Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Garth (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Garth (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Main Sim - Sickbay (Tag GM)
Posted by… suppressed (8) by the Post Ghost! 👻
(SNIP)
After the team had left and Garth was all alone except for his assistants, Richards’ hand sprung out and grasped Garth’s by the forearm, a distant look in his cloudy eyes. The bioscanners reveled that the parasite was very much alive, despite Richards being very much dead. He wasn’t breathing, no heart beat, pulse or any other brain activity beyond what was being sent out through his brain stem via the parasite’s own nervous system. Richards had become, for lack of a better term, a zombie controlled by plant life.

GM Wombat

Garth was not a man who startled easily, but the unexpected movement of the corpse caused him to reel back and exclaim “by the Progenitors!” as the scalpel clattered to the ground. After this second of reflexive retreat, the chief science officer regained his composure with a grunt of displeasure while trying to avoid additional movement as the xenoflora lifeform grasped his arm.

With a sharp exhale through his nose, Garth waved the medical cadets away, wanting them to maintain a safe distance. Then he slowly raised his unrestrained hand to press his comm badge. =/\= Garth to Captain Davis. I need a security team to sickbay, there is a hostile aboard. Additionally, your presence may be necessary if this proves to be a first contact scenario. =/\=

=/\= Lieutenant Tavium is on the away team but I will contact the cadet she left in charge. Notify me if my presence is required. =/\=

As he waited for security and the captain to arrive, Garth peered at the plantified Richards warily through his goggles. “Your grip on my forearm is rather uncomfortable. My name is Lieutenant Garth, chief science officer of the Federation starship Challenger. Can you understand me?”

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

There was no sign of comprehension or higher function beyond the slowly increasing grasp on the man’s arm, nails starting to dig into Garth’s skin.

GM Wombat

OOC: PS, don’t forget to cross post to the bridge thread your comm to Davis.

Garth’s eyes narrowed to slits behind his spectacles, and his mouth curled into a snarl. “Phaser saw, NOW!” he snapped over his shoulder to the surgical assistants, who immediately went scrambling to find the medical device intended for amputations.

Garth refused to be infected, given that he was the most qualified member of the Challenger’s crew left to find a cure for this parasite and considering that time was of the essence to spare Lieutenant Torrirs and Cadet Osten from this horrible fate. As he was handed the phaser saw, Garth brought it down on Richard’s zombified forearm, attempting to sever the hand gripping Garth’s arm from the body of its host.

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

OOC: Was way ahead of you, don’t worry ;)

OOC: Hopefully James will be jumping in here too, but Janice, if you can make an NE/NC to handle this, that would be awesome.

Davis, CO (crosspost)

The doors to sickbay opened and the Counselor stepped through. His face a blank expression, he looked around and then said simply “Report, please.” and he made his way to the surgical suite, stopping just outside.

Korczak, CNS

Garth shot a look of agitation over his shoulder as he continued attempting to unceremoniously saw the hand off of Ensign Richards’ reanimated corpse. “Not a good time, counselor!”

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

The NE’s body thrashed and groaned as he, it, struggled against the restraints. Whatever humanity was left in the creature had long since gone, his eyes cold and dead not really focused on either the scientist or the councilor.

Eventually the hand came off from the sawing. It flapped around for a little bit before it died wherever it was placed, but the stump is what was perhaps the most interesting as inky black tendrils, no bigger than a hair, writhed and wriggled in the muscle tissue.

GM Wombat

Korczak stepped forward and said “Back away Lieutenant. Now.” and the =/\= Computer. Activate Isolation protocols for all of Sickbay. Authorization Korczak Alpha Indigo Gamma Five-Seven-Seven =/\= He then turned back to Garth and said in his still flat and un-flustered manner “Who else did he touch, or who touched him?”

Korczak, CNS

Garth yanked the dismembered hand grasping his forearm free and huffed as he shambled over to a nearby medical cart, tossing the writhing appendage onto a surgical tray. Refocusing his goggles on the tendrils sprouting from the former ensign’s wrist, Garth snatched a scalpel from beside the tray and sliced through the small tendrils so they fell to the sterile metal beneath them. Then Garth used a pair of tweezers to swiftly pluck each of them up and place them in a series of petri dishes he procured from the medical cart.

As he did all this, Garth spoke to Korczak without turning to face him, instead focusing on his work. “Oh calm yourself, Commander. I and the surgical technicians are wearing protective aprons, gloves, and face masks. Lieutenant Torrirs and Ensign Osten are infected, but currently sedated and restrained. All other crew members that had contact with Richards, or sickbay for that matter, are currently onboard the Potterfield.”

“As for the hostile,” Garth snorted, “it’s also restrained. Although I hope it doesn’t find a way to break free, because your isolation protocols just locked out the security team I called to help handle such a possibility.”

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

Garth picked up one of the petri dishes and placed it in his large palm as he wobbled over to a medical scanner. “Computer, analyze,” Garth barked as he slid the sample of the Potterfield lifeform’s tendril into the chamber. He was hoping the machine might be able to provide suggestions for treatment now that he had isolated an appendage of the infection.

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

OOC: Geoff had to take a LOA for a couple of days, but thank you for keeping active!

Sarah