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Kastarak listened carefully. He had had so much focus on Pawl’s health that Najjar’s warning words, we’re not sure the entity is done with us, made him regret his focus on Pawl. He thought how he could resolve this.

“Is there any support for that hypothesis, that the entity is working slower and less invasively?” he asked.

T’Sol walked in hoping she wasn’t interrupting anything. “Sorry to have walked in. Hope I’m not interrupting anything. I have some data that had appeared on my console up on the bridge. Wasn’t sure if either you doctor or captain would want to take a look.” T’Sol said logically. She stood there hopefully not interrupting, she stood clear.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Chernov

“Lieutenant,” Kastarak noted T’sol’s presence with a calm voice. If it hadn’t been important, T’sol wouldn’t have arrived. Yet, T’sol’s way of speaking was odd, not Vulcan, wasn’t sure was a strange way of phrasing. Had the entity begun to influence T’sol too? Kastarak hummed in his mind at this thought.

“Please summarize the data and show us the main graphs and figures”, he told T’sol.

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer

“Yes, sir.” She replied as she pulled up the graph. “Sir, my initial scans of the current entity surrounding us out there, has some way of a connection with Chief Engineer Batario. With that being said it had also started to communicate with me. No idea how we can respond unless using radiowaves to communicate.” She added to her report.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Chernov

Sovan’s hands continued their steady movement across the LCARS interface as the discussion unfolded around him. Though his attention remained fixed on the layered neurological models rotating across the Sickbay displays, it was evident from the subtle shifts in the data windows that he was listening carefully to every word exchanged between the Captain, the CMO, and the CSO.

At T’Sol’s statement, one of the simulations paused momentarily before Sovan redirected additional processing power toward a new comparative overlay.

“There is supporting evidence for the Doctor’s hypothesis, Captain,” Sovan said evenly without looking away from the console. “The synchronization patterns observed among affected crew members are not behaving like residual neurological contamination alone. The resonance signatures are exhibiting adaptive modulation.”

He finally turned slightly toward Kastarak, the pale glow of the medical displays reflecting faintly across his features.

“In simple terms, the phenomenon is adjusting itself in response to individual neural architectures. Passive exposure would normally decay at a predictable rate. Instead, we are observing intermittent reinforcement pulses occurring across multiple crew members simultaneously.” He allowed a brief pause. “That suggests either an ongoing external influence… or a self-sustaining harmonic imprint left behind by the entity.”

Sovan brought up another graph beside T’Sol’s scans. Thin lines of fluctuating neural activity intertwined with subspace harmonic telemetry from the bridge sensors.

“Lieutenant T’Sol’s report is consistent with the data I am observing. The communication pathway does not appear to rely on conventional verbal exchange. The entity may be utilizing psionic resonance carried through localized subspace harmonics as a medium of contact.”

His eyes shifted briefly toward T’Sol.

“Your mention of radiowave communication is logical, Lieutenant, however I believe a standard transmission would likely be insufficient. The entity appears to respond more readily to patterned harmonic structures than direct language.”

Another series of simulations populated the display.

“I am now attempting to determine whether these synchronized neural intervals can be artificially replicated in a controlled environment. If successful, it may permit limited communication without requiring direct neural exposure to the entity itself.”

Sovan straightened slightly behind the console.

“However, Captain… if the entity is still maintaining low-level contact with portions of the crew, even indirectly, then every interaction may also permit it to continue learning us.”

Doctor Sovan

She stood there without being fazed. “Yes, of course, Lieutenant Sovan.” She stood there, logically quiet after that. “However, Doctor Najjar, with your permission and of course with your permission, captain,” she started to say. “If I can set up my scans of the entity here, while of course you both can of course say no of course. But I would recommend of course, I be here and continue the research, stay out of the way of all of you doctors of course and figure out what this thing is trying to say. Of course I would need to borrow or communications officer as well if need be.” She started to ask for permission to work in sickbay to figure out what is going on with Chief Batario.

Pawl layed the quietly on the biobed as the displays beeped and read the bio rythems. Pawl relaxed as much as he could dare or allow so that he did not slip away from himself. Pawl did his best not to attempt to ease drop on the others in sickbay. Pawl thought about letting go to See if the enitiy might be able to communicate throught his body. But he wanted to give the doctor or captain a heads up to that posibility. And get the opionions of this idea or action. Pawl atttemted to get the doctors and the captains attention. calmly and not disruptively either. He sat up on his elbows to give himeself a bit of a incline. noting he wanted to ask something.

[[Lt ]] [[Pawl Batario]]
[[Chief_Engineer]] [[Uss_Chernov]]

She had stood there just looking at Lieutenant Batario and can tell that he is wanting to move, however, knowing the state that he is in, T’Sol know’s that it’s not the best thing while the investigation is going on.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Chernov

Najjar didn’t see the need for T’Sol to be in sickbay to run her scans or monitor Batario when she could do that from her station. His medical feed could be forwarded to the bridge without difficulty. Also, if she stayed, she wanted to bring in the communications officer also. That would be two people off the bridge that were needed, and two extra people in sickbay where room could become minimal. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, Mykl focused on Pawl. “Yes, Lt, how can I help you?”

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

“Doctors,” Kastarak turned to Najjar and Sovan. “Monitor Lt T’Sol. I will return to Bridge. Advise me directly of any important changes in the conditions of lieutenants T’Sol and Batario. Before I go, any questions, or comments?”

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer

Pawl looked at the doctor as he was about to ask for some iced water. As he heard kastarak and forgot what he was going to ask for. Pawl felt Kasarak just got there and he was leaving just as quickly. Pawl was going to protest bystopped as he felt defeated as he plooped back down on the biobed. “Never mind doctor I forgot what I was asking for. Only concern i have is me falling askeep my defenses might go down and give the enitity free raine of his mind and maybe his body and his self will be pushed aside or moved to another location.” Pawl said as voice begain to faulter. As he looke towards the oposite wall away from the captain and others. He tried not let emotion to take over him. as one tear fell.

[[Lt ]] [[Pawl Batario]]
[[Chief_Engineer]] [[Uss_Chernov]]

Mykl looked at the CO and set her jaw. “Very well, Captain, we’ll keep watch over both of them.” Najjar nodded at Sovan, signalling him to get T’Sol set up on a bio bed to undergo continuous scans. She turned back to Kastarak. “We’ll let you know if there are any changes.”

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov

Sovan inclined his head once at the Captain’s order. “Understood, Captain. We will maintain continuous monitoring.”

As Kastarak departed Sickbay, the Vulcan moved immediately toward one of the secondary medical stations adjacent to Batario’s biobed. The soft glow of LCARS interfaces illuminated his features as he began reconfiguring the console with calm, efficient precision.

Several diagnostic windows collapsed and reformed into layered scientific and neurological monitoring displays. Bio-neural telemetry from Batario’s scans shifted to one side of the screen while Sovan opened additional partitions for subspace harmonic analysis, psionic resonance mapping, and external sensor integration.

Without looking up, he addressed T’Sol evenly.

“Lieutenant, I have prepared an isolated research partition for your scans. Your data streams will remain separated from primary medical diagnostics to prevent interference with Lieutenant Batario’s monitoring.”

His fingers moved across the console again, initiating new synchronization routines between the medical sensors and the ship’s scientific databases.

“I have also established adaptive filters to compensate for the anomalous resonance fluctuations we have been observing. If the entity attempts communication through measurable psionic or subspace modulation, the system should now be capable of identifying repeating patterns with greater accuracy.”

Only then did Sovan glance briefly toward Pawl.

The sight of the engineer’s visible distress caused the Vulcan’s expression to soften by only the smallest degree.

“Lieutenant Batario,” he said calmly, his voice remaining measured and controlled, “your concern is logical. However, you are not facing this phenomenon alone. We are monitoring both your neurological activity and the surrounding resonance field continuously. Should any indication arise that the entity is attempting to override or displace your consciousness, we will intervene immediately.”

He stepped back from the console and gestured slightly toward the prepared station for T’Sol.

“You may begin your scans when ready, Lieutenant.”

Doctor Sovan