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USS Challenger

Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Captain Emmeline Davis (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Commander Maxwell Harkness (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Captain Emmeline Davis (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay (Tag Scott)
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(SNIP)

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

Max held a finger to Lillian as he tapped his commbadge.

=^= Excellent Lieutenant, glad to accommodate. Make sure to grab an environmental suit, we don’t want anyone else contaminated with whatever it is. Meet you there in 10.=^=

“Cadet I understand your concern, but we have our orders. Getting the ship moving first is our primary objective. If we happen to come across the records, and the missing crew along the way, it definitely couldn’t hurt to stop and see what we can find out. But for now grab an environmental suit, and let’s head towards the transporter room.”

=^= Harkness to Davis. I’m a bit ahead of schedule, but we’ve got our team. Lt Vras is meeting us in the transporter room with Cadet Paul. And I’m taking Lt Tavium and Cadet Anderson. Anderson is going to double as our medic, as Cadet Scott is sticking back with Lt Garth to work on the antidote. =^=

“Come on Cadet, we can walk and brief the Captain.”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

=/\= Acknowledged. I will send Commander Korczak to Sickbay to handle the situation there. I did not hear Lieutenant Torrirs in your summary; what is their current assignment? =/\=

Davis, CO (crosspost)

As the away team members filed out of sickbay, Garth motioned for two nearby medical NEs to restrain the unconscious Lieutenant Torrirs to her biobed, then hobbled over to the medical console with a furrowed brow. His squinted eyes scanned the readouts that Cadet Scott had gathered. Garth raised an eyebrow.

“It’s unfortunate that this sickbay doesn’t have a morgue,” Garth grumbled as he snagged a medical apron off the wall and clumsily tied it behind his back, under his lab coat. He donned a surgical cap, surgical mask, new black latex gloves, and a hair net for his beard, while the medical NEs instinctively did the same.

Approaching the deceased Ensign Richards, Garth held out his hand for a laser-scalpel, which was promptly provided by one of his surgical assistants. Garth moved the goggles that sat high up on his head down to cover his eyes and paused for a moment as they whirred to magnify his vision. “I apologize for the lack of privacy, Ensign,” Garth said absentmindedly to the corpse on the bed in front of him. Then, with perhaps not the steadiest nor the most precise hand, Garth cut into the flesh of Ensign Richard’s arm, attempting to find one of these infectious “tendrils” (and hopefully the source of the “electricity”) the scans had shown.

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

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