rubin represents the worst part of the mainstream media industrial complex: A blogger who made it into a high-profile publication not based on her skill but based on her willingness to adapt to the prescribed narrative. As the “conservative” in the group, her perspectives are often touted even more than her colleagues because she has the air of defiance from within rather than being a leftist who is always objectionable to conservatives. But the truth is this: Rubin is no conservative. She never has been. She has always just played a conservative on television.
We’ve entered the stage of mainstream media’s Trump Derangement Syndrome in which there likely is no cure. They’re too invested in the rhetoric to ever find their way back to reality. Jennifer Rubin shouldn’t be scorned. She should be pitied.
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noqreport--2020-03-30--Matt Walsh: The economy isn’t a pound of beef we can freeze now and thaw later

Debates on social media surrounding the coronavirus have gone from “ everyone ’ s a virologist ” to “ everyone ’ s an emergency management expert.
” Now , we ’ re entering the “ everyone ’ s an economist ” phase of the debate as Americans fight over whether or not businesses can survive with government assistance , without government assistance , and for how long .
As someone who has started , built , and sold a business over the decades , I can tell you at no point would I have been able to survive a two-month @ @ @ @ @ @ @ it would have been challenging as so many businesses rely on momentum and continuity of service to sustain .
For some , it ’ s not about picking up where we left off when the whole coronavirus panic started .
Many businesses simply aren ’ t built for this type of sustained downtime at no fault to them .
Still , we ’ re seeing “ experts ” popping up on social media saying ignorant things like , “ I ’ m not going to die for your stock prices ” or “ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ of people.
” One of my ( least ) favorites was “ any business that can ’ t survive a month or two down doesn ’ t deserve to be in business.
” Bollocks .
The Daily Wire ’ s Matt Walsh made a perfect analogy that encompasses the argument against a sustained shutdown of the economy and most businesses across the country .
One of the reasons we ’ re building the American Conservative Movement is because we need to educate as many people as possible about the inefficacy of government in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ doing their best , but it ’ s not enough .
We need to unite as a people to fight this disease intelligently , cautiously , and with all of the factors taken into account .
This isn ’ t just about making sure as few people as possible get infected by the coronavirus .
We have to consider the state of the country when the coronavirus passes , and that ’ s something that ’ s simply not getting nearly enough discussion .
Economic collapse and rising authoritarianism will be in play @ @ @ @ @ @ @ a major concern .
We ’ re going to have to deal with freedom-shattering repercussions of the coronavirus panic when the dust settles .
It will be more difficult than dealing with virus itself if we do not make smarter decisions today .
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Debates on social media surrounding the coronavirus have gone from “everyone’s a virologist” to “everyone’s an emergency management expert.” Now, we’re entering the “everyone’s an economist” phase of the debate as Americans fight over whether or not businesses can survive with government assistance, without government assistance, and for how long.
As someone who has started, built, and sold a business over the decades, I can tell you at no point would I have been able to survive a two-month downtime. Even with government assistance, it would have been challenging as so many businesses rely on momentum and continuity of service to sustain. For some, it’s not about picking up where we left off when the whole coronavirus panic started. Many businesses simply aren’t built for this type of sustained downtime at no fault to them.
Still, we’re seeing “experts” popping up on social media saying ignorant things like, “I’m not going to die for your stock prices” or “why are we bailing out businesses instead of people.” One of my (least) favorites was “any business that can’t survive a month or two down doesn’t deserve to be in business.” Bollocks.
The Daily Wire’s Matt Walsh made a perfect analogy that encompasses the argument against a sustained shutdown of the economy and most businesses across the country.
People actually think the government can magically freeze the economy like a pound of beef and then thaw it again in a few months and all we’ll lose is a bit of flavor. No. That’s not how this works. The government is not magical. It can destroy the economy. It can’t resurrect it — Matt Walsh (@MattWalshBlog) March 30, 2020
One of the reasons we’re building the American Conservative Movement is because we need to educate as many people as possible about the inefficacy of government in times like this. They’re doing their best, but it’s not enough. We need to unite as a people to fight this disease intelligently, cautiously, and with all of the factors taken into account. This isn’t just about making sure as few people as possible get infected by the coronavirus. We have to consider the state of the country when the coronavirus passes, and that’s something that’s simply not getting nearly enough discussion. Economic collapse and rising authoritarianism will be in play long after the coronavirus is no longer a major concern.
We’re going to have to deal with freedom-shattering repercussions of the coronavirus panic when the dust settles. It will be more difficult than dealing with virus itself if we do not make smarter decisions today.
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noqreport--2020-03-30--FDA’s emergency use authorization: We can start using hydroxychloroquine to treat coronavirus

Nobody knows for sure if hydroxychloroquine and azithromycin will work against the Wuhan Coronavirus .
There simply isn ’ t enough data yet .
But the data we do have seems extremely promising as the drug combination in the limited tests that have been conducted so far indicate high levels of success in treating the disease by essentially buying time for the body to fight off the coronavirus .
Now , the FDA has made it possible for doctors to start prescribing it to coronavirus patients .
Hydroxychloroquine Gets FDA Emergency Authorization for Treatment of Wuhan Coronavirus The Food and @ @ @ @ @ @ @ on Sunday .
The authorization comes amid a large clinical trial currently underway in New York and growing evidence that suggests the drug may be an effective treatment for patients infected with the Wuhan coronavirus .
( Hydroxy ) chloroquine is an inexpensive drug widely used since 1955 to treat malaria .
Given the drug ’ s relatively harmless side effects , doctors are already beginning to incorporate the drug in their treatment of coronavirus cases .
President Trump and New York Gov .
Cuomo have both expressed optimism over the drug ’ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , especially in places like New York where documented cases of the Wuhan Coronavirus have been spiking .
Unfortunately , some states are prohibiting the use of the drug .
They may be changing their tune if wider use of the drugs yields similar results to the smaller studies .
One study released this morning took a tiny sampling of patients , but the results were very strong .
According to report by Physician ’ s Weekly , the small sample reacted very well to the drugs .
Twenty cases were treated in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ of the viral carriage at D6-post inclusion compared to controls , and much lower average carrying duration than reported of untreated patients in the literature .
Azithromycin added to hydroxychloroquine was significantly more efficient for virus elimination .
Despite its small sample size our survey shows that hydroxychloroquine treatment is significantly associated with viral load reduction/disappearance in COVID-19 patients and its effect is reinforced by azithromycin .
There has been plenty of pushback from the left and mainstream media .
They have discouraged calls by the population to fasttrack the drug despite the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ since 1955 .
Since President Trump has been publicly touting it , the standard Trump Derangement Syndrome from the left and mainstream media has made them naturally take the opposite perspective even if doing so runs contrary to what the American people want and need .
This will get downplayed by mainstream media for one reason : Because President Trump has been pushing for it .
We ’ re already seeing progressive media outlets calling the move “ reckless , ” demonstrating they really are against any hope this brings to America .
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Nobody knows for sure if hydroxychloroquine and azithromycin will work against the Wuhan Coronavirus. There simply isn’t enough data yet. But the data we do have seems extremely promising as the drug combination in the limited tests that have been conducted so far indicate high levels of success in treating the disease by essentially buying time for the body to fight off the coronavirus.
Now, the FDA has made it possible for doctors to start prescribing it to coronavirus patients.
Hydroxychloroquine Gets FDA Emergency Authorization for Treatment of Wuhan Coronavirus The Food and Drug Administration granted hydroxychloroquine emergency use authorization on Sunday. The authorization comes amid a large clinical trial currently underway in New York and growing evidence that suggests the drug may be an effective treatment for patients infected with the Wuhan coronavirus. (Hydroxy)chloroquine is an inexpensive drug widely used since 1955 to treat malaria. Given the drug’s relatively harmless side effects, doctors are already beginning to incorporate the drug in their treatment of coronavirus cases. President Trump and New York Gov. Cuomo have both expressed optimism over the drug’s efficacy.
Demand will be high, especially in places like New York where documented cases of the Wuhan Coronavirus have been spiking. Unfortunately, some states are prohibiting the use of the drug. They may be changing their tune if wider use of the drugs yields similar results to the smaller studies.
One study released this morning took a tiny sampling of patients, but the results were very strong. According to report by Physician’s Weekly, the small sample reacted very well to the drugs.
Twenty cases were treated in this study and showed a significant reduction of the viral carriage at D6-post inclusion compared to controls, and much lower average carrying duration than reported of untreated patients in the literature. Azithromycin added to hydroxychloroquine was significantly more efficient for virus elimination. Despite its small sample size our survey shows that hydroxychloroquine treatment is significantly associated with viral load reduction/disappearance in COVID-19 patients and its effect is reinforced by azithromycin.
There has been plenty of pushback from the left and mainstream media. They have discouraged calls by the population to fasttrack the drug despite the fact that it has been in use since 1955. Since President Trump has been publicly touting it, the standard Trump Derangement Syndrome from the left and mainstream media has made them naturally take the opposite perspective even if doing so runs contrary to what the American people want and need.
This will get downplayed by mainstream media for one reason: Because President Trump has been pushing for it. We’re already seeing progressive media outlets calling the move “reckless,” demonstrating they really are against any hope this brings to America.
Join fellow patriots as we form a grassroots movement to advance the cause of conservatism. The coronavirus crisis has prompted many, even some conservatives, to promote authoritarianism. It’s understandable to some extent now, but it must not be allowed to embed itself in American life. We currently have 8000+ patriots with us in a very short time. If you are interested, please join us to receive updates.
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