Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Ben Hudson (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay
A few minutes after leaving the bridge, Ben was setting foot within sickbay, starting to finally feel familiar with the layout of the ship. At least he had got off on the right deck this time. He made his way through the main bay, and headed towards the medical lab, nodding to some of the crew who were either on duty or waiting for a medical. A young female ensign was running through some of the results of a medical she had just performed; Ben caught her eye as he walked briskly through.

“Is there something up, Doctor?” asked Ensign Hobbs as she closed down the medical file.

“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary… just a corpse that the away team are about to beam aboard.” he said with a wry smile. “Do you want to help with the autopsy?” he asked.

“Certainly!” the younger doctor said, almost a little too excited as the two of them walked into the medical lab. Without prompting, she instructed the computer to set up a level 10 forcefield around one of the autopsy beds. Whilst the transporter would do a good job at filtering anything out that it knew was dangerous to the crew, it wouldn’t filter out anything it was not programmed to.

“Thank you Ensign!” Ben said with a grin. Let’s see what they have for us.

=^= Hudson to Away Team. We’re ready to receive the body whenever you are. Let us know, and we’ll beam them to sickbay. =^=

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer

OOC: cross posting

=/\= “Ready to transport, Hudson.” =/\= Eilah replied, once the body was indeed ready. He turned to Kindle. “Let’s keep going… And let’s hope that’s the worst thing we find.”

Lt. Cmdr. Eilah Fayth
Chief of Security

The transporter chief heard the order over the open comms and transported the body to autopsy.

Cmdr. Mal’athar, XO

The body materialized on the prepared bed. Or at least the body bag that it was in. Even at first glance it was small and did not take up the whole of the container. Cold emanated from the bag even from a few feet away with its exposure to vacuum and space.
- Wookiee

Hobbs pressed a few buttons on one of the consoles, and the bag that the body was in dematerialised, leaving the body, and detached arm, resting on the autopsy table.

Ben looked at the small body that was lying there. “Not exactly on the side,” he said, not really to anyone in particular.

“Computer, start autopsy recording” the ensign said, setting the computer to record the visual and audio from the room, along with any data that came in from the scans.

“Ok, let’s see what we’ve got,” said Ben. “Computer, scan specimen…” he glanced down at the autopsy identification number that had been generated. “… 267”. He hoped that was a random number rather than a count of the number of dead bodies the ship had seen.

“Identify species and likely cause of death”.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer