It had been a stressful ending to the last mission, with him needing to fly down to the planet in a shuttlecraft to make the delivery to Rkar N'ra to ensure that the insectoid lifeforms below weren't going to bother the crews of any starships before.  Matter of fact, he mused, in his post-mission report, he intended to bring up something.  Namely, the bugs.  If they worked as the McNair crew thought that they did, on the systems and crew of starships...why wasn't there a literal starship graveyard about.  Rkar N'ra was obviously a known planet, and ships had come to visit before.<br/><br/>So why wasn't there evidence of strange things happening to starship crews until now?  By all accounts, the planet was supposed to have been safe...granted, the majority of those accounts were hasty at best with being this close to the Neutral Zone, but still.  Landing parties had been sent down to survey the planet, why didn't they find any evidence of this lifeform?  To Sam, there could only be a handful of answers.  A: they had been deep underground, and whatever their normal food supply was had been destroyed, forcing them to come to the surface.  But in that case, how did they survive space?  B: they were some sort of engineered lifeform, meant to protect something on the planet.  But there, who would design a lifeform that could destroy its creators?  And furthermore, what was on the planet worth protecting?  And C...there was no C.  Not at the moment, but Sam would find one.<br/><br/>For now, though, all that was set aside.  He entered Three Forward, and noted the new Chief Counselor sitting at a table, and decided to join her.  "Hello, Sahara."