Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (CMO) in Emergency Preparedness Drill - Haruka Sato on USS Saracen

Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (CMO) in Emergency Preparedness Drill - Haruka Sato on USS Saracen

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Haruka Sato (Chief Engineer) in Emergency Preparedness Drill - Haruka Sato on USS Saracen
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Allison Scott looked at her watch. She had sent a memorandum out several weeks ago to random crew members about the emergency preparedness medical drill. On the Ogawa, they had performed these drills a few times but every port was a medical emergency and no one tended to be shooting at them. On the Saracen, they had red alert drills for when people were shooting at them but never casualty drills. To her, this was the perfect combination of both and would give her staff a chance to see her not as the “other doctor” but the medical chief.

The alarm dinged on her watch and Ally hit the pre-recorded message programmed into the ship.

=/\=Lt. Commander Haruka Sato=/\= The artificial voice piped through his comm badge. It carried the slightly up beat voice of a woman. =/\=The Emergency Preparedness Drill is now commencing. You have been assigned a plasma burn. This is a chemical burn where your skin and/or eyes come in contact with a harsh irritant, such as acid or a base or plasma. Substances that cause chemical burns include Chlorine, Ammonia, Bleach, Acids, Bases, and plasma.

Your Symptoms can range from:

Redness, irritation, pain numbness or burning at the site of contact.
Formation of blisters or black dead skin at the contact site.
Vision changes if the chemical gets into the eyes.
Shortness of breath is inhaled.
Vomiting if ingested.
Low blood pressure resulting in faintness, weakness, dizziness
Shortness of breath or severe cough
Headache
Muscle twitching or seizures,
Cardiac arrest or irregular heartbeat

At the sound of the tone, please call the medical staff and report your injury. The range of symptoms are provided for you to pantomime the condition for the arriving doctor to triage. Thank you in advance for your time=/\=

Ally Scott CMO

Since receiving the initial memo sent out a couple of weeks ago, Sato had been plotting her performance. She always loved through her all in to a project, and this was no different. She was determined to make this a challenge for a medical staff; not one that was unfair, but one that was realistic. To help with that, she had co-opted one of her staff to assist.

=^= Sato to Ensign Ball, it’s time. =^= she stated plainly, before tapping a few commands into her console. The replicator in her office hummed to life, producing a variety of items that she grabbed hold of, and put in a utility bag. With everything replicated placed carefully in the bag, she headed into one of the Jefferies Tubes near her office; after all, something like a plasma burn was more likely to occur in one of the Saracen’s service ducts that a main passenger corridor.

Arriving at the, soon to be, scene of the accident, she took off one of the bulk head panels, exposing one of the EPS conduits. She shut down the conduit, rerouting power through other parts of the EPS network, whilst also disabling the monitoring system that would have caused an alert in Main Engineering. Instead, it would simply look like someone was conducting routine maintenance; maintenance that Sato had placed in the work log a few days previous.

Taking out a holoprojector, she fixed it on to the EPS conduit, and started the programme. Instantly the EPS conduit looked like it was back online, but this time with a large crack from which a jet of plasma shot out. The tube instantly filled with simulated heat; Sato knew it was going to get warm in here, however the holoprojector had been set up for the safeties to kick in once the temperature got above 40 degrees celsius. She tapped a command into her tricorder to pause the programme; she still had to get ready.

Stripping off her jacket, she pulled another one out of the utility bag. It was identical to the first, other than a large area of charing to the left arm, and down the left torso. She took out of the bag a couple of silicon patches that matched the charing, and placed them on her torso and arm. She put on the new jacket, before getting out a small bag of what looked like gelatinous blood. This wasn’t too bad a description, given that this was exactly what it was - at least, a synthetic version of blood that the replicator had provided. She opened the bag, slightly gagging at the tangy smell that originated; perhaps a little too realistic. Still, at least she wasn’t Ensign Ball. Covering her ‘wounds’ with the substance gave them a glistening look, complementing the charing.

At that moment, Ensign Ball came around the corner. “Chief,” he said, chuckling at Sato covered in her war wounds.

“Ensign,” she replied with a smile. “Are you ready?”

“Absolutely!” he said, waving his pint-sized bag of beige goo at Sato.

“Great, let’s do this then.” she said, positioning herself next to the frozen plasma flame that was sitting stationary in midair. She tapped on her tricorder again, and the flame came to life, dancing across the tube. The sound and the heat of the plasma fire resumed, and Sato could already feel herself warm up. “Oh, and remember, as much drama as you can muster!”

Ensign Ball tapped his comm badge. =^= Ball to Sickbay!! =^= cried out the Ensign, his voice shrill and unsteady. =^= Mu… Mu… Medical em… em… emergency! She’s on fire! Help! I don’t know what to do! =^=

Sato struggled to suppress a giggle.

Lt. Cmdr. Sato
Chief Engineer

A few moments went by, whilst nothing was heard on the comms channel. Sato grumble to herself as she flicked open a tricorder, and checked she hadn’t inadvertently turned off the communications.

“Well, the communications system seems to be working… just as well I’m not actually dying.” she said to Ensign Ball.

Ball sighed. “To think…” he started wistfully, “my talents as an actor fell on deaf hears, so sad…” he finished, before breaking out into a grin again. Taking a few seconds to compose himself, he tapped his comm badge again.

=^= Hello?! Sickbay?! Anyone there?! =^= he cried out again.

Lt. Cmdr. Sato
Chief Engineer

“I am herrrrre,” Ally stated coming through the hatch but skidding to a stop as if she were on the brink of a cliff, “what in the hell.” To say the crew had embraced the drill was an understatement. If she was not replying to a drill, Ally would have no reason to suspect the engineer was not hurt. Ally tiptoed around the space avoiding the goo that seemed to be everywhere.

Ally’s entranced surprised both ‘actors’, as they scrambled to set the final bits of the scene. Ball scurried out of the way, clutching his small bag, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed. Meanwhile Hari shouted out in mock pain.

“How ya’ doing,” Ally asked feeling the heat rising in the small space. The comment was a moot point. Obviously, the officer was in distress however depending on the depth of the burn, they might not be feeling anything. Once a burn went deep enough, it fried the nerve endings so no physical pain. The charring made Ally assume the officer might be in shock.

“Swell Doctor,” she said, “I was thinking I really could do with a extra-hot plasma shower,” she continued, labouring her breath, but still with a slight grin on her face.

“What is this goo,” Ally asked wrinkling up her nose.

“Oh my, I do feel quite faint,” she continued, as she slumped onto the floor.

Since the drill was based on the Medical team’s ability to treat and triage, the tricorders were set up to give only partial information. Each person in the drill had been randomly assigned an illness or condition. The medical staff was only given basic knowledge causing them to rely on their skills versus technology to treat the condition. All the medical equipment in the case they carried was designed to simulate being given meds but nothing in the kit was anything more than a placebo. If the doc gave the wrong meds or the computer decided to add a complication, it would announce the results for everyone to play off of.

Ally Scott CMO

“Oh my god,” Ally dove forward slightly seeing Sato heading to the deck plating. Catching woozy patients was almost a daily occurrence in medicine for one reason or another. Spreading her feet into a wide stance, Ally shoved her arms under Sato’s propping the woman up so that she could lower her to the decking instead of dropping her on it. With her wide leg stance, Ally managed to avoid most of the goo so neither she was standing it in or Sato lying in it.

It was at that moment a retching sound could be heard emanating from Bell’s location, as he did his upmost to simulate being sick as a result of the fumes and stress of the situation. The brown bag of goo, clutched to his chest, was spurting out across the deck, leaving a tangy, acid smell that further offended the sense of smell of those present.

Ally heard the retching a second before she felt it. This was the second most common event in medicine. Normally Ally was far quicker but it was a sneak attack of sorts. There was no way Bell probably intended to spew the contents onto the medical chief. No one ever meant to upchuck on the person that was there to help…but they did.

Ally closed her eyes and slowly rolled her shoulders forward as she felt the splatter coat the back of her shirt. Her face scrunched up and she let out small moan. “Ewww,” she stated in a soft but audible tone before regaining her composure. Looking at Sato, she helped the woman settle onto the ground.

Ball grimaced, not intending to douse the Chief Medical Officer in the replicator’s finest representation of vomit.

“Well at least I know the vomit isn’t a symptom of yours yet but if you feel it coming on…lean left?” The comment was playful and humorous. There was nothing in Ally’s voice to indicate she meant anything but to put the people in the space at ease. Turning her face to the side she hollered over her shoulder, “how ya doin’ there Ball? Need a bucket or can you hold out for a moment?”

Ally Scott CMO

Lt. Cmdr. Sato
Chief Engineer

Still a bit shaken by the inadvertent vomit fratricide, Bell shook his head. “I can hold out,” he said. “Do you need a towel?” he asked, sheepishly.

Hari, buy this point, was unsuccessfully trying to conceal a fit of giggles, which just resulted in her looking like she was writhing around with convulsions on the deck as she continued to supress them.

Lt. Cmdr. Sato
Chief Engineer

“Nope,” Ally unzipped her coat and dropped it to the floor. “Nope I am pretty good right now.” The tone in her voice was a well practiced bed side manner but also had a softness to it. It was not condescending indicating Ally would not hold a grudge even though her actions of dropping the coat showed she was less than thrilled. Kneeling down, Ally reached out to take Sato’s arm. Looking over it, Ally was exceedingly gentle as she pulled a tricorder and ran it over the wounds. The burns were reading as third degree which meant they had fried the nerve endings. If it were a real wound Sato would probably not feel anything by the way of burns but her nervous system would start to be in shock. Pulling out a pair of scissors, Ally cut away the part of the uniform that was not stuck on the woman’s arm.

Picking up the dermal regenerator, Ally began to run it over the woman’s arm. Since there was nothing to heal the device created a sensation of warmth and pulsing on the skin. It would feel more like the arm massage at a spa than actual skin being repaired since it was a drill.

Scott CMO

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“I should come here more often,” Hari said with a grin. “I think I’ve got a slight knot in my upper back,” he continued.

“Well, I aim to serve,” Ally continued with the imaginary triage. Getting a smile on her face Ally took on the monotone of the Emergency Broadcast system that was a staple of all comms at 1100 hundred hours. “This is a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. The Command team of the ship in voluntary cooperation with the Medical department and other authorities,” she altered some of the words but if Haruka probably would get the humor, “have developed this system to keep you informed in the event of an emergency.”

Ally remembered hearing the beep followed by the Federation insignia which always cut off any program one was watching at 11 am when playing hookey or home from school. “If this had been an actual emergency, the Attention Signal you just heard would have been followed by official information, news, or instructions.”

Suddenly there was a thud on the deck, as Bell crumpled into a heap. This wasn’t part of Hari’s plan, and the speed of Bell’s descent and the noise of the thud concerned her.

Lt. Cmdr. Sato
Chief Engineer

Ally turned and let out a small half-laugh. “The drill is over Bell but if you want,” her voice trailed off seeing the crumpled officer on the deck. Her face dropped the amused expression thinking Bell was being an overzealous recipient. Letting go of Sato’s arm, she moved across the deck no longer caring about the fake scene set up.

“Bell,” Ally called out crouching by the ensign. “Bell can you hear me,” she pulled out the tricorder but remembered the one she brought was rigged for the drill. Dropping it to the side, she picked up Bell’s wrist and began to take his pulse.

Scott CMO.

By this point, Hari’s ‘injuries’ had miraculously cured as she left to her feet to join the Doctor and the Ensign. Bell still had a strong pulse, but wasn’t responding to Scott’s calls.

Ally stopped talking long enough to ascertain Bell was alive but unconscious. Getting up she moved to her bag and pulled out the non drill tricorder from the medical bag she carried into the space. Pulling it out she began to scan Bell.

Hari tapped in a few commands into one of the miniature consoles in the shaft, and suddenly a wave of cool air enveloped them as the holographic projectors switched off, removing the sense of the nearby plasma fires that were part of the situation. The only obvious signs of anything untoward were the charred uniform Hari was wearing, and the brown goo that was adorning Scott.

Lt. Cmdr. Sato
Chief Engineer

“Have you noticed anything off from Bell in the past few hours or days?” Engineers were notorious caffeine junkies and pulled long shifts. Most of the time it was due to some crisis and managing it before and after the fact. The times when the ship was not in crisis, engineers tended to tinker, take things apart, and put things back together trying to increase efficiency. There was a better chance than not Bell had spent a lot of his time around people that might be able to comment on events leading up to the black out.

Scott. CMO

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