Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Starfleet Academy - First Mission, Out the Gates

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Natasha Knight (Chief Medical Officer) in Starfleet Academy - First Mission, Out the Gates

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Starfleet Academy - First Mission, Out the Gates

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“Take your blood and put in the DNA sequencer.” Kelly tossed a PaDD to Nash and then slumped back laying against Dante’s side. “I’ve been brushing up on how to synthesize a vaccine from bacteria while Captain Fabulous here was on shore leave with his Boo.”

Kelly Shultz

“Captain Fantastic,” Dante corrected Kelly, then coughed for a moment. “Fantastic, like the Fantastic Four, not Fabulous. Captain Fabulous sound like I wear a rhinestone cowboy hat and fishnet stockings with my feather boa. No.”

“Hey don’t knock boa. We won first place in our skit for South Pacific with that bit.” Kelly’s voice was weak as she coughed a bit more violently than anyone expected.

“It was a coconut bra not a boa you idiot,” Nat said in a throaty whisper causing everyone in the shuttle to look back at her. “Those two dunces did not set the timer on the stasis pod. Safeties kicked in which is why I am rising like a zombie.”

“We gonna make everyone here an honorary Mintaran?” Nash smirked. “I know you are jealous of our telepathy resistance to mind reading, but there are other ways to get some Minataran in you, you know.”

“I swear I am putting that on a t-shirt and selling it,” Kelly shot back.

Picking up a medical hypo Nash pressed it against his neck and pressed the button, filling a vial with his blood. Then turning to the computer he slotted the hypo, vial and all, into the DNA sequencer like Kelly had instructed. “So, we just gonna strip out the, i dunno, white blood cell enzyme or something and add neutral solution to make a vaccine, then get the replicator to make more of it?”

Nash & Knight

Natasha might be awake in the stasis pod but too weak to get up or get out of it. “Yes, use the base code genetic sequencers first or we all will wake up with a desire to take your test.” The joke was weak but it was all they had right now.

“There is nothing wrong with our test,” Nash quipped. “The galaxy at large could do better if they took it, you know. Just think of the possibilities of basing alliances and getting to know other species in First Contact scenario’s if we all just sat down and answered 1763 questions over a few beers and curly fries?”

“I swear to god if I wake up wanting to take that test from this I will never forgive you,” Kelly stated.

Kelly and Natasha

“Fine, no Mintaran for you.” Nash spoke in an attempted copy of Dante’s Italian accent.

“I do not sound like that.” He protested from where he was lying, raising his head and one finger that needed no universal translator.

“Base code genetic sequencer, on,” Nash ignored him and focused on the screen in front of him. “I think. Something is happening. Lots of numbers and flashing green lights.” He fell silent as he looked at the screen. “Now it asking to isolate the specific Mintaran genetic code that allows this virus to be resisted, so I’m guessing yes,” he hit the approve button without waiting for an answer.

“Flashing green lights, next step, okay, its’ asking if we want to produce a synthetic anti-viral to Federation standard that can be distributed directly or aerially spread so that it can be systemically absorbed through the lungs. Um, yes?” He hit both buttons at the same time hoping that both options would be built. “Oh hey, it worked,” he looked slightly smug.

“This doctor stuff is easy,” Nash turned around and looked at Natasha. “Look what I made.” He held up a vial of a blue looking liquid, and shook it around slightly. “I made it taste like vodka, I never knew you could give medicine a specific flavour, why do you guys always make it taste like arse?”

Nash

“Me first,” Kelly’s hand flopped about. “As the XO I need to make sure it is safe. Golden boy’s bio chem final was the lowest out of the three of us and don’t,” she held up a finger with a weak smile, “tell me you are an engineer and tac officer. You nevah know when you maggots are gonna need to use that gray mattah for something other than shootin’ at the enemy.” Kelly moved into a fit of coughing after trying to imitate Herman Hornsby.

Kelly Shultz

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” Nash echoed the immortal line from a late 1980’s Earth sitcom that Emily had made him sit and watch one weekend.

Walking past Kelly and holding the hypo deliberately out of reach, Nash came to a stop beside Natasha and fired the device into the side of her neck. “Nat is the sickest out of everyone, stands to reason she has less time than everyone else and if it works, we’ll probably see results faster. Besides, everybody wants a little Mintaran now and then right?” He smirked at Dante.

“If a little Mintaran is all you have to offer,” Dante groaned but it wasn’t clear if it was from pain or Ethan’s bad joke. “Then I have no idea what Emily see’s in you cause it definitely isn’t your sense of humor or personality.”

“Touche,” Nash countered. “You clearly aren’t sick enough yet, Kelly gets my super juice next.” Before he paused though he looked at Nat with concern written on his face. He really had no idea what or how this stuff would work, or when.

Ethan Nash & Dante

“Make it a double and on the rocks,” Kelly quipped feeling like she had been ten rounds with the losing end of a baseball bat. The galactic joke of mail order mintarans due to their custom of what basically was clicking a document to match up traits for your future spouse did have a lot of unseen benefits. Without the pressure of getting out there to meet someone, they were able to persue arts and education with more focus or at least that is what Kelly hd noticed in her interactions with many of them. While they did not have the vast numbers as some planetary races, they produced some of the most talents people in their field.

Feeling the hypo pressure against her skin, Kelly closed her eyes and took a breath. It was not to revel in the medicine but have the last word.

“So Nash, we should all get together after this and Dante and I,” she lifted a hand limply letting it flop on Dante’s shoulder as if patting him, “would love to tell Emily how her hunky heartthrob saved us with his Mintaran Magic.” Even as sick as she was, Kelly could not help but find humor in her own comment. “You have told her that you don’t propose with a ring and a bottle of champagne but a users manual.”

Kelly Shultz