-- Okoboji Sickbay --
In sickbay, Katriel sat at one of the only consoles and regarded the most recent communications ad with a mildly clinical interest. Prior to the away team's departure, she had requested that the Okoboji's communications channels be duplicated on a feed in sickbay, so that herself and Doctor Lindresko would benefit from live updates and Commander Baker had acquiesced.
This, however, was an unanticipated side effect. Katriel thought for a moment before notating the frequency band of the Real Sentient Being on a PADD before dismissing the colorful hologram and patiently waiting for the inevitable follow-up.
Away team:
The pause was uncomfortably late in ushering in a response from the molerat, who slinks over to resume its OCD packing.
"'s'in sickbay."
"Sickbay." The carpet echoes, bringing the ire of its companion through a snapped, "Work! No chat! Haven't got all day!"
With oblivious hypocrisy, the blue-and-green patterned creature keeps talking: "Most probably not get to see him..." A bright coal-coloured eye cocks towards the badge, then up at Matt. "...how much asking?"
Okoboji:
"IF WE DON'T HAVE IT," Five minutes, twenty four seconds since the last one. The comms officer is learning quickly. "WE KNOW WHO DOES."
With those assertive words comes a constant stream of small, changing images that move in part of a larger holographic whole, undulating in attractive curves and slopes, intertwining with itself with memorizing purposelessness. Each image- a piece of a subliminal barrage, tugging at common known desires: foods, company, scenery, weapons, clothing...
"It's a wonderful life. Exotic specialties aren't just for them anymore."
The advertisement morphs into a humanoid shape, masculine, rippling with the constant moving pictures and colour as it stretches out a hand.
"Let me show you."
The pause was uncomfortably late in ushering in a response from the molerat, who slinks over to resume its OCD packing.
"'s'in sickbay."
"Sickbay." The carpet echoes, bringing the ire of its companion through a snapped, "Work! No chat! Haven't got all day!"
With oblivious hypocrisy, the blue-and-green patterned creature keeps talking: "Most probably not get to see him..." A bright coal-coloured eye cocks towards the badge, then up at Matt. "...how much asking?"
Okoboji:
"IF WE DON'T HAVE IT," Five minutes, twenty four seconds since the last one. The comms officer is learning quickly. "WE KNOW WHO DOES."
With those assertive words comes a constant stream of small, changing images that move in part of a larger holographic whole, undulating in attractive curves and slopes, intertwining with itself with memorizing purposelessness. Each image- a piece of a subliminal barrage, tugging at common known desires: foods, company, scenery, weapons, clothing...
"It's a wonderful life. Exotic specialties aren't just for them anymore."
The advertisement morphs into a humanoid shape, masculine, rippling with the constant moving pictures and colour as it stretches out a hand.
"Let me show you."
-- Okoboji's Bridge --
Commander Baker watched the advertisements from his Captain's chair with an amused smile. There was nothing else to do anyway, and he found most of them entertaining.
Commander Baker watched the advertisements from his Captain's chair with an amused smile. There was nothing else to do anyway, and he found most of them entertaining.
-- Okoboji Sickbay --
Katriel pinged her commbadge before tapping out the frequency information for this newest advertisement as well.
"Lieutenant Commander Sedai to Commander Baker. Sir, I was curious if you'd have any objection if I were to contact some of these ... organizations that we are seeing. Just to see if there's been anything unusual showing up in seller inventories, perhaps."
Katriel pinged her commbadge before tapping out the frequency information for this newest advertisement as well.
"Lieutenant Commander Sedai to Commander Baker. Sir, I was curious if you'd have any objection if I were to contact some of these ... organizations that we are seeing. Just to see if there's been anything unusual showing up in seller inventories, perhaps."
-- Okoboji's Bridge --
Commander Baker continue to watch the pop-up as he pushed a convenient button on his commanders chair. "Lieutenant Commander, there is an engineering team over on the Saylorville right now, working on some upgrades. If you want to access some of these ads, I'll allow you to beam over to the Saylorville to access it from their computer system. I don't want to take any chances with the 'Boji's computers and possible code hidden in some of these messages. You can report to the transporter room, I'll let the engineers know you are coming. Commander Baker, out."
-- The Away Team --
Matt doesn't answer the question about price, and his fake ascent seems to slip closer back towards his normal speech, not that an alien would notice. "Sick bay, alright. Where is that?"
He nods at Ahz, indicating that they will be heading for wherever these aliens indicate sickbay is.
Commander Baker continue to watch the pop-up as he pushed a convenient button on his commanders chair. "Lieutenant Commander, there is an engineering team over on the Saylorville right now, working on some upgrades. If you want to access some of these ads, I'll allow you to beam over to the Saylorville to access it from their computer system. I don't want to take any chances with the 'Boji's computers and possible code hidden in some of these messages. You can report to the transporter room, I'll let the engineers know you are coming. Commander Baker, out."
-- The Away Team --
Matt doesn't answer the question about price, and his fake ascent seems to slip closer back towards his normal speech, not that an alien would notice. "Sick bay, alright. Where is that?"
He nods at Ahz, indicating that they will be heading for wherever these aliens indicate sickbay is.
-- Away team --
The way to sickbay is almost painfully obvious- once set on the right track. "Follow the legal representatives," the molerat had said...and sadly, it wasn't incorrect. While the signs themselves designating 'medical facilities --->' was innocuous, the advertisements lining the walls on the fairly short walk were eye-catching, noisy things, offering legal services, discounts on health planet vacations, various health food and vitamin propaganda, promises of personal attention from the most promising (and discreet) doctors in the sector, and of course workers compensation' representation.
((GM question- where is Aravissa at this time? Accompanying? Left in the room?))
-- Saylorville--
The Saylorville, afforded far less attention than the Okoboji, is teeming with holographic advertisements- bizarre exotic beasts prowl the hallways, smartly dressed travel agents smile and wave from intersections-- there's even an alien holographic cook shooing everyone away from the replicators espousing how it causes a variety of different space diseases, and that 'natural' was the only way to go. Fortunately, it seems that whoever programmed them only had the intention of invading everyone's visual and aural privacy en mass-- main computer systems seem untouched.
The way to sickbay is almost painfully obvious- once set on the right track. "Follow the legal representatives," the molerat had said...and sadly, it wasn't incorrect. While the signs themselves designating 'medical facilities --->' was innocuous, the advertisements lining the walls on the fairly short walk were eye-catching, noisy things, offering legal services, discounts on health planet vacations, various health food and vitamin propaganda, promises of personal attention from the most promising (and discreet) doctors in the sector, and of course workers compensation' representation.
((GM question- where is Aravissa at this time? Accompanying? Left in the room?))
-- Saylorville--
The Saylorville, afforded far less attention than the Okoboji, is teeming with holographic advertisements- bizarre exotic beasts prowl the hallways, smartly dressed travel agents smile and wave from intersections-- there's even an alien holographic cook shooing everyone away from the replicators espousing how it causes a variety of different space diseases, and that 'natural' was the only way to go. Fortunately, it seems that whoever programmed them only had the intention of invading everyone's visual and aural privacy en mass-- main computer systems seem untouched.
((To my knowledge Vissa and Vallik are simply tagging along with the two MACOs, until they do or say otherwise, I'm assuming they are with the team.))
-- The Away Team --
Matt gives a polite but quick nod to the two aliens, then looks over at Ahz and the nurse. Ahz makes eye contact, and Matt motions for him to follow and he steps off in the direction of the medical facilities.
Gently pushing their way through the crowd, Matt leads the party, with the two medical personnel behind him and Ahz taking up the rear. The don't stop for trinkets or sales pitches as they head through the corridor.
-- The Away Team --
Matt gives a polite but quick nod to the two aliens, then looks over at Ahz and the nurse. Ahz makes eye contact, and Matt motions for him to follow and he steps off in the direction of the medical facilities.
Gently pushing their way through the crowd, Matt leads the party, with the two medical personnel behind him and Ahz taking up the rear. The don't stop for trinkets or sales pitches as they head through the corridor.
The medical facility's entrance way can't hold all four of them-- and the two that do get inside the unnervingly sterile reception room are met by a fidgety male nurse and scrutinized by a hard-staring female bodyguard haunting the door beyond.
"Yes?" Dark eyes outline the duo and lead into a duplicitous sounding: "You don't have an appointment."
The man..ish.. creature stands behind the desk.
"~How can we be of assistance?~" The question is posed with sing-song happiness, but it's too late- nestled between that initial question and his rising was a small, all-telling sigh of just how inconvenient the interruption is.
"~Travel pack vaccinations? Compatibility awareness cross listings for intimate encounters?~"
Inquiries as to Jervelkam sends the nurse plopping back down into his seat, eyes back to is work, and a curt, "He's not seeing visitors at the moment," their way.
The bodyguard, hitherto content with sending fierce maleficence though eye contact alone, starts winding up in poise, anticipating a physical outlet.
"Yes?" Dark eyes outline the duo and lead into a duplicitous sounding: "You don't have an appointment."
The man..ish.. creature stands behind the desk.
"~How can we be of assistance?~" The question is posed with sing-song happiness, but it's too late- nestled between that initial question and his rising was a small, all-telling sigh of just how inconvenient the interruption is.
"~Travel pack vaccinations? Compatibility awareness cross listings for intimate encounters?~"
Inquiries as to Jervelkam sends the nurse plopping back down into his seat, eyes back to is work, and a curt, "He's not seeing visitors at the moment," their way.
The bodyguard, hitherto content with sending fierce maleficence though eye contact alone, starts winding up in poise, anticipating a physical outlet.
Matt offers the receptionist and the bodyguard a courteous, if slightly annoyed, smile. "I understand. Thank you."
He steps back out into the hallway, out of view of the receptionist and the bodyguard, then taps the communicator hidden under his rag-tag clothes. "Boji... we're just outside of the medical facility on the station. We think our contact is inside. Can you scan the rooms immediately beyond us for life-signs. I'm looking for how many there are and what condition they are in."
He steps back out into the hallway, out of view of the receptionist and the bodyguard, then taps the communicator hidden under his rag-tag clothes. "Boji... we're just outside of the medical facility on the station. We think our contact is inside. Can you scan the rooms immediately beyond us for life-signs. I'm looking for how many there are and what condition they are in."
The response is quick and simple:
"Five life signs: two in the room just beyond you, three beyond that. Two, in that far room, have abnormally low cardiovascular parameters, but that could just be the norm for the species."
"Five life signs: two in the room just beyond you, three beyond that. Two, in that far room, have abnormally low cardiovascular parameters, but that could just be the norm for the species."
-- Okoboji Sickbay --
Katriel had contemplated the 'exotic species' hologram for a moment or two longer after Commander Baker's communication. She glanced towards Soalina, who was busily bustling about, preparing for one thing or another. Katriel wasn't actually sure how the Doctor managed to continually find additional things that needed doing when the sickbay was empty of patients, yet there she was.
"Doctor Lindresko, if you are not unduly occupied, perhaps you'd care to visit the Saylorville with me?" the Betazoid inquired, more out of courtesy's sake than anything else.
So she was more than just a little surprised when the Doctor acquiesced, only with an conditional 'if you don't mind' that the Doctor could first finish cataloging and sorting the volatile substances locker... and perhaps if the Counselor wanted to speed up the process, she could aid in completing the inventory of anesthetics and analgesics? With that expectant look on the half-Andorian's face, Katriel merely picked up a PADD and did as she was bid.
Both sundry tasks eventually completed, the two medical personnel were just preparing to exit sickbay to report to the transporter room when Svenson's communication inquiry was duplicated to the sickbay's console and halted the two in their tracks. A mutually exchanged glance was all that was necessary to communicate a silent agreement to wait and see.
Katriel had contemplated the 'exotic species' hologram for a moment or two longer after Commander Baker's communication. She glanced towards Soalina, who was busily bustling about, preparing for one thing or another. Katriel wasn't actually sure how the Doctor managed to continually find additional things that needed doing when the sickbay was empty of patients, yet there she was.
"Doctor Lindresko, if you are not unduly occupied, perhaps you'd care to visit the Saylorville with me?" the Betazoid inquired, more out of courtesy's sake than anything else.
So she was more than just a little surprised when the Doctor acquiesced, only with an conditional 'if you don't mind' that the Doctor could first finish cataloging and sorting the volatile substances locker... and perhaps if the Counselor wanted to speed up the process, she could aid in completing the inventory of anesthetics and analgesics? With that expectant look on the half-Andorian's face, Katriel merely picked up a PADD and did as she was bid.
Both sundry tasks eventually completed, the two medical personnel were just preparing to exit sickbay to report to the transporter room when Svenson's communication inquiry was duplicated to the sickbay's console and halted the two in their tracks. A mutually exchanged glance was all that was necessary to communicate a silent agreement to wait and see.
Matt considered it for a moment, before responding to the Okoboji. "Can you safely beam the three individuals from the far room to our sickbay?"
"Yessir."
On the Major's orders, the Away team finds itself reorienting just outside of the Okoboji's sickbay- seconds before the telltale sounds of the other beam-in just beyond. Those individuals seem a little less welcoming of the reorientation- as sound continues:
"I warn you! This may not look like much! But in the hands of a Very Skilled Surgeon! It is a Deadly Weapon!"
Of the three who materialized before Soa and Katriel, only one is standing-- the other two prone and posed with minute accuracy to biobeds.
The standing man- the one who is shouting now and brandishing an elaborate hair stick (his own)- has fire in his eyes and very good projection to that alto voice...but he's not very convincing.
On the Major's orders, the Away team finds itself reorienting just outside of the Okoboji's sickbay- seconds before the telltale sounds of the other beam-in just beyond. Those individuals seem a little less welcoming of the reorientation- as sound continues:
"I warn you! This may not look like much! But in the hands of a Very Skilled Surgeon! It is a Deadly Weapon!"
Of the three who materialized before Soa and Katriel, only one is standing-- the other two prone and posed with minute accuracy to biobeds.
The standing man- the one who is shouting now and brandishing an elaborate hair stick (his own)- has fire in his eyes and very good projection to that alto voice...but he's not very convincing.
Soa' stood still for a moment. She'd only just prepared herself to go wizzing off through the transporter to the Saylorville, and now it had appeared there was a man shouting before her eyes. For a good few moments, her ears were almost closed. She just stood there and blinked at the voice's source until it hit her two others had materialized in. She attempts to take a few steps forward, presumably around and ignoring the shouting-man regardless of what he's holding, towards the medical bio-beds - with a tricorder grabbed from the nearest convenient slot.
Miming a hushed please state the nature of the medical emergency under her breath before looking up to the two in the bio-beds and attempting a quick scan.
Miming a hushed please state the nature of the medical emergency under her breath before looking up to the two in the bio-beds and attempting a quick scan.
Matt quickly rushed into sickbay at the sound of the screaming man, the Rigelian was right behind him. He looked the man up and down, assessing him as not much of a significant threat. "Calm down Sir. It's ok. We are not going to hurt you. We are hear to help. Are you Jervelkam?"
"Jervelka-wh-who? I don't know who that is! I don't know what you madmen want!" It doesn't take a Betazoid to diagnose the nervousness in his shrill tone.
"But you should put us back! These are very sick people! Even the worst of the worst leave the dying in peace! What are you doing! Madam I protest! Stop it!"
The hairstick is thriller-stabbied into air in front of Soa's nose, emphasizing an ultimately hollow threat. All bark, no bite, like one of those rambunctious little rat dogs. "I don't want to have to use this!"
One of the patients is an enormous cocoon-shaped blob of thick, dark fur-- motionless. The other, an awkward Tellarite-like individual, just lacking the genetics to stunt his growth at four feet. He lies at about five-foot-six, sedated or feverish, or both, and the forming wrinkles of malcontent on his brow indicate he's not entirely oblivious to his surroundings.
"But you should put us back! These are very sick people! Even the worst of the worst leave the dying in peace! What are you doing! Madam I protest! Stop it!"
The hairstick is thriller-stabbied into air in front of Soa's nose, emphasizing an ultimately hollow threat. All bark, no bite, like one of those rambunctious little rat dogs. "I don't want to have to use this!"
One of the patients is an enormous cocoon-shaped blob of thick, dark fur-- motionless. The other, an awkward Tellarite-like individual, just lacking the genetics to stunt his growth at four feet. He lies at about five-foot-six, sedated or feverish, or both, and the forming wrinkles of malcontent on his brow indicate he's not entirely oblivious to his surroundings.
Matt puts up his hands, palm out, to show he has no weapon or intention of harming the hypersensitive individual. "Please, Sir. Just relax. That is a doctor, she'll help these two.... beings. It's alright. We are here to help Jervelkam."
Following a short set of blinks aimed towards her tricorder readings, Soa' sends another quick glance above and over towards the cocoon-like fur tuft, landing in conclusion on the other bio-bed occupant. Twitching her nose just enough to warrant an apparent visual motion from it, she turns her stare onto the shouting-man, pushing a hand up in front of her nose as she listens to the Major attempt to calm him. Waiting a few moments before addressing the man herself.
"You say these people are very sick? I would be inclined to agree with you. This one would appear to be suffering from key tissue deterioration, in respect causing what I'm presuming to be a number of organs on the verge of failure." Pausing for a short flick of her fringe to the left, turning back around to face the bed occupants once more. "What's wrong with them?"
"You say these people are very sick? I would be inclined to agree with you. This one would appear to be suffering from key tissue deterioration, in respect causing what I'm presuming to be a number of organs on the verge of failure." Pausing for a short flick of her fringe to the left, turning back around to face the bed occupants once more. "What's wrong with them?"
"Help him!? He was being helped! You don't even know what he looks like!"
The man's given up on the ruse with his rising hysteria- he even goes as far as to prod at Soa's collarbone, like a jabbing finger, with the (not really sharp) hair stick to emphasize his point.
"They've been KIDNAPPED! That's what! Well he's going to die anyway after the last time so just send us all back immediately and save yourselves the trouble!"
The man's given up on the ruse with his rising hysteria- he even goes as far as to prod at Soa's collarbone, like a jabbing finger, with the (not really sharp) hair stick to emphasize his point.
"They've been KIDNAPPED! That's what! Well he's going to die anyway after the last time so just send us all back immediately and save yourselves the trouble!"
Matt relaxes a little. "If you tell us which one is Jervelkam, there might be a reward in it, for you?"