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Post by Harrias Jira on Aug 4, 2005 14:42:31 GMT
There was a barely audible tune playing in the background as Captain Harrias Jira tapped his finger lightly against another PADD, and starting reading through its data. So far he had been sorting through a large pile of these for about four hours, and he didn’t see any end in sight. There were shortages all over the ship, more and more complaints from parts of the crew, some obvious, and some more subtle. A small part of the crew had gone on strike, declaring that they would not work until the ship returned to federation space. This Harrias had managed to solve by agreeing to shorten shifts so that each person had more free time. He rationalised that there were some ship’s systems that weren’t needed out here, and these could be either suspended, or closed down completely. Other crew members were reacting in different ways. Sickbay had seen a definite increase in its patients, their bodies seeming to be complaining in their own way. The pile of PADDs was definitely getting shorter though, and the trill was almost smiling at times; when the music was particularly soothing.
As his eyes flicked down through the details of the current one, his door chime sounded. Without taking his eyes from the PADD, he called out, and the door slid open to reveal Lieutenant Colonel Hrisvalar. - “Yes Colonel?” He said, finally peeling his eyes away. - “We are picking up a distress signal sir, I thought you would wish to be informed.” Jira sighed, although he knew that keeping the ship running was pointless if there was nothing for it to do, he had hoped that they would be able to keep out of trouble until such a time as he had managed to get up to date. But, apparently, no such luck. - “Can you patch it through to my computer Colonel?” He asked, although he already suspected what answer he would receive. - “I already have sir. It is ready to playback now.” With a few movements, the Nevada’s CO accessed the file, and the music was replaced by a calm female voice.
- “Dradr base to all surrounding ships, this is a distress call. Dradr base to all surrounding ships, this is a distress call. We have been infected by an unknown virus which is slowly killing the population of our base, and the ship’s semi-organic computer. A number of us have managed to secure ourselves away from the virus, and are not infected. Please help us. We are sending our coordinates with this message. Repeat. Dradr base to all surr…”
Although the recording kept playing, Captain Jira had stopped listening to it, once having been enough for him. He looked up at the marine. - “Recommendations?” - “Although it is possible that this is a trap, I do not believe it to be the case sir. The area of space that we have been sent is normally high in traffic, although we have recorded many ships leaving that area recently. Were this a trap it would make more sense to place it in a quieter area.” - “Very well. How far is it from here?” - “Just over a day at top speed.” - “Right. Tell Frek to lay in a course at maximum warp, and then call a senior staff meeting.” - “Aye sir.” The marine nodded, and then left the room.
A few seconds later, the trill felt the ship turning, and then the familiar slip into warp. He smiled, but wondered what they were getting themselves into. With a last glance at the PADD that was in his hand, Captain Jira dropped it to the table, and made his way across the bridge to the Observation Lounge, ready to brief the crew on the small amount of information he had.
Once everyone had entered and were seated around the table, he nodded his head towards Lieutenant Colonel Hrisvalar, who stood up.
- “Only a few minutes ago, as some of you know, we received a distress signal from a starbase nearby.” He played the message to the collection of officers, and then turned to them once more. - “We are currently on route to the base, but we have very little idea of what is facing us. Obviously there is a virus, so Dr Lorre, you are going to be busy over the next few days. It is also likely that we are going to have to effect an evacuation, but as yet it is unsure how contagious the virus is, and thus how safe this will be. However, I want all shuttles prepped for an evacuation, and for the cargo bays to be made ready for occupation.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2005 0:32:53 GMT
A medical relief mission. Melain had to admit she would welcome the change, for the past week she'd been dealing with upset stomechs, headaches and the variouse injuries that spring out of the reckless, lazy behavior of a frustrated and impatient crew. This rescue mission however could have come at a later date, Melain still felt like the rookie on the medical team, and even on the entire crew. However she determined to make the best of it, and prove not only to the crew, but also to herself that she had earned this Prestigious post.
"I would like to make a few requests Captain." Melain began, her mind had already drawn up a series of necessary actions when she first heard about the distress call.
"Certainly doctor." Harrias replied, Melain was hardly surprised at his eagerness to hear her suggestions.
"First of all, I would like to request that Cargo bay three, and possibly four as well depending on how many Dradrs we are looking at treating, be quartined from the rest of the ship. Nurse Rachel has a great deal of experiance in relief missions, so I'd like to place her in charge of that. Any crewman coming in contact with the Dradrians or their equipment should be wearing a bio suit and undergo decontamination afterwards. I would also like to issue ship wide instructions on proper sanitation and decontamination." Melain led off the list on her PADD (one she'd had to reuse several times that week).
"That sounds more then reasonable." Harrias replied.
"I'd also like to request that Ensign Wicken, Crewman Adara, Crewman Heathers, Ensign Lotat, Crewman Visser and Crewman Williams be taken off regular duty and assigned to the medical team. I don't believe that we need to concern ourselves about the virus infecting the ship as to the best of my knowledge non of the ship's components are organic. I'd also like to stress that my duty as Chief Medical officer are to this crew first, and to the Dradrians second." Melain could think of nothing else at the moment, apart from the vast amount of work she had ahead of her.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 8, 2005 8:58:47 GMT
LTC Zhukarak Hrisvalar listened intently as Doctor Lorre was making her requests. He had noted how Cmdr Steve seemed a bit 'under the weather' as humans liked to say.
Doctor Lorre had finished and Zhuk offered what he could. "Doctor Lorre. I can offer you some of my marines for any additional help you may need."
"Thank you, Colonel. For the moment, they can assist in getting the cargo bays set up and ready."
"If I may add..." Zhukarak continued with another train of thought he had. "...Mr. Bonar, it would be prudent to ensure the security of the quarentined areas. We don't want any Dadre's wandering from there. We don't know what type of technologies they may posess, as our forcefields may not be enough to contain them."
"Also, once we get there, I don't believe that we want to use our transporter beams for these patients. The message stated that this virus was also attacking their semi-organic computer systems. I'm not a science officer, but our use of gel-packs for the routing of power to our systems and subsystems may or may not be similar to their technology. We don't want to take that chance and possibly beam that virus into our systems. That means, Cmdr Thelev, you will need to get several shuttles ready for medical transport."
Zhukarak looked at his Captain. "That's all I can think of at the moment, sir."
CPT Jira looked over to Counsellor Mitchell. "I don't have to state what this means for you, Grace. If no one has anything else, let's get set up and see if we can be of some help."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2005 17:56:31 GMT
(O.O.C I'll be gone till the 14th, so this post is going to have to cover till then)
"The Gel packs, of course!" Melain exclaimed. "We'll have to insure that they don't come in contact with any of the Dradrians, or anyone who has been in contact with them. Is that everything Captain?"
"I believe so, you are all dismissed." Harrias replied.
"I'll get my crew to work. Major, send your marines to cargo bay three, They'll be working under Rachel's direction." Melain rinstructed before heading out the door toward sickbay to compile her sanitation notice.
Sickbay was mildly busy with crewman popping in complaining of mild aches. Melain had noticed Commander Steve looking somwhat ill. The first officer was a somewhat stubbron man, and chances where that if it wasn't bothering him he wouldn't come to sickbay. If there was a lull in her schedual she'd call him down.
After assembling her entire team (including emergancy medics and Tom the EMH) she told them about the Distress call and what the senior staff had decided to do. After answering a few question she dismissed them to go about their assigned duties and headed into her office to work.
Attention all crew of the USS Nevada.
The ship is heading toward a nearby Dradrian starbase in response to a distress call regarding a rapidly spreading virus. As CMO it is my duty to inform you of proper procedures regarding decontamination and sanitation. This precautions are not to be ignored and to be treated as a direct order.
Protection: All crewmembers coming in contact with the Dradrians or their equipment must wear a bio-suit. Crewmembers should refrain from sharing food, drink, or any sanitation material. Physical contact is to be kept at a minimun. Uniforms should be changed and washed frequently. Sonic showers are to be a daily event. Unreplicated food must be tested for the virus using a tricorder before consumption. The best way to avoid spreaind any virus is to wash your hands frequently and thouroghly. If I or any other member of the medical team believes that you are not taking proper precautions you will be given a warning, If you continue to ignor the information in this notice you will be given a written reprimend. If The Medical team or any other member believes that the ship needs to increase it's sanitation they reserve the right to alter the ships temperature to prevent reproduction of the virus
Decontamination: All crewmembers who have come in contact with The Dradrians or their equipment are to report directly to sickbay before resuming regular activities to undergo decontamination. A Quarintined aread will be set up in ward two for infected patients requiring immediate care unavailable to them in the quarintined cargo bay three and four.
Any questions or concerns regarding the contents of this notice can be brought to the medical team, consiting of: Commander Lorre Melain, Head nurse Rachel Taylor, EMH Tom Emergancy medics: Ensign Wicken, Crewman Adara, Crewman Heathers, Ensign Lotat, Crewman Visser and Crewman Williams.
Thank you for your cooperation, Dr. Lorre Melain
having sent out the notice Melain set forth of setting up the decontamination center and quarintined ward.
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Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Aug 8, 2005 22:07:59 GMT
- "I believe so, you are all dismissed." Harrias replied, and glanced over at Steve, who was definitely looking the worse for wear. He wondered if his first officer had picked something up on the planet back before the last gateway jump. - “Steve, can you stay behind please, I’d like a word.”
Steve shot Harrias an evil glance, but remained seated around the table while everybody else filed out. The commanding officer took this time to study Steve in slightly more depth; he was looking pale, and his normally bright eyes were faded, and rather than flicking around the room, examining it his eyes were dropped low looking at the table with a glazed look.
- “You aren’t looking so good Steve, you should really check in with sickbay.” - “I am fine Captain, I just haven’t been getting much sleep lately.” He replied, emphasising the word ‘captain’. - “With respect, I doubt your words. I am asking you as both a friend AND a superior officer, that you go to sickbay, and get yourself checked over. I can not afford for my first officer to be immobilised in any way.” - “Sir. I am fine! I do not need to go to sickbay and I do not need to be poked and prodded by the doctor. Just LEAVE ME ALONE!!” Steve snapped, and with that, stormed out of the room.
Harrias was left staring after him, feeling even more worried than he had been to start off with. However, he decided that for the moment he would give his first officer a few days to get some decent sleep, and hope that he was telling the truth. After a few contemplative moments, the trill followed the rest of his crew out of the observation lounge, and then took the seat in the centre of the bridge.
- “Mr Jenkins, hail all the passing ships and make them aware of our operation, and offer them our assistance. We want to try an prevent the spread of this virus as much as possible.” - “Aye sir.”
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 10, 2005 4:46:31 GMT
LTC Zhukarak Hrisvalar sent the marines he could spare to help with the conversion of the quarantine areas. A few other marines were assisting the security chief, Rex Bonar, for the added security that would be needed.
Being a marine pilot himself, Zhukarak was planning on flying one of the shuttles for the medical evacuations. He would have to check with Captain Jira of any objections, he was sure there would be none.
In the meantime, Zhuk found himself in his quarters relaxing while he had some down time. The Nevada was about a half a day away, and most of the preparations had been completed.
Theel'zhiin, Zhuk's firelizard, could sense the added excitement in the air of the Nevada. He could help himself but be excited along with everyone else aboard. This downtime, together with Zhuk, would do Theel'zhiin some good as well. After eating a hearty meal, they settled down together on Zhuk's bed for a couple of hours nap. It didn't take long before both were sound asleep.
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Post by gracemitchell on Aug 12, 2005 13:44:41 GMT
From her chair, Grace observed Steve storm out ot the observation room and enter the turbolift. She had noticed during the briefing that he didn't look well, but decided to not intervene at this point. Steve looked like he was not in a good mood, most likely the captain had mentioned it to him.
As she was thinking Grace was drumming her fingers on the arm of her chair, Harrias looked at her and asked "Grace are you nervous about the Dradrians?
"No, I'm just contemplating what I should do next."
"May I make a suggestion?"
"Of course, I welcome any and all help."
"Since it will be sometime before we reach the Dradr base, why don't you take this time to go to your quarters and rest. In all likelyhood your services will be required when we reach the base. ANd there is nothing you can do for Steve right now, give him time."
"How did you know I was trying to decide what, if anything, I could help Steve with?"
"Well, I think I know you well enough to notice how you were keeping an eye on Steve. He doesn't look well, but let's give him time to rest and see if that helps him."
"Alright, maybe I'll go to my office and catchup on some work."
"No you will go to your quarters and relax, listen to music, sing a little or sleep!"
"Aye, aye, Captain!" Grace said with a laugh and left the bridge hearing a chuckle out of Harrias.
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Post by aparis on Aug 13, 2005 17:03:42 GMT
Angel had been listening intently to everything being said in the Observation Lounge. She didn't want to miss anything, and knew this mission was very important. When dismissed she went to the cargo bays, and ordered several of her engineers there. They needed those shuttles ready to go when the time came. She couldn't take a lot of people out of engineering as she had yet to complete many repairs there, and the fact that several of her crew was still on strike. She sighed and wondered if things could get any worse.
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Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Aug 14, 2005 20:45:31 GMT
Smiling as Grace left the bridge, Harrias felt in much better spirits than he had in the time before their last gate jump. He no longer felt like they were a stranded ship that was lost and had no hope. Now they were acting like a normal federation vessel, lending aid to a distressed starbase. With this aim in mind, he could put the thoughts of their location out of his mind, and settle down to try and save as many lives as possible. So far already they had managed to convince four vessels to come and get checked over by the medical staff on the Nevada, and all of them had been clean. One of them had even agreed to fly back with the Nevada and help aid the process. Harrias was meant to be meeting their captain in a few minutes.
In the mean time however, he had moved up to the operations console to liaise with Lt Cmdr Jenkins to try and figure out the number of ships that were likely to have escaped their grasp, and to calculate whether it would be possible to round up more with shuttles equipped with medical gear. Judging from the numbers they were seeing, and their sensor readings, it would only be possible if the escaping ships were stopping when they got a certain distance away, something there was no evidence of. So it was with a heavy heart that Harrias decided to risk the spread of the virus, at least for the moment, as it would be logistically impossible to cover the whole area.
With this still bearing on his mind, the trill made his way into his ready room once more to meet Commander Travek, the commanding officer of the ship that was now assisting them. A few minutes after he had arrived inside, she materialised directly into the room.
- “Commander Travek, a pleasure.” Jira said, offering his hand. - “Likewise Captain Jira.” Harrias beamed at her, and offered the alien commander a seat on his sofa. - “Nice room you have here Captain, I should look into getting something similar installed on my vessel. But I get the idea that this is a much longer term ship. How long are your stints on board?” - “Well, normally about five years, although that has periods of leave built into it. But this is home for those five. Yours?”
Travek laughed before she answered. - “Generally about 100 days a year. Maybe I’ll pass on the luxurious office until I’m as mad as you!” - “Maybe.” He smiled at her once more. “Now, onto business I’m afraid. What are your medical facilities like?” - “Nothing like as good as yours but again, we’ve never had the need. However, with a few updates from you, I think we can handle about 10 patients an hour with our staff. And we have capacity for about two hundred in case of an evacuation.” - “Great. I’ll talk to my Chief Medical Officer, and Chief Engineer about upgrading your medical systems to cope with the virus, or at least, to cope with detecting it. As yet, we have no cure, as we haven’t seen it yet.” At his words, Travek’s face went white. - “You don’t want to see it. Ever. I saw it at work, one of our crew was afflicted before we left the base. We left him on the other side of the airlock. We had to watch it slowly devour him, killing him. In the end, we left, leaving him to the quicker death that the vacuum of space offered.” She shuddered at the memory.
Sensing that his opposite number wanted to leave, Harrias quickly reminded her that his CMO and CEO would be in touch, and then indicated to the bridge to lower the shields once more to allow her to beam off.
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Post by romanvicente on Aug 14, 2005 20:46:39 GMT
A pulsating sound in his ears was the rhythm to which Roman awoke. Opening his eyes, he found his sight as blurred and confusing as his memories of recent days. As the headache abated and the shapes and colours in front of his eyes flowed from form to form until they finally took the shapes of themselves, unveiling the sickbay of a ship Roman couldn’t recall being on. Then when he attempted to rise and stand a flare of dizziness came to him instead of the recollection of the recent past he was after. The dizziness took to his legs thus he was forced to take a seat on the bed for a moment that lasted only shortly. He took a breath so deep that it became the breeze to force the cloudy confusion out of his mind and the ray of light that broke through became the source of knowledge like the ancients said it was. A recollection of past events flowed through his memory, filling the gaps that had been there: graduation from Starfleet Academy, transfer to the USS Nevada, the attack on the ship and then... then nothing.
“Are you feeling alright?” A look over Roman’s shoulder showed to whom the woman’s voice belonged: a young Bajoran doctor.
“Yeah,” Roman nodded as he said that, even though a headache was everpresent and a slight sense of nausea had locked its claw around his stomach. “I’m feeling alright, doctor ehm... Melain? No, wait... doctor Lorre. Sorry, I always get that wrong the first time with you Bajorans: surname first.”
“Doctor Lorre, yes. Do you remember what happened to you?”
“Last thing I know was overseeing a stock-taking down in cargo bay three of some scientific equipment. After that: nothing at all until I woke up here in sickbay. Somewhere something went wrong.”
Knowing how the Nevada had crossed unimaginable distances through space that had lead them to becoming lost, Melain could not but agree. “Yes, you could say that,” she sighed. “When we came under attack a crate fell on you, it knocked you unconscious. It hit you really bad.”
“How long have I been here then?”
“Well... since stardate 2391.0501 give or take a few days.”
“What?” Roman jumped up in disbelief. “That long?”
“I’m afraid so. I’ve got a padd here, it contains all the information of what happened in the mean time. I suppose it’d be best if quickly told you one or two things already.”
Every word she said in the following minutes was like a rope that tied his hands and legs and thoughts as he lost all sense of what to do and what to think in the face of the picture that she painted: reality.
“I know it’s got to be hard to wake up and find yourself out here... wherever that might be.”
“Oh, I’m just astonished to learn of all the things that can happen in such a short time. It feels as if just yesterday I was still at the Academy, celebrating my graduation, and then as if with some magic scroll I find myself here; an arrow pointing to the Nevada and with a touch bringing me there.”
“Not to mention being so far away from home all of the sudden.”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong. I’m quite close: home is just a few decks above us.”
“I wish it were that easy for everyone... some of the crew have gone on strike. But, for now, that’s nothing you should worry about. I want you to take it easy the next few days, you need to regain your strenghts before you can go back on duty again. You might want to get something to eat.”
“Now you mention it, I’m kind of hungry. And I suppose I could also do with a quick visit to the lavatory. Guess I’ll be off to the mess hall first then.”
“Be my guest, but I do want to see you again tomorrow.”
“Sure, I was just thinking the same: a candlelight dinner, a good bottle of wine... You quarters or mine?”
Melain coughed, prompting Roman to laugh. “Don’t worry. I know... I know... I’ll stop by tomorrow for a check-up, right here in sickbay.”
Before making his way out, he turned around to make a gallant bow. “See you tomorrow dear doctor.”
OOC: Hello everybody. Come say hi to everyone's new favourite chief science officer. ;D
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2005 0:32:58 GMT
(O.O.C Greets Roman! Great first post! I am operating under the notion that Travek is not a Dradrian as well, and have coined: Vretenian for her species)
Melain laughed as the new Science officer left for the mess. She had been under pressure from some of the senior staff to get him up and about, being without a Cheif Science officer was having a draining effect on some of the crew. Luckily Melain had managed to keep her Medical team together, of course unlike much of the crew they had things to keep them occupied.
So far Cargo bay 3 had been set up as a quarintine for the Dradrians and cargo bay 4 was well under way. Ward two was set up for decon and several shuttles where equiped for rescue. She'd seen lieutenant Toledo in the shuttle bay but had been unable to stop and ask about his cat and the new kittens. That conversation would have to wait untill later.
Melain's commbadge chirped =A= Captain Jira to Doctor Lorre=A=
=A= Lorre here, what can I do for you?=A=
=A= Commander Travek is ready for you to review her ships medical facility, please report to transporter room one =A=
Melain had been looking forward to visiting the other ship, she enjoyed working with the various alien doctors they had already met on their way to the Dradrian Base.
=A= On my way Captain=A= Melain picked up a PADD and a tricorder. "Rachel, I'd like you to come with me, Nurse Irine will take you place" The Head nurse nodded and followed Melain to the transporter.
Melain found transporting to be a somewhat uncomfortable affair, but understood it's conveniance, chosing to 'grin and bare it" rather then complain before and after every trip. Once the prickling, unnerving event was over she opend her eyes to take in the Vretenian ship. She had only caught a glimpse of their relief allies before. They where somewhat aquatic in nature, with dull greenish rubbery skin. Their technology seemed to reflect this in wavy fluidic patterns.
"You must by from the Nevada, follow me." A smaller Vretenian greeted them. He (Melain geussed it was a male, but was not sure) wore a greyish jumpsuit with several red stripes on his shoulders.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 15, 2005 7:49:35 GMT
The sonic shower felt soothing over his light blue skin. The couple of hours of sleep had revitalized Zhukarak and he was ready to get back to work.
Stepping out of his shower, he proceeded to get dressed in a fresh uniform. He observed how Theel'zhiin was stretching his wings, having just arisen from his slumber as well. After a couple of stretches and a trip to go 'between', Theelzhiin was ready to tag along on Zhukarak's shoulder. Zhuk sensed that Theel'zhiin was hoping they would eat first. He enjoyed tasting the variety of humanoid cuisines.
To Theel'zhiin's chagrin, Zhukarak felt it more prudent to check on recent developments. Disappointed, Theel'zhiin decided to vanish and find his own means of satisfying his hunger. ~ Maybe he'll visit Dr. Lorre. He does seem to have a fondness for her. ~ Zhukarak thought briefly.
Visiting with Sergeant Carrera, he was ensured that the marines and other crew members had completed the conversion process for the quarantine areas. Patients hadn't arrived yet as the Nevada had yet to arrive at the coordinates of the distress call.
Shuttles had been prepared as well. A lot of the standard gear was stripped to convert them into medical transport carriers. Zhuk placed himself onto the roster to ensure he would be flying one of the shuttles for this medical relief effort.
After Zhukarak was satisfied that everything and everyone was prepared for this mission, he finally decided to head for Ten Forward to get a meal. Upon arriving, he recognized one of the newer crew members, who had been in a coma almost since they had become lost.
Zhukarak stepped over to one of the many replicators and ordered a few home dishes. Andorian cabbage soup, with some tuber root, and Deka tea, a hot beverage to wash it all down with. Placing his meal on a tray, he proceeded towards the table where he spotted the newer crew member.
"Mr. Vicente, I am surprised to see you here. Dr. Lorre didn't mention that your condition was improving."
"Well, I guess it wasn't. I mean, I just kinda woke up. My vitals were already steady and good for my condition, nothing really to improve upon other than waking up, and that's what I did." Roman was rubbing the back of his own head, as if he had just bumped it.
"Yes, if I remember correctly, a crate toppled over on top of you. You've kept the doctor quite busy at first, and kept her company for a while as well." Zhuk mused.
"Ah yes, anything to spend some quality time with the good doctor." Roman winked with one of his eyes while having a slight grin on his face.
Zhuk hadn't really had the chance to get to know this crew member before his unfortunate accident. He didn't know if this was the typical form of what humans called joking, or if he really had an affinity for Doctor Lorre. It didn't matter. Zhuk found it to be both, amusing and interesting.
Zhuk was ready to get back to their situation at hand. "Have you had a chance to run any analysis of what we might be facing?"
<Tag Roman>
OOC: Welcome again!
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Post by romanvicente on Aug 15, 2005 11:45:36 GMT
Zhuk was ready to get back to their situation at hand. "Have you had a chance to run any analysis of what we might be facing?" “Not yet. I’ve only been on my feet for a short while now,” Roman pointed at the padd next to his plate on the table. “The doctor was so kind to give me an update on everything that happened. On everything that went wrong really...” “You could say that.” “I can’t promise much for now, I’m only working half days for now. Doctor’s orders, I need to take it easy, so I was told, and I sure wouldn’t want to upset the doctor. Still, I’ll see what I can do in my quarters, I’m not sure miss Lorre would be happy with that but I won’t tell if you won’t.” “You’ve got my word.” “Great!” Roman finished his meal that instant. “There’s just one thing I’m glad at: I was never conscious to taste that liquid food the pumped into me! It’s barbaric really, one look at it is more than enough of that in my lifetime.” He arose from his seat and picked up his tray. “I hope you will excuse me, I’ve still got to check in with the captain and round up the applause at the science department. After that I’ll go have a look at my quarters before I start thinking sickbay is my home. If I don’t return, I’ll probably have drowned in a one meter layer of dust... I knew I should’ve got a charwoman...” “I’ll send my brave marines after you should that happen.” “Thanks,” Vicente was about to move away before changing his mind. “Oh and by the way, those antennae of yours,” he paused and gave a nod. “They look great on you!” “Thanks you... pink skin.” Roman laughed and excused himself again. “See you around, sir.” Walking through the corridors, it was impossible. Impossible not to notice how the chain recent events, spelled out word by word on Roman’s padd, had dragged the crew along as the passing of time had written down their worries, their faces as the books from which it could be all be read. Captain’s ready room “Yes, sir. I think, well I hope, that doctor Lorre will allow me to work full time again very soon. I’m itching to get back to work, but for now, I still have a lot of catching up to do so having to take it easy is working out fine so far,” said Roman, finding himself seated opposite to his Trill captain, a person he had only scarcely seen before. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad to see you’re doing well and I’m looking forward to working with you.” “Thank you, sir. With your permission, I’d like to go have a look at the science department now and then catch up on events in my quarters.” “Of course. It’s good to have you back.” With that, the conversation drew to an end and Roman went on his way once more.
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Post by fthelev on Aug 15, 2005 12:51:50 GMT
(ooc. right, I'm back again as well. En welkom aan boord lelijkerd ) It has been at least over one and a half week that Frek was released from sickbay since their recent adventure. They had made several jumps through different gates. But thus far to no avail. At least time have been somewhat quite, it gave them some time to lick their wounds and get the ship back to its normal working conditions. Unfortunately things turned out a bit differently than expected. Crew on strike, the Dradrian distress call and not to mention he was still locked out of his quarters. He should really see Commander Paris about that. Since T’Fat had fallen ill, seemingly the same decease that had struck Commander Steve, she had taken over the sceptre in engineering. Hopefully she would be more eager to help him breaking into his quarters. The doors were hermetically locked since they jumped the first gate. A combination of some energy burst and some failing safety protocols had ensured the electronics got fried. The door slit open with a soft whiz and something in a grey suit whizzed out. Frek stepped into sickbay. Melain had made a point out of it to check on his condition every other day since he was released from her domain. Frek looked around sickbay. Something was different. Not quite right. He couldn’t see what it was, but suddenly it struck him. “What happened to him?” he asked pointing at an empty biobed. Melain looked up from a padd and followed the direction of his finger. This time it was not swollen. “You mean ensign Vicente?” Frek nodded. Vicente was probably the only one who had spent more time in sickbay than he had. No including sickbay personnel that is. “He woke up sometime yesterday afternoon,” Melain explained. “And since he was in excellent physical shape, unlike yourself, I let him go back to his duties.” “Hmm,” Frek said, “A shame though. I’m gonna miss him down here. I was already beginning to seem him as a brother.” With a loud groan he hoisted himself on one of the bio beds. The same one he usually had. Tom had suggested they put a sign on with his name on it and the text ‘reserved’. Tom, of course, had a bad sense of humour. But then again that was not totally unexpected since he was an EMH. It seemed it didn’t matter what version they brought out, it had always that same consistent flaw. Not unlike Microsoft Windows, he had read about it in some book about ancient Earth software programming. Frek gestured at the door while Melain did her scans. “Who was that, one of the Vretenian?” Mostly he had been busy coordinating the evacuation flights and he hadn’t had the chance to meet any of them. Let alone to visit their ship like Melain had done. “Yep. Their checking compatibility with our systems. How’s your toe?” she asked. “Not so good actually. One of those human crewmembers, what’s his name again? He dropped a box of supplies on it.” “How can that hurt. A box of medications isn’t that heavy.” Frek scowled. “They were machine parts.” He let out a deep sigh. “He’s out to get me Melain. I simply know it. It’s not like it is the first time something like this happened you know?” I know all too well, Melain thought and injected him with some hypospray. “The swelling will be gone in a few hours.” “I hope so,” Frek said looking sorrowfully, “And it was just healing so nicely.” He looked up from his toe to his friend. “Anyhow, how was it on the Vretenian ship?” <tag Melain>
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2005 16:29:16 GMT
Melain spent several hours going over the Vretenian sickbay, it was relativly well stocked, and the only priority on Melain's mind was the absence of Hyposprays. The Vtrenian doctors still used exchangable viles of medicine to administer medications. The exchange of viles took up time and increased the likelyhood of dosage mistakes. Apart from Hyposprays Melain added some quarintine equipment and diagnostic tools. In exchange the Vretenian doctor Relek had offerd up any information in thier database regarding the virus, as well as a small sample from one of their own crewmembers who had sucummed to the plague. It was an old sample, and would be of little help, but Melain resolved to make the best of it.
One of the Vretenian medics accompanied Melain and Rachel back to the Nevada to test system compatibility. With all the adjustments to be made on both ships Melain suspected that her Med technician Tenet would be very busy the next couple of days.
Back in sickbay Melain set up the sample for testing, but was interupted by Frek's daily visit. Tom poaked his head out of Ward two where he was setting up a decon station. "Told you he'd be back in here, I can make the sign, it won't be a problem, after all it's not like I sleep."
"I'd rather not encourage his visits." Melain replied, following Frek to his regular biobed. Frek had reinjured his tow, and Melain was pondering the possibility of getting him steel toed boots. It would certainly save on medical supplies.
"So, how was the Vretenian ship?" Frek asked, hoping down from the biobed.
"Their sickbay reminds me of the mid 22 century earth vessels. I doubt the Vretenians get sick very often. I'm sending over a case of hyposprays, they haven't developed that technology yet and it's vital to medical..."
"The ship Melain, not just the sickbay." Frek laughed. "Surely you saw more then just that."
"Oh, well I don't know if yuo saw one of them, but the Vretenian are aquatic. I was talking to one of the doctors and he said that the lowest levels of the ship are actually imersed in water, I wouldn't have minded taking a look around, but I dond't find the time." Melain replied.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Aug 15, 2005 19:59:48 GMT
With his discussion with their newly energised Science Officer complete, Harrias was feeling even more confident and happy than he had been feeling already. He felt like a younger man once more, something that almost embarrassed him, as most of the commanding officer’s in Starfleet were men in their late fifties, or sixties. Although, the trill had noticed that in Section 47, the average age tended to be a lot younger, and it might be true to say that he numbered as one of the older COs in the fleet. He was certainly older than Admiral Magellan, a man that he considered a mentor in addition to being his direct superior officer.
Now that Mr Vicente was back, they finally had a full complement of Chiefs of Staff, the first time that such a thing had occurred since he had taken command of the Nevada a year ago, almost to the day. The situation was slightly less happy, and complicated by the illness that had struck T’Fat down, and was looking like sending Steve to a similar fate. Thankfully, Commander Paris was on hand to take up the duties in engineering, something that she had been working up towards anyway, but with the illness to T’Fat, she had had to bring forward the date of her taking on the position full time.
Captain Jira walked back onto the bridge, and leant over the relief nav officer, Lieutenant Paver.
- “What’s our ETA to the starbase?” - “About 26 hours sir.” The reply came promptly.
Jira paused, slightly confused. - “But I was told we were less than a day away earlier?” - “That was at maximum warp sir. We are going significantly slower due to meeting other ship’s on the way sir. And the Vretenian ship is not as fast as ours sir.”
Harrias cursed silently, not liking the fact that they were going to take even longer to get to the base, but he realised that there wasn’t really any option. If he wanted to save as many people as possible, this was the only course of action he could take. It might be possible to leave the Vretenian vessel to come in slowly, but it had worse sensors, and in addition, the fact that it was a normal ship to see around meant people would pay less attention to it. So, the only thing they could do was what he was already doing, slowing their approach slightly to gather in as many of the running vrakla (a trill animal similar to a sheep) as possible.
- “Very well Ms Paver.” He nodded quickly at the helmswoman, and then walked back to his seat in the centre of the room. As he took it, Lt Commander Jenkins spoke up from the operations console.
- “Captain, Doctor Lorre is reporting the first case of the virus found so far. She has set up a quarantine with the patient, and so far has had no luck in treating, or even identifying the genome.” - “Patch me through to her.” - “Aye sir.”
A few seconds later, he voice came over the comm system, echoing slightly due to her suit. - “Captain, although I am able to identify the symptoms, and in some cases slow them, I am not actually making any headway on the virus at all, merely slowing some of the side effects. I must also report that in doing so, I do not think I am slowing down the rate at which the patient is dying.” - “Damn. Is Mr Vicente down there with you?” - “No.” She replied, slightly chagrined that he felt another chief of staff was necessary. - “I think he should be present, to offer a helping hand. Harrias out.”
He closed the link, and then quickly spoke to Ensign Vicente, explaining the situation, and giving him his orders.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2005 21:32:43 GMT
(O.O.C Boy this ship is picking up the pace. Harrias, I've got a sample of the virus, not a patient but no problem, I'll simply get a patient) Frek had to head up the bridge for his shift, so Melain was left to continue with her sample. T'fat, the vulcan Engineer was due for a check up in a quarter hour. Like Steve she had not looked well for the past week, however unlike Steve she was not in prime physical condition (infact Melain had been on the Vulcan's case about this ever since setting foot on board). Melain was forced to order the Vulcan off duty several days ago, resulting in several minor officers going on strike in protest. Melain had tentitivaly diagnosed the Engineer with Tuvan Syndrome, which T'fat's medical records show as being present in her family history. =A= Captain Jira to Commander Lorre, The Vretenian's have detected a small shuttle, scans indicate a single lifesign, showing signs of having contracted the virus. They request that we take the patient on board =A= This made sense to Melain, who was spearheading the relief project among the medical teams of all the vessels due to the Nevada's state of the art medical facility. "Tom, Rachel prepare the ward two quarintine for our first patient" "What about cargo bay three" Rachel asked. "This is going to be our first live example of the virus, I want to run a full diagnostic and being treatment now rather then when we reach the star base." melain replied, Rachel nodded. "All set up and ready to go" Tom reported, he wuld be in charge of the ward quarintine due mainly to the fact that as a Hologram he could not contract the virus. =A= Sickbay is ready to recieve the patient, beam them directly to ward two, biobed 5 =A= Melain headed to wear several biosuits where waiting and slipped into one, accompanied with the nagging feeling that she was going to get very used to wearing one. Melain was slightly shocked, the patient was not a species she had encounterd yet, but matched the description of the Dradrians. A middle aged female, who was presently unconsouse. Immediatly she spotted signs of the virus. The Dradrians normally rough huzel brown skin, was dull, and pale. Purple veins and blue arteries where easlily visible. The patients nose seemed runny, a futile attempt of the body's to combat the virus. Her breathing was rapid and forced. Tom was already using a medical tricorder and filling out a PADD. Melain set to work helping him, rachel would notify her when T'fat arrived, and was perfectly capable of running a few checks without Melain's assistance. Melain tried a few basic treatments for similer viruses encounters in the Federation, all proved useless and she soon found herself tackling symptoms rather then the virus itself in an attempt to at least keep the patient alive. . A few seconds later, Harrias's voice came over the comm system, echoing slightly due to her suit. - “Captain, although I am able to identify the symptoms, and in some cases slow them, I am not actually making any headway on the virus at all, merely slowing some of the side effects. I must also report that in doing so, I do not think I am slowing down the rate at which the patient is dying.” - “Damn. Is Mr Vicente down there with you?” - “No.” She replied, slightly chagrined that he felt another chief of staff was necessary. - “I think he should be present, to offer a helping hand. Harrias out.” Melain sighed, Roman would help out in mapping the virus, but this was her project and her oppertunity to prove herself and despite her strong desire to cure this virus as soon as possible, she wanted to do it alone
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 16, 2005 7:12:20 GMT
Zhukarak was in conference with CPT Jira in the Ready Room when both of their comm badges chirped due to a medical emergency, which activated all comm badges of the senior staff.
=/\= Medical Emergency on the bridge. Commander Steve has collapsed. I repeat, we have a medical emergency on the bridge for Commander Steve. =/\=
The distressed voice came from Grace. Zhuk and Harrias were already on the bridge when Dr. Lorre replied back.
=/\= Prepare for emergency transport to sickbay. =/\=
Grace was beside Steve, holding the back of his head. He was unresponsive. Dr. Lorre came back through.
=/\= I'm ready to receive the Commander. =/\=
This time Zhuk tapped his comm badge immediately. "Transporter room, energize now!"
The familiar blue glow enveloped the Commander, dematerializing him from the bridge. CPT Jira approached Grace with concern. "What happened?"
"I don't know. He just arrived to the bridge and sat down in his chair trying to look up our status on his situation display when he just slumped over and fell to the floor. I mean, he already looked kind of out of it when he got here, but I didn't expect this. Didn't even 'sense' it."
"It's alright, Grace. There was nothing you could have done. I should have seen this coming and ordered him to sickbay when I had the chance." The Captain put his hand on Counselor Grace's shoulder for comfort.
"I will go to sickbay to check on the Commander's status." Zhukarak announced. As he walked towards the turbolift, he was briefly halted by CPT Jira.
"Mr. Hrisvalar! I have a feeling that CMDR Steve isn't going to be available for a few days. We have a dire situation at hand that is going to require the position of the First Officer to be filled immediately."
Zhukarak, along with everyone else on the bridge, understood what the Captain was saying, but he didn't exactly understand why the Captain was making this point directly to him.
"So, Mr. Hrisvalar, I would like to know if you would be willing to operate in that capacity. In other words, I would like for you to be my First Officer, at least until CMDR Steve returns." There it was, the reason for the directness towards Zhukarak.
To a marine there was no greater loyalty than to his fellow marines and his CO. In Zhukarak's case, it was Captain Jira to whom his loyalty had been pledged ever since he stepped on-board the Nevada. For that reason there was no hesitancy to Zhukarak's reply. "I am honored at your request Captain, and I accept the full responsibilities of being your First Officer." Without any further words between the two, Zhukarak stepped onto the turbolift to continue his journey to sickbay.
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Post by romanvicente on Aug 16, 2005 14:10:30 GMT
A dream within the streaming water, a thought reflected in the water’s clarity, and the instant of awakening the dye that clouded the water and eyes, no matter how precarious they searched, had to let go. A world collapsed, another day arose from it’s crumbling walls, a yawn being nothing but a remnant, a fragment of a broken mirror that, in it’s reflection, showed a glimpse of what had been. He snapped out of it and so Roman got up, got cleaned, got dressed, got going.
It was in the turbolift that his combadge alerted him.
“Vicente here.”
“Ensign,” he recognized Harrias’ voice. “I want you to assist doctor Lorre down in sickbay researching the virus.”
“No problem, sir. I had to be there anyway for a check on my condition.”
“Good, keep me informed on your progress. Jira out.”
A dream within the ongoing hours of day, a face reflected all sense of beauty and when his ears caught her words they flowed down as a tender flame to melt away all worries and thoughts not of joy that clinged to his heart as icicles.
“Morning doctor,” Roman greeted Melain in good-spirited fashion, standing in the opened door.
“Ensign.” Her one word told an entire story as he knew straight away she wasn’t too thrilled of having him helping her out.
“I suppose you already know why I’m here...” he slowly walked in. “the captain just told me to come here and assist you wherever possible.”
“Yes I know.”
Behind every spoken word, in a way, lingered discomforting silence. “Obviously excitement does not walk among us...”
“I’m sorry,” Melain excused herself. “It’s nothing.” However, the lie was just a thin sheet over turbulent waters: it could not ever hide the turmoil of the truth beneath.
Roman brought his hands together behind his back, making a slight bow as he came to speak again: “Well, if it helps you can still declare me unfit for full-time duty and then I’ll be gone by noon.”
Silence cast itself over the room. Suffocating. Like a shadow, relentless in pursuit of it’s origin, it was almost an impossibility by itself to shake it off, though an attempt had to be made.
“Alright then, since this is not my area of expertise: I’d be honoured if you lead this dance and I’ll try not to step on your toes,” said Roman with a gesture towards the medical lab and he offered her a smile, for it was all that he could offer there and then.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2005 17:53:54 GMT
Melain was about to begin showing Roman the work she had already done when her commbadge chirped anxiosly.
=/\= Medical Emergency on the bridge. Commander Steve has collapsed. I repeat, we have a medical emergency on the bridge for Commander Steve. =/\=
The distressed voice came from Grace. Zhuk and Harrias were already on the bridge when Dr. Lorre replied back.
=/\= Prepare for emergency transport to sickbay. =/\=
Grace was beside Steve, holding the back of his head. He was unresponsive. Dr. Lorre came back through.
=/\= I'm ready to receive the Commander. =/\=
"You'll have to figure that out on your own for the moment." Melain informed Roman as she rushed over to where Steve had materialized on the primary biobed. "Rachel, I'll need your help, Tom keep working on the Dradrian patient." Melain orderd. Having failed to make any headway on curing the virus's first victim, Melain had passed her care to the EMH untill progress could be made. Rachel arrived with a tray of instruments, but Melain had already began. The first step was to test him for the virus. Thankfully her Tricorder didn't detect iany signs of it. He was indeed unconsouse, and his brain readings where eractic. She whould have called him down to sickbay when she first noticed his health receading. She was beginning her diagnostic when the doors to sickbay slid open and Major Hrisvalor stepped in purpously. "Any idea what happend?" He asked her immediatly. "I'm not sure, the disconcerning electropathic signature in Commander Steve's thalamus seems to point toward Iresine syndrome. In which case I'll need to check his histamine count. Of course My diagnostic could be completly off the map, as a multitude of different substances in his blood stream tend to exibit the same symptoms." Melain replied, feeling somewhat helpless. "Do what you have to doctor, at this point do you have any clue when he'll regain consousness?" The Major asked, he seemed more concerned over Commander Steve's situation then Melain would have expected. "If he is suffering from Iresine syndrome, his coma should last approximatly 72 hours." Melain eyed the Marine curiosly. "Can you revive him any earlier?" "Not without risking severe brain damage, no." Melain brushed past the Marine to grab a hypospray, with which she drew up a dose of Tricordarazine. "This should help stabalise his neural condition, but beyond hat there is little I can do untill I'm sure of what he is suffering from. Now if you don't mind my asking, why are you so concerned?." <Tag Zhuk>
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Aug 17, 2005 10:02:20 GMT
"As you know by now, we are in a dire situation. Part of the crew is becoming quite restless, we are in the middle of a medical relief mission, and now CMDR Steve is lying here in sickbay. His presence as the First Officer is needed."
Zhukarak couldn't tell her anymore. Was he actually afraid of stepping in for CMDR Steve? No, that wasn't it. The position was no different as when he was a Company Commander in the Imperial Guard. That was it, he wasn't in the Imperial Guard. He wasn't sure how the Nevada crew would react to a marine as the First Officer.
Zhuk could tell that the doctor wasn't buying his answer. She would find out sooner or later, but it wasn't going to be from him at this moment. Dr. Lorre had enough to do as it was, without worrying about this newly developed situation.
"I have to return to my duties. Please send me status reports every twelve hours on the Commanders' health." Zhuk was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of Ensign Vicente in the back.
Remembering his conversation with him in Ten Forward, coupled with a few comments that he recalled from before his accident, Zhuk needed to ensure that the Ensign didn't cause any unnecessary distractions with Dr. Lorre.
"Ensign Vicente!" Roman peeked from around the corner. "It is imperative that our abilities to search for a cure of this virus are not impaired by any means."
The Ensign had a questionable look on his face, while the doctor reacted with a slight smile. Zhukarak turned around only to disappear through the main entrance of sickbay.
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Post by fthelev on Aug 17, 2005 17:43:58 GMT
When Frek arrived on the bridge everything was calm and quite. Everyone new what to do to making the necessary preparation for their relief mission. As he walked over the helm console to relieve Ms Pavel, he couldn’t help noticing how badly Commander Steve looked. He sincerely hoped he never resembled that. If he didn’t start to look better soon he might really be in need of doctor. Frek tapped his junior colleague on the shoulder. Quickly she ran through the current situation with her superior and left the bridge. She looked tired and clearly she needed some rest. His trained and sometimes unfortunate fingers ran over the controls, bringing up information on their current speed and that of the Vretenian vessel. His eyes glided over the readouts, his mind slowly forming an idea of speeding things up. Their ETA was still twenty-four hours, which could be less if it weren’t for the alien vessels capabilities. He was just about to make his suggestion when the First Officer collapsed. Colonel Hrisvalar reacted quickly as did the medical staff. The familiar shimmering appeared on the bridge as the FO was transported out to sickbay.
Frek looked around, the bridge was awfully quite for a few seconds, than some of the personnel began to mumble about what happened only a minute ago. One of the crewmen stepped over to Frek, who was now the senior officer on the bridge since Zhuk and the Counsellor had also left for sickbay. “Sir?” the crewman asked, “Will the commander be okay?” He looked up from his console. He had seen his face before, but couldn’t place a name with it. “I don’t know,” Frek replied truthfully, “We’ll have to wait until we get some news from Doctor Lorre.” The man nodded slowly and returned to his post, relaying the information, or better said, the lack of it to his colleague.
Sometime later the doors leading to the bridge and a sombre looking Zhuk came walking in. Frek looked up to his fellow Andorian inquiringly. The Colonel shook his head. “It doesn’t look to good.” He spoke softly, apparently he didn’t want the all of the crew overhear it. He sighed and straightened his back. “So, any news lieutenant?” “Yes sir,” Frek replied, with some effort he put his mind back to his job. “I’ve been doing some calculations. If we fly in close formation with the Vretenian vessel we could extend our warp bubble around them. Since our warpfield is more efficient then theirs we should theoretically be able to decrease our travelling time with fifteen percent.” Hrisvalar bent over a little to get a closer look on the data. “Wouldn’t that require some additional energy?” “Yes colonel, but I think we can manage, but I’ll need to coordinate with engineering.”
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ooc: I know this was a bit lame, but I'm sort of short of inspiration.
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Post by gracemitchell on Aug 18, 2005 14:45:20 GMT
Grace walked into sickbay and went immediately to where Melain was "Melain, how is Steve and is there anything I can help you with?"
"The only think I can think of is if you linked with Steve to see how he is in his mind!"
"I did try that on the bridge, I couldn't pick up anything. Who is that lingering over there?" Grace pointed in the direction of Mr. Vincente.
"That is Ensign Vincente, the one who had been in a comma. The Captain sent him here to help with the Dradrian, but I got sidetracked with Commander Steve. Now he is just hanging around, until I finish with Steve for some reason."
"Where is the Dradrian, now?"
"Tom is currently looking after the Dradrian."
Grace turned to Ensign Vincente extending here hand "Ensign Vincente, glad to see you are awake. I am Commander Grace Mitchell, the ship's counselor"
Roman took her hand but upon hearing she was the ship's counselor, he seemed slightly reluctant to prolong contact. "Commander" he said warily.
"May I call you Roman?"
"Yes, mam!"
"Please, call me Counselor, Commander or better yet Grace will do just fine." Normally Grace never used her rank or title, but she felt that Melain and Steve could do with a bit of privacy. Whenever she used the title of Counselor most crew found other things to do at the time, so it was in this crewmember as well.
"Alright, Counselor. I think I should be helping the EMH at this time, if you will excuse me. Counselor. Doctor." Roman said as he walked away.
"Thanks, Grace. Zhuk tried to get him to leave but he didn't take the hint so well."
"He should have though, since Zhuk is now First Officer with Steve out of commission."
"He is! He didn't say anything!"
"But that is Zhuk for you. He would not undermine the workings of the ship. I would bet anything that he felt you had more than enough on your hands without that bit of information. He isn't one to 'toot his own horn, so to speak. Especially since Steve is here, just out of commission."
"Very true, Grace. Are you sure you can't sense anything with Steve?"
"Very sure! It's like there is a shield around him. It's very strange, Melain." Suddenly Grace yells "Arrrghh" falling on the floor on her knees. Then just as suddenly, she stops.
"What happened, Grace?" Melain asked.
"I just felt a lot of pain for a second. I was not able to determin who or where the pain came from. I do know it didn't come from Steve, thank goodness."
Melain, relaxed a little knowing the pain wasn't from Steve. Watching Grace in pain for that second was not a pleasant sight.
"I think, I will check with Tom and see how our patient is doing."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2005 23:15:15 GMT
Melain slipped back into her biosuit, watching Grace leave out of the corner of her eye. She was about to step into the decon chamber on her way into ward two, when she rememberd Roman Vicente was still waiting for her assistance.
"Mr Vicente, Do you need any help understanding that?" she asked, not entirely willing to take of her biosuit and help him, but feeling somewhat responsible for keeping him busy.
"I think I'll be fine. If I have any trouble I contact you on the comm." Roman replied. Melain had no idea what their Science officer's credentials where, as far as she knew he had a better grasp of genetics then herself.
"Alright then, keep me posted if you make any progress." Melain stepped into the decon chamber and waited for the next set of doors to open. It looked as though she would need to give up any ambition and desire to map and cure the virus alone. With T'Fat, Commander Steve and now this Dradrian she was already feeling stretched beyond her norm, and they hadn't even arrived at the station.
Tom, the EMh was hovering over the Dradrian patient, brow forrowed, checking a medical tricorder in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Melain's voice sounded distant in her suit.
"Her bloodpressure is not responding to my treatment, and shes begun having convulsions, spaced about 10, sometimes 15 minutes apart. I've been able to keep them under control, but still..." Even Tom looked tired. "Any luck mapping the virus?"
"Not much, I was getting to work when Commander Steve was beamed down. It looks like Iresine syndrome, but I can't be sure untill the computers done with it's tests. Ensign Vicente's working on the virus."
"Ensign... who?" Tom asked, fiddling with the hyospray in his hand.
"Vicente, he was the young man in here with the concussion, just recoverd this morning." Melain replied, she was studying the computer readout on the Dradrian's condition.
"Ah yes, Roman, the new Science head." Tom exclaimed, applying the hypo to the patient's rubbery neck. "Handsome fellow, even when his head was all swollen. It's about time he got up, we'll be needing that bed soon." He picked up the Tricorder again and checked the results of the hypo "Excellent, Blood pressure's dropping I must have stumbled on the key."
Melain looked over at the readings and copied them onto the PADD. "Tom, I may have an idea."
"More progress? Excellent at this rate will have cured Miss aqua before we reach the base." Tom seemd to have coined a name for the patient, which Melain supposed was much nicer then calling her "patient" or "Dradrian".
"Well... not that kind of an idea. I'll have to pass it by Operations, and Engineering first..." Melain wonderd whether or not the ship would be able to handle it. "I was just thinking that it would save a great deal fo time, and lower the risks of contamination if we could duplicate your program, two times, maybe more if the ship can handle it. The virus can't effect you so you don't need to worry about a suit, and can have more contact with the patients."
Tom looked doubtful "Oh, while I hadn't thought about that. It's kind of an unerving thought though, I mean how would you like it we cloned you and had a bunch of Melains running around?"
"Melain hadn't thought about this. "I supose it would bother me. Of course they'd be taken off line when the mission is through, and it would be for a nobel purpose.."
"I supose if engineering thinks it's possible you can go ahead." Tom sighed, resigning to the idea.
"Thank you Tom." Melain smiled. "It looks like you've got everything under control, I'll go check on Ensign Vicente and then head up to the bridge and check with the captain."
Tom nodded in agreement, and turned his attention back to his tricorder.
Several minutes later Melain was out of her biosuit and hovering over Roman's shoulder. "Care to fill me in Ensign?"
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Post by romanvicente on Aug 19, 2005 13:19:54 GMT
Free Haven, January 2376“Hey you!” the Bajoran came running fast towards him. Feeling so out of place, he was surprised someone hadn’t called out for him sooner. “Human?” The addressed nodded. “Yes, I am.” “What in the name of the Prophet’s are you doing here?” Where the street had once muttered words of it’s own, the collection of the crowd’s voices echoing through, it was silent as the eye of the storm, though misery had left its stains. “I came here on a transport, I wasn’t supposed to end up here, but it got diverted because it carried some medical equipment. At least that’s what they told me.” “Haven’t you heard of the viral outbreak, About Syla’s virus? This is not the best place to be.” “I’ve heard. I read humans aren’t susceptible to it, so I should be fine.” “That’s not everything… we’ve just come out of a war and there’s a shortage of everything: food, water, medicine. If you stay here walking around by yourself you’ll get mugged before you walk around the next corner. You should get back to the ship you came with.” “I can’t. It’s gone. I missed it.” “And you parents?” The boy shook his head. “The war?” He nodded: “Yes, in the first months our system was attacked, so…” A sigh. “What’s your name?” “Roman Vicente.” “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” “I’m prylar Ruka.” They shook hands. “You do know what a prylar is, right?” “I do, I know one or two things about Bajoran religion, not much though.” “Now is your chance to learn. If you want you can come with me to the monastery and stay there until you can get a transport away from here, but you’ll have to help us as long as you stay. There’s a lot that needs to be done and a lot of people that need our help here.” “Fair enough, I’ll come along then.” “Follow me.” When the hours settled and the sky coloured red in the face of the setting sun, the first journey with Ruka to those fallen ill, to drive away the monster, Syla’s virus, whose claws were locked firmly around his victim’s lungs, the endless coughs only a testimony to that, with inoculations, made Roman see the pain of others that was to weigh so heavy on his shoulders that he could not walk up straight and tall in the weeks that followed. USS Nevada-A, stardate 21.0719Elusive as the clouds of the sky who, living not in one form or the other but ever-changing shape and appearance, for not one could keep them content, came to grow before pouring their hearts out and vanishing as they could not but disappear, a wall without foundation, crumbling as it went: this easily misconceived as rain and in their last defiant act, as in their thousand lives they still failed to learn Icaros’ lesson, they were to fall over the horizon, their end in the static observer’s world; to all that, to such elusiveness was the virus enslaved. Several minutes later Melain was out of her biosuit and hovering over Roman's shoulder. "Care to fill me in Ensign?" “The protein coat was quite annoying to get through, but I got to extract the DNA and the computer’s mapping it now. It’s at about forty percent now. I’ve tried cross-referencing it with viruses in our database, but well, no luck so far. That was too much to expect I suppose, half way across the universe. How’s the patient?” All that time he only turned his eyes of the monitoring screen when enquiring about the Dradrian woman. “We haven’t made much progress so far.” “Sorry to hear that… You know, in the way it manifests itself, this virus sure does resemble Syla’s virus including the symptoms. I hope some of the DNA will compare favourably, it would give is some foothold.” “Syla’s virus… that’s Bajoran.” “I know, I saw an outbreak of it the first time I was on Free Haven long ago, just after the war. There was no power and water, so the virus had carte blanche there. Good thing this space station is easy to isolate.” “What were you doing on Free Haven?” “That’s a long story… a bit too long to start with now, but I can let you know already I learned to cook some Bajoran dishes. They found my Tuwaly pie irresistible. You should try it sometimes, though I haven’t made one for ages… not since I joined Starfleet I think. ‘You’ll boldly go where no man has gone before’ they said, never thought they were going to take it so literally…” The percentages of virus DNA mapped began to grow in number rapidly.
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