Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Draddok Ahearn (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim: Science Labs (Tag Science/GM)

Posted by Ensign Celador Theinna (Security Officer) in Main Sim: Science Labs (Tag Science/GM)

Posted by Lieutenant Alita Claire (Chief Security Officer) in Main Sim: Science Labs (Tag Science/GM)
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=/\= Acknowledged, I am on my way. =/\=

Wells showed up 5 minutes later. “My apologizes, I was delayed by a conversation I was having with the Captain on some personal matters. To what can I assist you with?” asked Wells.

GM

Alita may have lost her body for the moment but, in her opinion, it seemed Wells’ intelligence had escaped her.

She stood tall and looked the woman in the eyes.

“The Science Officer said you, or the CE, could probably help us put things to right. I want out of this body and I think it needs to be more of a priority than everybody’s making it. So I require your assistance.” she stated.

• Alita, MO/COS

“Ah, you must be Lt. Claire. Yes, I have consulted with the Chief Engineer on your situation and we have come up with a potential viable solution but I’m afraid it can’t be implemented until the Captain finishes discussing with the alien trader. Sufficient to say, we don’t have enough power to use the transporter and the computing resources required to unscramble your patterns into their respective parts. I’m afraid, Lieutenant, I can’t go into much details than that as the device we intend to use is rather classified,” said Wells.

GM

Alita got the strong sense that Wells was telling the truth but she still didn’t trust the woman completely.

“And how much longer do you think this negotiation is going to take? I believe the longer we are in this state, the harder it will be for any device to return us to normal.” she explained.

• Alita, MO/COS

“Your atoms aren’t going anywhere, Lieutenant. The primary issue is essentially decompiling you into your individual atoms and DNA components then reconstructing you back to normal. The computer estimates the power requirements would take all the extra power we brought on board that is needed to be used to travel back to the Alpha Quadrant.”

Ahearn walked into the lab, preoccupied with samples in his hand and not seeing the two figures as he made his way to the biological containment unit. Placing the samples in the unit, he began generating a holographic model and then saw the two and jumped in surprise. “Good lord!” he exclaimed and then calmed a bit. “What are you two doing in here?” and then he looked at Alita. “Who in the nine hells are you?”

Ahearn, CSO

“Actually I’ve always heard that there are thirteen Hells and, by the Gods Chief, if you’ve forgotten that Cel and I would rather be back in our own bodies, I don’t know if I can avoid throwing the temper tantrum that this young male body has raging inside of it.” she explained shakily.

• Alita, MO/COS

“Commander Helena Wells, Lieutenant Ahearn. I’ll overlook your outburst to a superior officer since this is your lab after all,” replied Wells, “I was asked down here by the Lieutenant here.”

GM

Ahearn looked at Wells and waved his hand dismissively. “I know who you are, Commander. I did not know the… extent… to which the others had been subjected.” and he he paused and stared for a moment and then shook his head to clear it. “We can deal with that after I deal with this.” and e waved his hand over the samples that had yet to be loaded into the modeling module.

Ahearn, CSO

Alita forced herself to calm down, stood, and took a chance.

“In the interest of everybody involved, Chief, please allow me to assist you. Don’t let this body fool you, I still know what I’m doing.” she said calmly to Ahern.

• Alita, MO/COS

Ahearn looked at her and said “Ok. Then tell me… how up to date are you microbiology and virology?” The question may have on the face of it seemed abrupt… if not outright dismissive. But there was a tone in his voice that lent other qualities to it. Concern. Confusion. Stress. “I have to figure out a way to disperse a preventative vaccine throughout the ship as quickly as possible. Side note, I also have to create said vaccine. I have a working solution for a treatment of the virus, but I need to come up with a way to either block it or trigger an immunological response. Thoughts?” and he looked back and forth at the two figures in his lab.

Ahearn, CSO

Alita knew this was no time to play with the Chief science officer. Maybe he would even take her seriously.

“Have you considered developing protein tags to help the body identify and remove, or destroy, the virus? It could be dispersed as an aerosol through the re-circulation and ventilation system after disabling the filters.” Alita suggested.

Her sister, Olivia, probably would have put it more elegantly but she was glad her sister couldn’t see her now.

• Alita, MO/COS

“Correct me if I’m wrong but these scans show the virus using a bacteria as it’s host,” said Wells.

GM

Ahearn nodded. “Indeed. That is what makes this so difficult. If I kill the host, the virus survives and does it’s little jig around everyone’s lungs. And I cant kill the virus without going through the bacteria. An internal inoculation works very differently that trying to immunize a vessel. In the patients, at least, they had a fever to help destro…” and his voice trailed off and he stared at a point in space between the two for a moment. Slowly, a small smile spread across his face and he nodded to himself and mumbled something. Turning to the holographic model of the virus, he activated the computer. =/\= Computer, access all scan of patients undergoing treatment for this virus in sickbay. Cross-reference growth decline parameters with patient’s temperature, then calculate at what ambient air temperature the virus would be killed at if it were airborne. =/\= Ahearn then turned and looked at the two with a twinkle in his eye that wasn’t there before. “I think, dearies, that is about to get very hot on this ship.” He then began modifying the model of the anti-bacterial compound of the medication for atmospheric dispersal.

Ahearn, CSO

“A 62 degree Celsius temperature would be required,” chirped the computer. Ahearn looked at the data, unfortunately, the Vulcan patients were skewing the data set.

GM

Alita’s eyes widened.

“Wow! How long would we have to maintain that temperature? I never did spend summers in Death Valley. Damn…” she said quietly.

• Alita

Ahearn swore… loudly. He then said =/\= Eliminate Vulcans from the calculation, calculate them as an individual group. And yes, how long will the temperature need to be maintained to ensure elimination of the virus? Both in the Ship and Vulcan subset?=/\=

Ahearn, CSO

“Unknown,” chirped the computer, “Possible cross contamination in environments may result in generic mutations of bacteria-viral hybrids. Exclusion of infected Vulcans would require a 44 Celsius temperature in all parts of the ship for one hour. Warning: Some ship systems may be damaged if environmental controls are set at that temperature. Recommendation of baryon sweep across the ship to ensure elimination of bacteria-viral infection.”

GM

Alita was about ready to pound her fist on something but stopped and laughed when she realized just how that would look in Cel’s adolescent body.

“I know you’re aware of this fact Chief, but I just have to say it out loud. Most life forms don’t survive baryon sweeps. I believe that goes for all races aboard the Wolverine.” she said hanging her head.

• Alita, MO/COS

Ahearn didn’t look away from the model, but said “I am aware of that. And that is probably why the computer recommended that course of action.”

Celador, who up to that point was standing back pipped up. “My body for antibiotics.” He said quietly, leaning back against a nearby wall. “If this virus needs a bacterial host, why not change the host?” He suggested from the back.

-Cel

At that Ahearn did look up. His eyes narrowed in concentration and he said simply “Explain.”

Ahearn, CSO

Celador shrugged. “I’m no scientist so I maybe way off in this, but in strategic situations, when an enemy is entrenched someplace that cannot be effectively attacked or destroyed, then a simple solution is to draw them out to more favorable terrain. Can we do the same thing with this pathogen?”

-Cel