Posted by Lieutenant Keval Vras (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim - Sickbay (Tag Scott)

Posted by Cadet Lillian Anderson (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay (Tag Scott)

Posted by Commander Maxwell Harkness (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay (Tag Scott)
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Max just shook his head. He turned back towards Lillian. “Well Cadet, if you’d like, you can stay here and help Cadet Scott. However I’m sure he’ll be able to handle the job here. But if you have the medical experience, we could use you over on the Potterfield to help clear their crew.”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Lillian was secretly grateful that she wasn’t have to stay in the sickbay but given that the CMO was out of action it was only wise to advise the XO of her previous Vocation. She really was not all that fond of practicing medicine that why Beyond the monitory studies she done very little with here medical degree.
“I would be more than happy to go back to the Potterfield, to tell you the truth, i am not very good with the doctor thing any way just felt you should know” Lillian was to sure why she had spoken that way to her CO. Lillian look a away for a second before apologising.
“sorry sir to much information there” Lillian advised CMDR Harkness
” tho i would advise transport direct from here to avoid any further risk to the rest of the crew” Lillian was sure that all of the crew that had been on the Potterfield before where a greater risk to the crew.
“we all are posable carriers of this” Lillian was sure this was going to get a lot worse before it got better.

Cadet Lillan Anderson Security

“Arrange to have containment suits transported to sickbay, and you can gear up from here. We might be carriers, but I’d like to limit further exposure if at all possible.”

Further from the crowd, Torrirs, perched upon a biobed, sat with arms hugging their knees closer to their chest. A shiver ran down their spine, alerting every fine hair on their body. It was all too confusing to them; minutes before they’d been parched by the sickbay’s overwhelming heat and now they felt as though Antarctica would have been warmer than their biobed. Dazed by their delusions, there was nothing they desired more than to bask in the warmth of a star’s motherly rays. Maybe then they’d have energy instead of this slump that begged them to stay put rather than chewing out Sickbay’s staff over this insufferable cold.

Seconds, like hours, passed but even in their bundle they couldn’t latch on to warmth. They rocked. Every fibre in their being, stiff to the core, screamed in protest. Occasionally they would have the irrepressable urge to jerk, but the relief was short lived and left them craving something more. It was terribly frustrating.

Dr. Torrirs

Lillian moved to block the door just in case the Doctor made a run for it like Richards

=/\= Davis to Harkness. Have you coordinated the away team for the Potterfield? They will need to begin their preparations in concert with the development of the delivery mechanism and treatment. =/\=

Davis, CO (crosspost)

=^= Working on it Captain. Lt Tavium is working on the delivery mechanism, while Lt Garth’s team is working on the agent. I have Cadet Anderson working on getting gear for the away teams. Do we have an objective for the mission back to the Potterfield? =^=

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

=/\= The primary objective is to restore power to the ship. =/\=

=^= Understood Captain. =^=

Garth’s beady eyes settled on Dr. Torrirs for a moment. Then he turned to Lieutenant Tavium and pointed a stubby finger at the chief medical officer. “I suggest you restrain them. They look like they’re in the prodromal period of the infection, and considering the period of illness presents as extreme violence, it’s best to be preemptive here.”

At the end of his stocky finger, the Chief Medical Officer was situated flexing their feet to rock back and forth along their tailbone. Their expression, albeit blank, reeked of subtle perturbation. They were teetering on the edge of a dangerous decision.

The chief science officer reached into his dark lab coat and pulled out a pair of black latex gloves, which he yanked over his large fingers. “Cadet Scott, our chief medical officer is incapacitated. My specialty is not medicine, but I know my way around scientific equipment, so if you direct me in what you need assistance with, I can help you attempt to concoct an antidote.”

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

Davis, CO (crosspost)

As the conversation rolled on among the group, Nijix kept her silence. She felt Garth look at her causing her attention to shift. Her eyes followed his stubby finger to the CMO, who was displaying some obvious signs of infection. She glanced at the door then to Anderson. It was a slight hint for the woman to be ready to block the door in case her quarry decided to flee. Nijix’s hand reached and discreetly snatched a tricorder from a tray, setting it to sedative.

She calmly walked up to the woman. If Dr. Torrirs didn’t react to her presence the CoS would avoid fast movements and inject the woman on her shoulder. The sedative was a fast-acting one, putting her down in moments. Nijix didn’t want a repeat of Richards while they were working.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Torrirs’ mind was a jumbled mess of erratic thoughts and conflicting emotions. They felt imprisoned by the limitations of their body, and being confined to a biobed was no help. Consumed by the fiasco of their own imagination, Obiah did not recognize Nijix approaching until it was almost to late. “Get away!” They spit, flinging their arms as though it would make a difference.

“Don’t touch-!” But their attempts were futile. “You foul, impudent-” By the time they had grown defensive, the sedative had clipped their shoulder. It wasn’t a clean stick, but its strength was enough to subdue the enraged doctor. “…person.”

Overcome by sudden exhaustion, Obiah felt themself slip into unconsciousness, but not before a final attempt to throw arms at Nijix.

“Lieutenant. Once they get the Doctor restrained, I need you to gather Cadet Anderson and a security team, and get suited up to head back to the Potterfield. Have the team meet me in the transporter room in 30 minutes. “

=^= Harkness to Lt Vras. I need an engineer or two to help get the Potterfield back up and running. Any volunteers? =^=

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Lillian knew they would need the suits to get thru the ship and then the potterfield.
“Sir all members that have been on the potterfield should be quarantine here or in the quarters, till we have an effective plan to treat this”
Lillian hated that more people might get elected and die from this but if she worked hard and could contact the crew on the potterfield they may have more information and that could help solve the issues before more people died.
” we need to access the potterfield medical records that could help with the antidote creation i think getting to crew and getting information should be the priority not getting the ship moving” Lillian was sure she was over stepping telling her CO what the mission priorities where but what the hay we where all in the same sinking ship.

Lillian Anderson Security cadet

Meanwhile, the Andorian Chief Engineer’s voice came over the Harkness’s comm. =^= I’ve been meaning to explore a mysterious, drifting transport ships this week, Commander, so I will definitely be there. Cadet Paul will volunteer as well. Once I tell him he has volunteered, we will meet you at the transporter room. =^=

-Lt. Keval Vras, CE

Dr. Torrirs