Dreamweaver - "Fallen Angel" Joint Mission Thread

[romanvicente]

Randicore III

It was the hour that the night, the dome of stars and moonlight, collapsed in on itself, not able to withstand the dark it itself had created and from the ashes, the waving grass and sleepy waters from which the morning dew spiraled up, arose the morning. Rising with the sun came dawn, dancing across the distant horizon, the skyline, her motion so elegant, more fluent than mountain streams in search of the sea as the made their way down the towering heights of their origins. Her arms swayed in the wind ever so sensuous and the clouds she made to move along with a gently touch of her breath. Dancing across distant horizon with a motion so elegant, it was pure joy that sparked her movements and the sun was shining brighter each moment, such was the inspiration she exhibited, the aura that painted across the sky the colours of morning, the soothing shades of a lighter teint red and it radiated through the fields of clouds that would never betray the beauty of she who danced between them, for they were enchanted by her touch and, in being enchanted, the became themselves enchanting. Rising with the sun, more fluent than mountain streams. The wind was but the collection of her whispered words, poetry of the heart, to which the trees would sway in admiration and to which the flowers would hold up high their heads not to miss the finest notes. Rising came dawn, across the skyline she danced. And she rose and she rose, the sun carried in her hands, and she rose and she rose, grew in stature and in age and as she came to her adolesence she could not but lose her playful spirit. So dawn faded and all that remained were the hours of day.

Yet despite being witnesses to such splendorous and magical moments each morning anew, all souls living under the sun fell victim to needless urge to kill, breathing a hate fiercer than the fires of a thousand suns, conquering and devouring, scorching and consuming: this was the kind of hate that burned up the soul. Madness stood victorious in their eyes, hate languished unopposed in their veins. What could be said of this other than that the once strong and cherished love to die for had become the powerful and embraced hate that killed. A love to die for, a hate that killed. Was there anything left worth living for?

[mercy]

Stuart stood up in front of this rather large gathering. He had given his reports before to the Admiral himself, but now he almost felt like he had to give a public speech. The fact that Stuart had no significant medical findings on their only alien guest was not helping matters either.

After the Captain and the Doctor from the Nevada finished, Stuart was able to begin from where they had left off.

“Thank you Captain Jira, and Dr. Lorre. Your findings also support my theory that whatever we are dealing with may very well be DNA specific. Part of my theory stems from the fact that our alien guest does not show the same tendencies of being ‘mad’ as the rescued crew of the Angel. His biology is that of a reptilian race, and at the time of his capture he was in a coma or dormant like state. Now many reptilian species find themselves in this state when certain conditions are met, such as the environment being too cold.”

Stuart gave his audience a moment to process this information, before continuing.

“As of yet, it is not certain if this alien is the cause of the Angel’s infection, through the passing of a micro-organism, or if he has the cure since he is not affected himself. Which then leads us to believe that the artifact, itself is the cause of the infection. Dr. Lorre, I would very much like for us to exchange any and all data in the hopes of trying to solve this. Of course, anything the Science Officers could add to this, Mr. Vicente and Mr. Zimmerman, that would be very appreciative as well. Thank you. That is all I have for now, Admiral Lin.”

Stuart took his PADD and returned to his seat, glad that the spotlight was no longer on him.

[Magellan Lin]

"Thankyou Doctor. That about wraps the briefing. I want you to be carefully out there. What ever the artifact does it disabled the Angel and her crew I dont want the same to happen to the El Sal and Nevada. So good luck and keep in regular touch. You have clearance to leave as soon as you see fit." Magellan answered, He set down his padd and moved over to Deis and Jira,
"All the best Captains, watch your backs. I ll keep Dr Mercy working on the visitor and let you kow any findings we make"

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[ariennye]

ariennye ::noded: to this new infomation given to her. she then rasie her brow as in acceptance to this information, knowing that she was going to have her work cut out for her she then relizing that the brief had come to end as she was dismist. as well train cadet left heading towards the ship which she was assign to.

[Deleted]

mercy said:

“Thank you Captain Jira, and Dr. Lorre. Your findings also support my theory that whatever we are dealing with may very well be DNA specific. Part of my theory stems from the fact that our alien guest does not show the same tendencies of being ‘mad’ as the rescued crew of the Angel. His biology is that of a reptilian race, and at the time of his capture he was in a coma or dormant like state. Now many reptilian species find themselves in this state when certain conditions are met, such as the environment being too cold.”

Stuart gave his audience a moment to process this information, before continuing.

“As of yet, it is not certain if this alien is the cause of the Angel’s infection, through the passing of a micro-organism, or if he has the cure since he is not affected himself. Which then leads us to believe that the artifact, itself is the cause of the infection. Dr. Lorre, I would very much like for us to exchange any and all data in the hopes of trying to solve this. Of course, anything the Science Officers could add to this, Mr. Vicente and Mr. Zimmerman, that would be very appreciative as well. Thank you. That is all I have for now, Admiral Lin.”

Once the meeting had closed Melain headed over to were Stuart was seated, she had prepared a breif summery of her experiance with the virus, and had taken the PADD with her. Of course that would not be enough, she'd have to ensure that all information was transfered over to Doctor Mercy. "This outlined the Dradrian's response to the virus, and our own attempts at treating it. At the moment we can control blood pressure to a certain extent, and have had some luck keeping the patients comfortable, but once the epinephrine levels rise and they become violent, there is nothing we can do but try and keep them isolated. I should warn you that the virus will effect any biological ship components as well. Also a fair number of the Dradrians are immune to the virus's effects, but attempts to get a blood sample from these individuals has proven... unethical. It would appear that their beliefs forbid it, and I am unwilling to unfringe on their rights."

Lorre hoped that this would be enough untill the information from both ships could be transferred. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"

<Tag Stuart>

[gracemitchell]

Grace stood up and went to speak to Harrias "Captain, I would like to see the crew of the Angel. I am a psychiatrist and could be of some help."

"Grace is that your way of asking permission to 'probe' their minds?"

"Not exactly, well maybe. Before we made our way back here I was experiencing pains from someone. My intuition tells me that someone is on the Assailant. The only way I am going to find out is by observing the crew of the Angel and our mysterious visitor."

"It maybe a good idea if you tag along with Dr.'s Lorre and Mercy, to observe and offer help if needed."

On that suggestion, Grace went to where Melain was confering with Dr. Mercy.

"Hello Dr. Mercy. I am Counselor Grace Mitchell. If you and Melain don't mind, I'd like to accompany both of you. I might be able to help in someway with the crew of the Angel."

Dr. Mercy didn't look as if he felt a ship's counselor was needed at this time, then Melain spoke up "Dr. our counselor has some unique talents that we could possible use, as well as being a psychiatrist."

"What kind of talents would these be?" Dr Mercy asked.

Grace replied "I am a telepath and sometimes other persons emotions affect me when they are really strong. When we were in Dradian space, I experienced a twinge of pain from someone. My intuition tells me that someone is on the Assailant. If I am overstepping my bounds, I would be more than happy to return to my ship"

[Savot]

Savot rose amidst the gathering of El Salvador crewmembers and clasped his hands behind him. Deis stood as well, straightening her uniform shirt and turning to her crew, "A'right everyone. I intend to ship out in one hour. Ye have 15 minutes to settle any emergency business ye 'ave on Assailant, then be at yer posts."

She then turned to each in succession and dished out the orders one by one, "Mr. Zimmerman, make sure we 'ave a secure connection to the Assailant so we'll be receivin' any further data Dr. Mercy's team finds on that alien. Lt. Parsons, ye and Ensign Nokomis see to it that Engineering's necessary repair supplies are brought aboard so we can be makin' repairs on the way. We cannae spare the time t' wait here. Mr. Parker, plot a course to the Angel's coordinates, an' then from there to the Randicore system in case we be needin' to make an appearance. Mr. Savot, send a recall order to all crew and make sure everyone's aboard before zero hour."

The crew nodded their acknowledgement and Deis nodded firmly in return, "Let's move people. Dismissed."

[mercy]

Grace replied "I am a telepath and sometimes other persons emotions affect me when they are really strong. When we were in Dradian space, I experienced a twinge of pain from someone. My intuition tells me that someone is on the Assailant. If I am overstepping my bounds, I would be more than happy to return to my ship"

"I don't forsee any problems with that." Stuart didn't have any personal exepriences with a telepath and he had to admit that, for the moment, he was willing to accept any and all help.

Stuart listened intently while looking over the information on the PADD that was presented by Dr. Lorre. Stuart had noted that she was a fairly beautiful Bajoran woman. He had wondered when she had graduated from the Academy. It must have been quite a few classes before his, as she was ahead in rank by two grades. Unless she was on the 'fast track' with her promotions. Rank didn't really matter to Starfleet Doctors. The poweres invested in them was the same, to save lives.

Stuart noticed something. ~Epinephrine levels...hm~ "That's it! Or at least part of it." He drew Dr. Lorre's attention back to the main view screen on the wall, where part of his presentation had been of the captured alien. Dr. Lorre's attention was peeked, as she was awaiting to hear the revelation.

"You mentioned that once the epinephrine levels rose, the Dradres became more violent."

"Dradrians." She tried to correct.

"You say Dradrians, I say Dradres. The point is..." he pointed out the anatomy scan of the alien.

"...our guest here does not have an Adrenal Medula as most humanoids do, in particular mammalian ones. Our guest is more representative of a reptile. This is why he is not affected. As you well know *the adrenal medulla is the principal site of the conversion of the amino acid tyrosine into the catecholamines epinephrine and norepinephrine. Therefor, In response to stressors such as exercise or imminent danger, medullary cells release catecholamines into the blood in a 70:30 ratio of epinephrine to norepinephrine. Notable effects of epinephrine and norepinephrine include increased heart rate, blood vessel constriction, bronchiole dilation, and increased metabolism, all of which are characteristic of the fight-or-flight response.* Of course I am repeating medical knowledge that you already know, but do you see what I'm getting at?"

Dr. Lorre was following along quite easily. "Yes, this virus is specifically attacking the Adrenal Medula and quite possibly the Adrenal Cortex as well, causing epinephrine levels to elevate exponentially in the Dradrians and causing this madness the Angel crew is experiencing. It is also quite possible that this is why Grace here was sensing this 'pain' coming from aboard the Assailant."

Stuart was beginning to like this Dr. Lorre very much. "Precisely! Now all we have to do is try to isolate what exactly is attacking the Adrenal Medula. In the mean time, I think we should inject the crews of the El Salvador and the Nevada with Improvaline before they investigate the artifact any further. This should counteract any rise of epinephrine levels if they should become infected."

<Tag Melain, Grace>


*OOC: Source=Wikipedia. I couldn't take credit for that ;D.*

[zimmerman]

"A'right everyone," said Captain Irae, "I intend to ship out in one hour. Ye have 15 minutes to settle any emergency business ye 'ave on Assailant, then be at yer posts."

Great. So much for that transmission to Luke and J'Leera. Maybe I could compile it and patch it through Assailant to the Tiger Shark. Or to Bellicose, wherever they are.

"Mr. Zimmerman, make sure we 'ave a secure connection to the Assailant so we'll be receivin' any further data Dr. Mercy's team finds on that alien," ordered Irae.

"Aye, Captain," said Kevin. He waited until Irae was finished issuing orders, and had dismissed them, before making sure all his belongings were on board the El Salvadore, and then making sure the Assailant, Nevada, and El Salv were all in constant communication. A couple of young Ops officers were constantly monitoring all traffic on the system, leaving Kevin to study Dr. Mercy's studies.

[Harrias Jira]

Harrias was walking slowly along the corridors of Assailant. It seemed so long since he had last been here, and yet nothing had really changed. The truth of course, was that it had been far less than a year since he had walked them before, and on a starbase such as Assailant, very little changed in such a time. Oh, of course, there were different traders in the market place, and plenty of new faces among the crew. But at the same time, there were many of the same traders, who nodded to him in greeting as he passed, and a few of the crew members he passed also seemed familiar, although on a starbase the sheer size of it meant that the crew may not have changed at all, and he would still know less than a quarter by sight, and maybe only a tenth by name.

The Nevada was undergoing some much needed repairs at the moment, while the various members of his crew had peeled off to undertake tasks of their own, or even take some leave time. Grace and the Doctor were investigating the Angel crew, while Zhuk he had heard had just gone off in the fighter squadron. He wasn’t sure what Frek and the science officer were up to, although he suspected that Frek was either going to come back covered in plasters, or with florescent yellow hair. As for the trill captain, he was just taking a break. Although he was sure that there were many jobs that he could do, not least trying to discover who the missing four Angel crew members were, he had decided that a short rest would be the best thing he could do at the moment.

A few minutes later, Harrias had found that his feet had taken him to the operations centre of Assailant. He glanced in through the door, and found an unusual sight. Or, he thought to himself, the usual kind of sight on Assailant. Through the door Ambassadors Tedak and Saarok were stood and in front of them Admiral Lin and Colonel Hrisvalar, who looked like they had been talking, were staring at them in shock.

Harrias was moved to tap the chime to request entrance, but before he could do so, the door slid open, and Colonel Hrisvalar stalked out.

- “No gratitude at all. None at all.” Harrias tilted his head slightly questionly.
- “Colonel?”
- “I save their lives, but now they boot me out and expect a private meeting with the Admiral. And look, he accepts it too.” He sighed. “If you don’t mind Captain, I have some things to sort out.”
- “Of course Colonel. I think I’m going to ruffle some feathers.”

He smiled at his first officer, and then walked through the still open door into Ops. He quickened his pace so that he managed to get across the large room and to the door of Lin’s office before it had quite finished closing. The door on his arrival reopened, and the trill Captain stepped in through the door.

- “Admiral. Ambassadors.” He nodded his head in greeting.
- “Captain? I was just about to have a meeting with the Ambassadors. Is there anything I can help you with?”
- “No, no Admiral. I was just hoping to listen to what they had to say. You do, I believe, remember my credentials here?” He smiled wide. Although Magellan had never been happy with some parts of Harrias’ career, he had learned to accept them, and Harrias just hoped that he didn’t see this as a power play, but simply as something that Harrias needed to do.
- “Indeed.” Harrias’ smiled dropped. Though his superior had agreed to his staying, he clearly wasn’t happy about it. The trills’ friendship had always had this elephant in the corner, and jira just hoped he could keep it in the corner, and not let it come into the open.
- “Admiral! I demand a private meeting!” Saarok’s voice remained level, but firm.
- “He will stay. He has more than enough clearance Ambassador.”

The Vulcan’s eyes narrowed, but he sat down, his back to Harrias, clearly manoeuvring to exclude him as much as possible.

[Magellan Lin]

Magellan sighed,
"Very well Ambassador. Captain Jira does have the clearance but I ll acceed to your request for the timebeing."
Harrias looked up and Magellan usehered him to the door,
"Just go with it old friend, these two have been up to their adventures again, and its best I deal with this alone. I ll try and catch up with you before you leave. If its anything important I ll let you know"
"Okay - I ll hold you to that."
With Jira gone Magellan settled back in his chair.
"Okay then Ambassadors - what have you been done now? Getting shot at is becoming the norm for you two."

OOC: this relates to the Assailant mission and wont involve any in the JM

***

Down in Sickbay Gremmel lay as still as he could. The room was cold and he felt sluggish. He could barely concentrate. He felt so ill, so weak, part of it was being away from 'The Pacifier' but most of it was due to it. Why hadnt the relief shift arrived, why had he been forced to work another hundred years, a hundred years that had fried his brain and left him in such a poor state.
Groggily he got to his feet. Perhaps that dash through the strange station hadnt been a good idea - but he had paniced and fear made you do strange things - and now he felt worse than ever. Where was he?
He could vaguely remember a ship arriving, people, lights shining at him and then... and then nothing till he was here.
He staggered across the small room, enclosed by plexiglass windows. A nurse turned and saw him in surprise she dropped her tray, the noise caused Dr's Mercy and Melain to turn.
"Hes awake again" she said,
Mercy moved swiftly over to the outside of the room,
"Contact Security - we dont want him escaping again. Oh and tell them to wait outside I dont want Security Thugs clogging up the place."
"Aye sir"
"This is the alien found on teh Angel" Mercy explained to Melain, "hes spent most of his time in a coma, when he did wake he ran off."
Gremmel staggered forward a few steps and beagn to speak,
"Trek la nor topay. Trek la nor topay - Kamet rik chee, rik chee"
Mercy shook his head,
"Lily. Can you recalibrate the Universal Translator?"
"I will try. It is not in my database. I will extrapolate."
"I will?" Lorre questioned at the computers informal tone.
"Its a long story" Mercy replied, "Lily is Assaialnts compute system. She is also sentient"
"Calibration complete"
"Trek la...back. You must send me... Kamet rik Die..."
With that Gremmel staggered once more and collapsed his strength spent.

[Deleted]

Melain was charged with a new energy in the company of another medical Doctor. They where on the same wavelength, and it became very easy to think and explore the problems that they where facing.

mercy said:

Precisely! Now all we have to do is try to isolate what exactly is attacking the Adrenal Medula. In the mean time, I think we should inject the crews of the El Salvador and the Nevada with Improvaline before they investigate the artifact any further. This should counteract any rise of epinephrine levels if they should become infected."

"That still leaves the question about immunity. As mentioned several, I estimate around 10 to 15% of the Dradrians are immune to the virus's effects. A few have complained of headaches, but that has been all. Perhaps they have evolved to create a hormone similer to Improvaline, but I can't determine this untill one of them will allow us to run tests."

Doctor Mercy gave Melain a weak sort of smile. 'I understand your hesitance on that issue, but that is a lead we can't ignore. Once we are done here, we will head down to the infirmary to take a look at the patient and infected crewmembers, then I may be able to help you find a willing subject."

The Assailent Infirmary was substantially larger then the Nevada's, mainly due to the civilian nature of the base. Melain looked on in envy at the latest equipment, wondering if an application for such instruments would be ignored. The Reptillian was in isolation, which was apparently due to it's attempted escape. Stuart had been showing her some samples when a large crash disrupted them. The Alien had awaken, and starteled the nurse. It spoke, but Melain could not understand

The Assailent medical team worked to try and reconfigure the universal translator.

"Trek la...back. You must send me... Kamet rik Die..."
The Alien collapsed to the floor. Locked ioutside his isolation, Melain felt helpless to respond

"I don't think it can survive here, do we have any idea where he might have come from?" Melain asked, concerned for the reptillian as she was for the Dradrians

[Deis Irae]

::Deis exchanges a look with her "First", which he understands immediatly. "We must keep ourselves safe from this "artifact". He gives her a nod, acknowledging her unspoken concerns as she heads out of the briefing room. She hadnt really had time to get comfortable on the Assailant itsself so she heads straight back to her "Home", the promethius El Salvador. She shoots a little smile Harrias way on her way out but dosent pause...we all have business to attend to.::

::Once again shes under Harrias command...a fact that bothers her not in the least. She remembers serving under him before Smith. Irae, Smith, Harrias, Dillon, Vreenak...ah Vreenak. Her first captain, the one she respected above all. She will never forget the day when as the ships mere Doctor, she was set upon the road to command, finding the romulan dead in his ready room...her readyroom now. A line of thought that will either comfort or trouble her as we fly out into the unknown once again.::

::It troubles her the slightness of what is known about this artifact...shes learned her lesson about how "serious" such a thing can be. The strange alien girl, as brief as their association had been, had nevertheless changed Deis outlook on life and the universe forever. A seriousness that was not there before walks with her now as she reaches the umbillicus doors. As shes swallowed again by the vastness of "her" ship she feels that odd sensation of comming home again. Shes home and there are things to be done.::

::She can see the dissappointment on many faces that were so hoping for leave, and in turn they can read the same tiredness on hers...this makes them "one" of sorts. This last missions forced everyone to think a little differently::

::She dosent bother to head to her quarters or readyroom, were making ready to leave now...this leaves little time for idleness or relaxation. hah, relaxation is for amatures. This thought makes her laugh to herself as she wooshes through the bridge doors. Shes followed closely by her First...she looks to him and says* Nae Mozart this time but interestin nonetheless.

Indeed Captain. ::Says her rather tacturn vulcan commander::

::She quirks a smile and says:: Lets get th El Sal prepped an ready t be movin...we cannae help th repairwork...will 'ave t be doin it on th "fly". Oh an Mr. Savot...

Yes Captain? ::he asks with that characteristic quirking of the brow, already moving to get things in motion::

Get us set up wi a uplink t th Nevada...ill need t confer wi Cap'n Harrias after weve set off.

::The vulcan acknowledges and then sets off with his orders. Deis sits down in her Chair and begins going through undocking protocols, watching the list of her people getting back from the Assailant, ready to go::

[ariennye]

Lt. Parsons, ye and Ensign Nokomis see to it that Engineering's necessary repair supplies are brought aboard so we can be makin' repairs on the way.

Ariennye look at Savot aye sir with a crisp salute back out like well train officer, she left the briefing room head out to do her job finding what was all she could pick up
hey Lt. you think you can get the rest?ariennye thought to herself.we will have to come back maybe for second load before we are finish.

[Deleted]

Lt. Parsons left the briefing with Ensign Nokomis. The two tactical officers stopped by the stack of Engineering supplies waiting to be loaded on board the El Sal. The Ensign filled her arms with as much as she could carry and headed toward the ship, asking if Parsons could get the rest. There were enough supplies that it would take several trips for the two of them. The CTSO looked around, flagged down a few Starfleet crewmen, and gave the appropriate orders. Between the four of them, most of the supplies made it on board the ship with those carried by the Ensign. Parsons then ordered the crewmen back onto the station to retrieve the rest.

The Lieutenant turned to his new Assistant CTSO. "Ensign, you are an officer now, and an assistant department head. It's ok to delegate the loading of supplies to your subordinates. I admire your vigor, but I think what the Captain meant was for us to supervise the loading of the supplies."

Parsons then saw a chief in an engineering uniform that appeared to be in charge of a work or inspection crew. "Chief, could you and your men see that these supplies are properly stowed? There is another load on the way." "Sure thing, Lieutenant," replied the senior enlisted man.

[ariennye]

"ariennye raise brow Parsons then spoke supervise
i could but i love to work it makes me feel good but if you like you can supervise, but i rather get my hands dirty. continue her work.

[Jamey Gaz]

After leaving the briefing room with his orders to set course on this new joint mission, Jamey wondered what this mission would hold. Walking across the gantry to the El Sal, he decided to go to his quarters first to send a message to his parents and some to friends back on his home world, Trill. He knew that this mission was important but he also wanted to make sure his family and friends knew he was OK.

*** later ***

After his stop by his quarters, Jamey was on his way to the bridge. After arriving, he saw the Captain sitting in her chair, paused and said, “Hello”. Sitting down at the CONN, he pulled up the star charts for reference and started to plot the course to the ‘Fallen Angel’. It wasn’t very interesting stuff to do; it was like riding a hover bike, once you learn it just comes as second nature. Jamey liked having the knowledge of a place before blindly going there, you just never knew when you needed a plan ‘B’ … some place to go in order to give you the advantage.

After studding the charts, he plotted another course from the location where the Angel was to the Randicore system. He also plotted a course to the same system from their current, star base, location. Capt. Deis was known to change her mind from time-to-time, so he wanted to have both ready.

After that was done, Jamey typed in a message to the CNO on the Nevada, not only to introduce himself but to exchange information about what was known about the location of the Angel.

<TAG CNO of the Nevada>

Jamey turned to the Captain and said, “Sir, course is laid in for both requested locations … docking systems are ready; impulse and warp systems are also ready. I have also readied the Stellar Cartography room with the plot information for your reference if needed.”

[gracemitchell]

"He needs to get back to The Pacifier. He has been forced to work another hundred years" Grace spoke but it was very monotone.

Melain looked at Grace and ran a quick scan, even though she knew Grace was okay. Dr Mercy looked stunned by the tone of Grace's voice as well as the vacant look on her face.

Grace continued "Why hasn't relief come? Who are these strange people?"

She turned to Dr.'s Lorre and Mercy, "I don't know what 'The Pacifier' is but it seems to be something that will help him to be well. He is very weak. He is concerned about his relief. He has been working for a hundred years. He was communicating to me. I was listening to him, but his is not the pain I experienced before."

Dr. Mercy had a slightly astounded look on his face, then asked "Are you Betazoid, Counselor?"

"No, I am from Earth, and please call me Grace"

[Deleted]

Melain felt some explaination was necessary. "Grace was taken by the Borg from the early 21st century but they where unable to assimilate her, through a veriaty of unclear events she was taken to the present, and now has strong telepathic abilities."

"Fasinating, Your crew must be lucky to have you aboard Grace." Stuart replied, as he helped his nurse tend to the Reptillian while Melain and Grace looked on.

"We are very fortunate." Melain agreed, as she picked up a PADD on the Alien's condition. "We've figured out that the virus is affecting the Adrenal Medulla, however It seems unlikely to me that it would be attacking that in isolation. That does accout for some symptoms, but not all of them. I am geussing that it's targetting the entire Endocrine system, but this will be difficult to confirm unless we've got some blood samples from something more familiar. Do you have any of the Angel crewman here on the Assailent?"

<Tag Stuart>

"Several of my own cremmembers became ill while in the Andromeda Galaxy, however none of them have shown signs of the virus." Melain added, remembering the newly recoverd Vulcan Engineer T'Fat, who she was going to recammend a transfer for. The elderly Vulcan was in no condition to serve on a Star Ship, but would excell in a slower paced enviroment. Then of course their was Commander Steve, who's condition was steadily worsening, and had been diagnost with Iresine syndrome, but had not awoken from his Coma yet. He would be left behind on the Assailent, and Melain couldn't help but wonder if she'd see him again.

[Deleted]

Parsons turned to Nokomis, "Alright Ensign, why don't you take over here, the crewmen should be back with the last of the containers in a few minutes. I am going to the bridge to see if all our department's personnel made it on board. If they haven't, I will have to track them down. Once you are finished here, why don't you take some time to get settled into your quarters and come find me on the bridge when you are ready."

The lieutenant then turned to the Chief, "Chief, I am heading to the bridge. I am leaving Ensign Nokomis in charge down here until these containers are all stowed." "Sure thing, Sir," replied the team leader, "We'll get er done in no time."

"Thanks Chief," trailed down the corridor as Parsons walked toward the turbolift.

The CTSO arrived on the bridge moments later and sat down at his duty station.

[mercy]

lorre said:

"We've figured out that the virus is affecting the Adrenal Medulla, however It seems unlikely to me that it would be attacking that in isolation. That does account for some symptoms, but not all of them. I am guessing that it's targeting the entire Endocrine system, but this will be difficult to confirm unless we've got some blood samples from something more familiar. Do you have any of the Angel crewman here on the Assailant?"

"Yes! We have the entire Angel crew here, in isolation in the civilian section of the hospital. I have already isolated and tested several of their blood samples. We can go over them together at my office. However, and please take no offense, I still feel that we need to focus on the Adrenal Medulla. The Endocrine System is in charge of the Endocrine Glands, which are in charge of hormones. What I'm getting at is that ALL multicellular organisms produce hormones, and that would include our guest. Again, the only difference between him and our Angel crew is the lack of having an Adrenal Medulla, which by nature is consistent with mammals, not reptiles." Stuart hoped that Dr. Lorre would not be offended in his opposing view. He did enjoy the ability to be discussing such a medical problem with someone in the same profession.

Not wanting to hurt her professional feelings, and to cover all avenues of approach for finding the root of this virus, Stuart had a suggestion that would include her thoughts. "If we focus on what exactly it may be that is attacking the Adrenal Medulla, we can then observe and verify if other organs in the Endocrine System are being affected by it. We have yet to determine if it has anything to do with hormones per se anyways."

Then Stuart turned his attention back to Grace. "Since you have the ability to communicate with our guest, could you ensure him that we mean no harm. You mentioned The Pacifier, that could be the name he is giving to the artifact...his ship perhaps. Could you find out if he is aware of how he came to be in his comatose state when we found him?"

Grace had a look of relief on her face, obvious that she was happy to be included and not turned away as an outsider. "I can try."

"Good! How about we go to the infirmary where the close proximity may not put such a strain on your abilities, and Dr. Lorre and I can go over the blood samples of the Angel crew. Oh, and we need to get extra batches of Improvaline onto the El Sal and the Nevada. I'm advising to Admiral Lin that they cannot leave until all members have been injected as a precautionary method."

The three of them left the conference room, making their way to the infirmary. On their way down, Stuart tapped his comm badge for Adm Lin to explain the situation and to ensure that both crews would be inoculated before departure.

[Zhukarak Hrisvalar]

Zhukarak was back on the bridge of the Nevada. Zhuk was in the Captains chair while Theel'zhiin had made himself comfortable in Zhuk's chair.

Going over the terminal, Zhuk verified how the resupplying of the Nevada was shaping up. A message had come through from Admiral Lin that all crew members needed to be given a dose of Improvaline, to possibly help keep the virus at bay when they went to investigate the artifact.

Zhuk went ahead and set up a rotational basis of the different sections of the ship, for department heads to report to sickbay for the innoculation procedure. These supervisors then would need to take doses of improvaline with them to their sections, to innoculate the rest of the crew. This would ensure the most efficient way to cover the entire crew in the shortest amount of time. It wouldn't do to send over 700 personnel to sickbay, causing lines that would end up in Jeffries tubes and possibly come out of the escape hatches.

The resupplying would be complete within 90 minutes, as would the innoculation procedure. Zhuk wanted to ensure the Nevada was ready to go as soon as was possible. He was sure that Cpt Jira would too when he comes back onboard. Zhuk sent out a message to all Senior Staff members to report to their stations for departure procedures, and he sent a message to the El Sal of their estimated time for departure.

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mercy said:

please take no offense, I still feel that we need to focus on the Adrenal Medulla. The Endocrine System is in charge of the Endocrine Glands, which are in charge of hormones. What I'm getting at is that ALL multicellular organisms produce hormones, and that would include our guest. Again, the only difference between him and our Angel crew is the lack of having an Adrenal Medulla, which by nature is consistent with mammals, not reptiles."

Melain smiled, she obviosly hads not made herself clear. "Yes but the Endocrine system is exactly that, an entire systeem complete with feedback loops, all connected. Any other symptoms from the endocrine system will be due to a domino effect on the entire system by the damaged Adrenal Medulla. If we examine the hormones in the patient's blood we should be able to grasp the extent of the damage and effect."

"Ah, now I see where you are coming from." Stuart replied as they headed toward the Civilian area. "Is your medical team able to handle the Innoculations without you, or should we procede there first?"

"They probably won't notice I'm gone. The ship went without a CMO for several months before I was assigned, as a result we have a very experianced and competent Nursing staff and EMH, at times I feel as if I'm infringing. Despite my rank, I graduated about a year ago and was fast tracked due to a shortage of trained CMOs in the Fleet." Melain hoped he wouldn't think less of her. Part of her felt like going to Harrias and asking him to take a couple pips off her blue collar.

[ariennye]

Parsons turned to Nokomis, "Alright Ensign, why don't you take over here, the crewmen should be back with the last of the containers in a few minutes. I am going to the bridge to see if all our department's personnel made it on board. If they haven't, I will have to track them down. Once you are finished here, why don't you take some time to get settled into your quarters and come find me on the bridge when you are ready."


ariennye spoke up yes sir will do sir

alright people lets get this done lets move it people i want this done in 30 minutes or less everyone start moving things alot more faster she join in with the efforts an just to her amazment, they were done in 20 minutes. well done everyone you did a great job. now for the order she pause i order, all of you to relax for while an get some rest ariennye head off to find her quarters she came across her quaters an enter computer lights 50% ,ariennye beging her labor of putting her items away she left off toward the turbo left computer bridge, finally arriving to the bridge ariennye reporting for duty sir standing before Lt. parson at attention.

[Savot]

As Ensign Nokomis entered the bridge and relayed her report to Parsons, Adam turned to Savot, "The repair supplies are onboard and accounted for, Commander." He then turned to face back to his station but it then beeped with an incoming message. Turning back to Savot, Parsons spoke again, "Sir, we're receiving a message from Assailant."

Savot nodded and tapped his commbadge, =^= Commander Savot here, go ahead Assailant. =^=

=^=El Salvador, this is Dr. Mercy. I'm transferring a supply of Improvaline onto your ship. We think this may provide some measure of protection against the madness effects. All crew must be innoculated before departure. Your communications link with us seems perfectly stable, we'll update you as we uncover more. Safe travels El Sal, Mercy out. =^=

Savot tapped his commbadge twice to close the channel with Assailant and reopen one to the nursing staff in sickbay, =^= Savot to sickbay. We are receiving a supply of Improvaline from the Starbase. As soon as delivery is complete, dispatch medical technicians to each of the major duty areas of the ship to hypospray those currently on-duty, and contact those currently off-duty with a schedule to go to sickbay for innoculation immediately. We will depart in seventeen minutes. All crew must be accounted for before that time, Savot out. =^=

Savot then took a seat at Ops to oversee the arrival of the Improvaline from there, and begin the pre-departure checklist. Captain Irae then came back in from her readyroom and assumed the center seat, waiting the final few minutes before her ship leapt off towards another potentially perilous mystery...