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

Posted by Lieutenant Ben Hudson (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay
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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.

A thin beam like a sheet appeared over the bed and slowly moved down and back up the body several times. Data flowed quickly as did a 3D composite of the body that formed above it and hovered there. On the display at the head of the bed there was a 2D sketch with red areas highlighted.

“Identify species and likely cause of death”.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer

=^= Species. Human. Male. Condition dwarfism of the order of achondroplasia. Approximate age 45. Cause of death uncertain. Blunt force trauma registered to his neurocranium and left shoulder noted. Cellular disruption equivalent to decompression to space. Both injuries occurred within a close time frame and either may have been the primary cause of his death. =^=
- Wookiee

Ben considered the results for a moment. The injuries seemed consistent with explosive decompression: the physical damage from hitting the bulkheads as atmosphere was vented; the cellular disruption from the difference in pressure.

=^= Computer, are you able to quantum date the individual? =^= he asked. In theory, the quantum date of the cells should have stayed the same since they were exposed to space, and certain types of cells in the body have a shorter life.

The comms activated and the voice of the Commanding Officer came through. =/\= So, Doctor… any new information from our guest? =/\= he asked.

Cochrane, CO

Ben inwardly rolled his eyes; the body had only been in sickbay for a couple of minutes, and already the CO was after an update. ‘He must be twiddling his thumbs up there’, Ben thought to himself, before tapping his comm badge.

=^= Hudson here; it looks like the individual was killed by an explosive decompression on the ship he was on. That’s all I can tell you at the moment. =^=

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer

The computer worked through several more such scans. Here and there were brighter spots of blue in the scan as it focused here and there. =^= Subject was deceased at approximately fifty standard earth years. Rate of quantum decay and secondary indicatives place the time of death at approximately one hundred forty standard years. =^=
- Wookiee

Ben tapped his comm badge again.

=^= Hudson to Bridge and Away Team. The deceased individual was a 50 year old human, but time of death was around 140 years ago. =^= he reported, wondering what had caused the individual to be in the Delta quadrant at a time when humanity was just starting to explore solar systems local to Earth.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer