Posted by Lieutenant Commander Purola (Chief Of Medical Control) in Main Sim - Transporter Room 1 - Retreating From Plants

Posted by Commander Narva (Subcommander/Chief Of Science Control) in Main Sim - Transporter Room 1 - Retreating From Plants

Posted by Gamemaster GM CockRoach (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Transporter Room 1 - Retreating From Plants
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Scans showed the Ulan was having a serious allergic reaction from an injected toxin likely from the planet. That hyper accelerated the effects of allergies they were all already feeling from just being near its pollen or spores etc nearby. The Ulan’s airways were fully closed, his lungs were in spasm not allowing what little air he had left to process properly and his heart was in a hyper active state of pumping and panic. He would likely die from lack of oxygen very very soon if his air flow at least wasnt somehow restored.....

GM CockRoach

Rul’s mind shifted. Watching the Ulan struggle to breathe, his brain processed the scene as if it was an Engineering problem. Alright. Lack of oxygen due to obstruction of main supply line. No time to reconfigure the system to compensate, so a bypass is needed. Create positive gas-flow by inserting secondary flow avenue past blockage and push O2 via new line. He knelt down by the Uhlan and reached into his boot and pulled out a very sharp and pointed blade. He flipped it and handed it grip-first to the CMC. “You make the cut. I’ll make the line.” Rul said flatly and opened the back of his tricorder. He removed the base plate and then the small tritanium wireguide from inside. The guide was a smallish and hollow cylinder that kept the internal wiring organized and in place. Rul pulled the six multicolored wires from inside the cylinder and readied to hand the improvised tracheotomy tube to the CMC.

Rul, CWC

Narva continued to scratch. It was annoying. What was going on around him he didn’t really want to see.

SubCmdr Narva

The Ulan was starting to enter final spasm states from lack of oxygen, his brain was shutting down, his life signs getting weaker and weaker by the second, both from lack of air and the toxins of the plant and allergic reactions. If they were going to try this they best make it happen so!

GM CockRoach

Purola quirked an eyebrow at Rul and gave the blade a dismissive look and raised her laser scalpel to the soldier’s throat and began the incision. Whilst he’d been talking about medical procedures she’d been preparing for the tracheotomy “Top of my medical case is a prepared clean tube” She said to Rul who had been appointed as Nurse “Hand that to me, this isn’t the front, no need for improvisation” She said in a not unkindly voice although there was sill her no-nonsense attitude present

Centurion Purola CMC

“First time I have seen a doctor fully prepared.” Rul said, also not in an unkindly voice. He did as instructed and was doing a remarkably decent impression of a medical officer.

Rul, CWC

OOC: Just to note the ulan dying was planned almost no matter what for the sake of plot....

The Ulan’s jerking movements did not make Purola’s task easy, she would be just beginning to insert the tube in the cut when a heavy seizure wracked through the Ulan’s body and his eyes bulged in clear agony and terror before suddenly his body contorted and laid still. Green blood seeped as the body relaxed from the corner’s of his eye sockets, nostrils and ears, as well as from the cut Purola had just made, but those soon stopped fully as a more dire thing began to form. Small moss like ‘foam’ formed out of the blood areas matching the silver-green colorings of the plant that had attacked on the surface. It seems the plant infested its prey and would use it to ‘seed’ places elsewhere.

Scans showed this moss infestation was infesting much of the Ulan’s lungs, and larger arteries and other organs. Already there was signs of it hasting the decomposition of the now dead Ulan. At a rough guess the remains would likely be devoured fully in probably 6-8 hours. If Purola scanned the landing party she would find the all had inert such samples of the plant in their own bodies, likely this was the first step to an attack by the plant normally as long as the chemical poisons from the plant that attacked them did not get interacted in them they should avoid a fate like the Ulan just now. But they also had the fact that the side effect of this was causing an increasing allergic reaction of itchiness and tingles across their bodies.

Just then the door to the transporter room opened, and two NU’s (NE ulans’ :P ) nurses came in in bio-hazard garb. The forcefield around the transporter pad was still present preventing them from leaving as per doctrine in such cases. “..We got an alert of a biohazard from your beam up. What information do you have ma’am?” The one said to Purola. As they began their own scans on the team on the pad deck.

GM CockRoach

Narva was hesitant to say anything. If the Ulan officer had died; what was coming for them. The whole team was down there. They were all infected at some degree. If this was the end; not that it was; he would face it like a Romulan. He would stand up to it; tell it to go away. If that didn’t work; face it with honour and dignity.

SubCmdr Narva

Purola clicked her tongue in annoyance as the soldier died, at the hand of a damn plant. She quickly began cleaning her hands with standard sterilization techniques “We’ve been infected with some sort of invasive flora, the soldier had the worst of it” She said and started working her own scanner to confirm her thoughts “The away team should be fine as long as the chemical agent we inhaled on the surface doesn’t get activated” She put the scanner down and grabbed some empty vials and placed one into her hypospray “I’m going to take blood samples for the lab to work with, Subcommander Narva please have a look at my readings” She pushed the scanner towards the First officer as she removed a vials worth of her own green blood, removing it then putting in a new vial and moving on to Rul.

Centurion Purola CMC

Rul pulled up a sleeve and let the Medical Officer draw a sample. His eyes stayed on the dead Ulan. “What a waste.” he said softly.

Rul, CWC