Posted by Cadet D’Layne Webb (Engineer) in To the Naked Eye [Intro] [Tag Medical and Engineering]

Posted by Commander Oliver Loughty (Executive Officer) in To the Naked Eye [Intro] [Tag Medical and Engineering]

Posted by Lieutenant Todd Nyman (Chief Counselor) in To the Naked Eye [Intro] [Tag Medical and Engineering]
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Lieutenant Nyman frowned. He had been waiting in his office for over an hour. He double checked his appointment logs. It confirmed that Ensign Conners was late. Perhaps he had forgotten?

“ Computer,” he called, “Where is Ensign Harlow Conners currently?”

“Ensign Conners is in his quarters on Deck 5.” the computer responded.

Nyman stood up from his desk. He would go and visit Conners in his quarters, just to check up, and possibly reschedule. Only because he seemed so eager to follow up after last session. The Lieutenant made his way, though the counseling center and up the turbolift and onto Deck Seven. He stopped outside the crew quarters listed as belonging to the Ensign.

“Ensign Conners?” he called out. After a moment he tried again, this time also ringing the chime.

“Ensign?”

No response. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue. Something felt different, though. It was too quite, and too… warm? After an attempt to open the door he found it locked. He hesitated. Maybe it was nothing. But just to be certain,

“Computer, allow for emergency medical access to crew quarters registered to Ensign Harlow Conners on Deck Seven. Access Code Nyman-Theta-16. “

The doors opened, and it was like all the cold air from the corridor was sucked in. Stepping in was like ramming into a wall of heat. The lights were turned off. The room was still, lifeless. Perhaps, he thought hopefully, the computer was mistaken about his location. Perhaps he left his badge here by accident. Turning on the light confirmed that was not the case. The Ensign was slumped over in an armchair, unconscious. His skin dry and flushed with red.

“Ensign Conners?” Nyman called, forcing a strong voice, “Ensign, can you her me?”

After getting no response, his emergency medical training kicked in. He immediately tested the Ensign’s pulse. It was fast, too fast. The skin was hot to the touch. Tapping his badge Nyman called,

=^= Lieutenant Nyman to sickbay, I need immediate assistance. A crew member is unconscious. =^=

~~~ Lieutenant Nyman, Chief Counselor

OOC: I don’t wish to overstep and am not sure of plans, so please ignore me if I am, I just thought I’d help since Laural has medical training too.

Laural frowned and felt her heart quicken ever so slightly. As a psychiatrist, her medical degree was only the start of her training, but Starfleet required her to keep her medical skills sharp, and Laural was comitted to doing so by helping out in sickbay. This call for help was far from the usual headaches and sprained muscles, and was all the more unexpected because Lieutenant Nyman was the one making the call. “Witley here, sir. Is there any reason you can see why a site to site transport to sickbay might be ill-advised? Signs of a broken neck, perhaps?” It was not the most pleasant topic to be sure, but even in this day and age, moving an injured person via transport could still prove dangerous depending on the injury.

~Dr. Laural Witley, Counselor

Brad came jogging out of his office at the emergency call, suddenly alert after what had felt like an eternity of paperwork. He caught the last parts of Witley’s response as he grabbed one of the easily accessible medkits off the wall. “I’ll check it out, Doctor,” he told her, “if you could prep a biobed for trauma response. If all is safe to do so, I’ll transport back shortly with the patient.” He turned to face the wall, an ultimately pointless action but one that was unconsciously part of his routine, and ordered, “Computer, initiate site-to-site transport to the room Lieutenant Nyman is in.”

Dr. Brad Maxwell, CMO

“Of course, Doctor,” Laural replied. “We’ll be ready.” Before the transport beam had even dissapated, Laural was calling up Conners medical file and scanning it methodically. She needed to make sure there wasn’t anything in his history that would compromise whatever treatment they rendered. So far, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, or at least nothng that could explain what she knew so far, which wasn’t much.

~Dr. Laural Witley, Counselor

Brad would have found Lieutenant Nyman in the Ensign’s quarters, replicating cold compresses and rushing over to apply them to patient, a human male about 23 years old. The heat in the room was noticeable immediately, even with the door open to vent it out.

“I- I wasn’t sure if I should move him,” Nyman explain between panting breaths, caused by mixture of nervousness and the heat.

“But body temperature is reading over 39.4, and the climate controls are locked… They are locked at 40. Computer… not responding, w-won’t let me override.”

~~~ Lieutenant Nyman, Chief Counselor

~ bump
=/\=”Maxwell to Engineering, I need an engineering team in Ensign Connors’ quarters ASAP,” Bradley called in,=/\= then pulled out his medical tricorder and got to scanning Connors, wiping his brow as he began to perspire. “This seems unlikely to have just happened. Do you know of anything the Ensign was working on that could have caused this, or any reason he or someone else may have done it?”

Brad Maxwell, CMO

The scans showed that the Ensign was displaying all the classic signs of severe dehydration and heat stroke. There was also a subtle unusualness in his brainwave patterns, but a basic scan couldn’t pinpoint a cause. There was no sign of physical injury or even any sort of struggle. It’s as if he had just sat there quietly and overheated.

“He didn’t mention anything usual.” Nyman replied, “Just some - something about working on the ships internal sensors. He told me, last session…”

Lieutenant Nyman took a few more breaths, deep and controlled. Perhaps it was panic, and the heat could’ve been affecting his ability to hold his human form. Whatever it was, he needed that moment to refocus.

“I’m not aware of anyone who would want to target Conners specifically. There are very few people aboard this ship who I would consider capable of something like this.” he paused, looking up at Brad,

“I don’t like the possibility that he did this to himself.”

~~~ Lieutenant Nyman, Chief Counselor

~Bump

=^= “CIC to Maxwell and Nyman, we are currently monitoring your medical situation on deck 7, can you provide an update, please and if you require any further assistance? Loughty”=^=

• Loughty, XO
  =/\=”Maxwell here, sir,” Brad replied, “I expect the ensign will be fine once he receives treatment - I would appreciate an engineer down here, however. The climate controls are locked far too high.” =/\= He turned back to Nyman. “I don’t like that possibility, either, but we can’t rule it out.”

Brad Maxwell, CMO

=^=Understood, we’ll dispatch an engineering team to you now, Loughty out=^= He replied turning his attention to the unfolding conversation within the CIC.

• Loughty, XO

D’Layne hurriedly entered the room, the coldness hitting him like a wave. “Lieutenant Nyman, Witley and Dr. Maxwell, Cadet Webb here. I am an engineer.” He proudly announced. “I overheard the situation on comms. I might be able to help with the climate controls,” he said, eyeing the unresponsive computer panel.

Frowning at the high temperature, D’Layne quickly assessed the control interface. “Looks like the system’s locked up. I’ll try a manual override.” He began typing commands, fingers dancing across the panel as he attempted to regain control of the room’s climate settings.

Webb, Engineer

Webb might have noticed the controls were not as difficult to manage as one would think. Someone had found a way to put the controls into some sort of ‘testing mode’, where normal safety parameters are off. Then used a basic loop to prevent the computer from automatically resetting to normal, with the added function of preventing new inputs from being processed. It was a simple subroutine just complicated enough to preform the task, and the override seemed to be just enough to break the loop.

After a while, Ensign Collins was showing more signs of movement. He started almost gulping for air.

“I think we’re getting him back…” Nyman noted out loud. “Ensign Collins? Are you with us?”

The Ensign shook his head weakly, eyes still closed. “It’s… why is it… cold-very cold…” he panted.

“You’re going to be okay,” Nyman reassured him, “Dr. Maxwell is here, we’re going to make sure you’re okay.”

Nyman left the Ensign’s side for a moment. He approached the Cadet at the console. He leaned in next to her, a serious look in his eyes,

“I know it’s not my department, but…” he said to her quietly, glancing over at the others again before continuing,

“If you find anything out of place, that could point to this being intentional, I’d like to know- in addition to you informing security, of course.”

|Lt. Nyman,
Chief Counselor|

D’Layne nodded to Lt. Nyman, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. While he continued to work on restoring the climate controls, his mind raced with possibilities. As the temperature in the room gradually normalized the young engineer couldn’t shake the suspicion that this incident might be more than a mere technical glitch. Why was it in testing mode? It didn’t make sense.

As he reviewed the computer logs, they displayed that recently someone with enough knowledge and access to manipulate the system subtly had done so. He wasn’t experienced in this type of sabotage, just being a second-year cadet himself. However, D’Layne couldn’t help but wonder if this was an isolated incident or part of a broader scheme. As he sifted through the data, he saw clear evidence of the intrusion that any engineer would recognize, a deliberate attempt to compromise the control panel. He subtly motioned for Lt. Nyman to have a look, realizing the severity of the situation. “Lieutenant,” D’Layne said quietly, “I think I have found evidence of deliberate tampering with the climate control system. It wasn’t just a malfunction. Someone tried to manipulate it intentionally, perhaps to incapacitate Ensign Collins. But who would want to do that and why?”

Webb, Engineer

Listening from the main medical facilities, Laural didn’t like what she was hearing. She was concerned enough when she thought Ensign Collins might have deliberately done this to himself or perhaps there was an accidental dysfunction. To learn the Ensign may have been deliberately targeted was incomprehensible.

Witley’s protective and nurturing instincts kicked in. “Doctor, will you be transporting the Ensign to the main medical facilities?” She forced herself to limit comment to that simple question, recognizing she was not in charge of the situation medically.

~Doctor Laural Witley, Counselor