Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sovan (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Main Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade John Forster (Chief Weapons Officer) in Sickbay - Main Sim

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Najjar nodded, then looked over at Pic. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” Her words did nothing to ease the worried lines between his brows. She stayed on the bio bed for a moment before jumping down. “It’s already easing up, Pic. You have to trust us…we’re doctors!” She smiled at her companion to let him know she was teasing, which in itself should reassure him she was on the mend.

A Ltjg entered sickbay at that moment and saw the three of them grouped together. “Excuse me, I’m really not feeling well. I’m pretty nauseus and have a terrible headache.” Mykl smiled and walked over to the junior officer.

“Not to worry, that’s a popular complaint today.” She ushered him to a bed and began a scan.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

As Sovan turned to look at this newest patient, his eye was caught by the viewport.

Through the large forward observation viewport—normally a source of distant stars and reassuring black—the Veridian-73 Rift filled the view like a wound in space.

It did not resemble a nebula.

It resembled pressure.

Layers of distorted light folded over one another in translucent bands, gravimetric shears flashing in silent pulses. Veins of pale tachyon radiation flickered across its surface like electrical storms trapped behind glass. At irregular intervals, portions of the rift compressed inward, darkening to near-void before snapping back in luminous recoil.

Each pulse coincided with a subtle vibration through the hull.

Medical monitors reacted.

Sivan’s glance flew to the monitors as he studied them for a moment.

Biobed neuro-readouts showed minor spikes in stress hormones among conscious crew. Chroniton background levels—normally negligible—registered faintly above baseline, enough for the sensors to note but not yet alarm. A few instruments required recalibration as localized subspace interference rippled outward from the anomaly.

“Chriniton levels? Does that involve time?” He asked to the room at large as his eyebrow rose in surprise.

Dr. Sovan

Outside, the derelict vessel drifted at the rift’s edge — occasionally shimmering as gravimetric waves passed through it. When the distortion peaked, portions of the alien hull appeared briefly transparent, as if existing in overlapping layers of reality.

From Sickbay’s vantage, the scale was more apparent.

The rift was not simply ahead of them.

It surrounded the pocket they occupied.

Light bent unnaturally along its boundaries. Distant stars elongated and fractured. A ripple passed through the anomaly’s inner wall, slow and deliberate, like something turning in its sleep.

For a moment, the chroniton sensors ticked upward.

Then settled.

The biobeds continued their steady hum.

But outside the viewport, the Rift breathed — and with each pulse, the sense of pressure grew just a little heavier.

Sickbay remained ready.

Because if the Rift decided to exhale inward instead of out—

They would feel it here first

Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

Leaving her patient resting on a bio bed, Mykl hurried to the large observation viewport where Sovan and Pic were standing. “What in the name of…” =/\=Najjar to Bridge. Captain, we are observing a large craft, it looks derilict. I assume what we’re seeing is the Veridian-73 rift but there is so much more happening. I think it would be wise to send someone down to witness what’s going on. From what I can see, your vantage point on the bridge isn’t nearly as good as ours. Also, our displays and computers are registering slightly increased chronitron levels and an increase in stress hormones with our patients here. The levels are nothing to worry about yet, but we’ll keep our eyes open for any changes.=/\=

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

=/\= Foster to sick bay I am on my way =/\=

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

A few minutes later, the tenant foster entered sick bay and said “ OK what do you need me to see from your angle?” He asked. Little interested to see what was going on.

Lt. John Forster (CWO)

Dr. Sovan stood by quietly, letting Dr. Najjir take the lead.

Doctor Sovan

It had taken longer than Mykl expected to get someone from the bridge down to Sickbay. “Come over here to the viewport. There’s an excellent view of the derelict ship.”

She moved aside a bit to make room for the Lt. “It looks empty…maybe evacuated? Do you see how sometimes it looks almost transparent? Would gravemetric waves be causing that?” She knew the vantage point from sickbay was a lot better than what would be showing on the bridge.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

John looked through the view port and saw what the doctor was talking about. =/\= John two bridge can you run a physic analysis of the vessel? =/\=

Lt. John Forster (CWO)

“Logic would suggest, Doctor that the chroniton levels might have more to do with it. It could be phasing in and out of time.” Sovan mused as he joined them at the viewport. “I am not well trained in that area but I would suggest that that may be an avenue that needs more study.”

Doctor Sovan

“All I know is that it looks very wrong. I studied medicine and don’t know much about gravemetric waves or chronitons–just the basics, I guess.” the three of them stayed at the viewport awaiting word from the bridge about what they’d found.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

BUMP

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

John turned “I am going to return to the bridge and let the captain know” he said walk for the turbo lift “ we should’ve gotten a reply back”

Lt. John Forster (CWO)

Sovan watched the CWO leave sickbay for a moment before turning back to Najjir. “Shall we prepare for one of us to attend the away team when called?”

Doctor Sovan

Pulling her gaze from the exit back to her collegue, Mykl nodded. “I’ll go. You stay here and look after the crew.” She looked back at the doors. “Did it seem like the CWO gleened anything from his look at the derilict? I thought he was totally unimpressed. What do you suppose he’s going to share with the Captain?” The headache she’d complained about earlier had been eliminated with the injections Sovan administered, but her brows were still creased with concern.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

“That is what concerned me… he did not seem to have a reaction to it whatsoever. That or he is as stoic as a Vulcan. But even I am propelled to speculate.”

Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

OOC: he was raised by a Vulcan after his mother went missing

OOC: Thx for the info but Sovan wouldn’t know that unless he looked at the records.

Suddenly a medical alert sounded and Sovan, as the closest person, walked over and checked it.
“Doctor Najjir, a medical notice from the bridge. Lt. Batario’s station specifically. Elevated neural readings, he’s in danger of neural collapse.” Sovan said looking up at the CMO with evident concern though his voice and demeanour remained even.

Doctor Sovan

At that same time, Sovan was hailed.

=^= Kastarak to Dr Sovan. Lt Batario is in a suspected telepathic link of unknown format. The passive medical monitor shows elevated neural activity and measurements are approaching cognitive overload thresholds. Please advise. =^=

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer