Konie nods, that seems like the simplest solution to the issue. One that he also had thought of already. "Prepare a shuttle, send over a few more pattern enhancers with it. If something comes up with the shuttle they can still set up a pattern."
He scratches his beard, "Find out if there's anything else important that they need. If they do we can shuttle it over as well."
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On the Kihai, the unlucky Petty Officer Anjar has been laid out against one wall of the corridor, just behind a bulkhead. "Vanguard to Away Team," comes a transmission from Ops, the sound crackling from the imperfect connection. "We'll dispatch a shuttle with several pattern enhancers to dock with the Kihai. Is there any other equipment you require to continue securing the vessel?"
In the infirmary, Amset finishes collecting the samples Dr. Tala requested and transmits them via its tricorder through the scow's array and back to the Vanguard's medical computer. The transfer rate is sluggish but steady.
In the Vanguard's medical bay, Dr. Tala receives more in-depth information on the patient Amset is monitoring. The tissue sample provides the most useful data; at the cellular level, energy production has been reduced to nearly lethal levels. If the patient were not in a comatose state, she would be dead by now. As it is, her low energy levels are perfectly balanced with her needs.
As Dr. Tala watches, the cells in the tissue sample cease functioning entirely and die. The effect might be easier to observe in a living host.
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In the infirmary, Amset finishes collecting the samples Dr. Tala requested and transmits them via its tricorder through the scow's array and back to the Vanguard's medical computer. The transfer rate is sluggish but steady.
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In the Vanguard's medical bay, Dr. Tala receives more in-depth information on the patient Amset is monitoring. The tissue sample provides the most useful data; at the cellular level, energy production has been reduced to nearly lethal levels. If the patient were not in a comatose state, she would be dead by now. As it is, her low energy levels are perfectly balanced with her needs.
As Dr. Tala watches, the cells in the tissue sample cease functioning entirely and die. The effect might be easier to observe in a living host.
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She bites her lower lip, and glances over at the scavengers, if one of them didn't get sick soon... she was beginning to wander if the virus was actually airborne or transmitted in some other way. She figured once the rescue mission was under way she would get a better chance to observe other patients, and they have enough to worry about without her barking requests at them. She pushes back off the table in frustration, her chair spinning slightly as it rolls away. I need a drink, she thinks to herself, before turning to a nearby nurse.
"I'm going to get a raktajino, take orders from everyone else and I'll get them, in the meantime your in charge inform me of any changes."
As well as giving them something to do she hopes that this will relieve tensions in med-bay, when something does happen she needs a relaxed and efficient team, not one that's on edge. After receiving the orders she heads off to the nearest food replicator at a fairly swift pace.
"I'm going to get a raktajino, take orders from everyone else and I'll get them, in the meantime your in charge inform me of any changes."
As well as giving them something to do she hopes that this will relieve tensions in med-bay, when something does happen she needs a relaxed and efficient team, not one that's on edge. After receiving the orders she heads off to the nearest food replicator at a fairly swift pace.
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"A replacement officer," is Chassy's succinct response to hthe go-between's question, "We still need to do a thorough sweep of the Kihai."
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After receiving the captain's approval, three redshirts and seven pattern enhancers board a shuttlecraft. The shuttle bay doors part and the small craft exits the Vanguard, arcing away to intercept the Kihai.
The bridge crew watches as it closes with the old warbird. The visual makes it look like a rough ride, and the shuttle waves off its first attempt to dock at the ventral hatch. The second time the pilot approaches more cautiously, and moors itself successfully against the Kihai's underside.
"Shuttlecraft to Bridge," comes the choppy transmission. "We're here and in one piece."
"Ensign Chexor to Away Team," comes a transmission through the helmets of Lt. Quaen and her redshirts, much clearer and crisper than the messages from the Vanguard. "We've just docked a shuttlecraft from the Vanguard with the Kihai; we're cracking the computer locks on the hatch now. Our scans show we're pretty close to a turbolift; once we've got the door open, Ensign Bell will climb up to you with four pattern enhancers."
Ensign Bell's groan can be heard in the background.
"We've got another three we're keeping with the shuttle, just in case. Hatch is opening now, stand by."
Two minutes later, Lt. Quaen can hear very muffled thumping and an occasional clank coming from behind the closed doors of the turbolift. The extra load of four pattern enhancers has negated the possibility of stealth. The sounds come quite close, then cease. A light tap-tap follows from the inside of the turbolift doors.
The bridge crew watches as it closes with the old warbird. The visual makes it look like a rough ride, and the shuttle waves off its first attempt to dock at the ventral hatch. The second time the pilot approaches more cautiously, and moors itself successfully against the Kihai's underside.
"Shuttlecraft to Bridge," comes the choppy transmission. "We're here and in one piece."
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"Ensign Chexor to Away Team," comes a transmission through the helmets of Lt. Quaen and her redshirts, much clearer and crisper than the messages from the Vanguard. "We've just docked a shuttlecraft from the Vanguard with the Kihai; we're cracking the computer locks on the hatch now. Our scans show we're pretty close to a turbolift; once we've got the door open, Ensign Bell will climb up to you with four pattern enhancers."
Ensign Bell's groan can be heard in the background.
"We've got another three we're keeping with the shuttle, just in case. Hatch is opening now, stand by."
Two minutes later, Lt. Quaen can hear very muffled thumping and an occasional clank coming from behind the closed doors of the turbolift. The extra load of four pattern enhancers has negated the possibility of stealth. The sounds come quite close, then cease. A light tap-tap follows from the inside of the turbolift doors.
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Beneath the suit, there might well be a small smile at Ensign Bell's audible misfortune over the comm, but there's no sign of it in her voice or otherwise when he finally arrives. She motions for her Trusty Redshirt to cover her while she lifts the panel outside the turbolift, looking for a short circuit for the doors...unfortunately, the nature of the foreign wiring gives her pause.
"Away team to Bridge," a resigned communication, "Would, ah, Subcommander t’Veras please advise on getting the turbo lift open." She focuses her helmet's camera to the organized Romulan panel before her.
"Away team to Bridge," a resigned communication, "Would, ah, Subcommander t’Veras please advise on getting the turbo lift open." She focuses her helmet's camera to the organized Romulan panel before her.
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Aurelia, who has been watching from her feeds this entire time, responds promptly and professionally. "Third button from your left, eighth button, first button on the next line. If that doesn't work or you get impatient, look below the console; there should be a bit of a hatch there. Pop it and yank on the first lever from the left. That'll pop the seal on the door and the automatic openers, and you should be able to open the lift manually."
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Following Aurelia's expert advice, the turbolift doors pop open an inch, and the redshirts are able to pry them open. They reveal a dusty and overburdened Ensign Bell in an EV suit, one arm hooked over the rung of the ladder he used to ascend. A redshirt assists him into the corridor and helps him unstrap the four pattern enhancers, which he is more than grateful to abandon.
"Ensign Bell, reporting," he says as he unfastens the last and places it against the wall. "I didn't see much of the place on the way up, sir, but no contact between here and there."
"Ensign Bell, reporting," he says as he unfastens the last and places it against the wall. "I didn't see much of the place on the way up, sir, but no contact between here and there."
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In the Vanguard sickbay where Dr. Tala and her staff are enjoying some premium roast coffee, the biobed monitor on the scow captain begins to beep a strident alarm. He jolts awake from a doze at the sound; the alarms temporarily cease, but he is unable to stay awake. His eyelids flutter closed once more and the beeping begins again.
In the Kihai infirmary where Amset and his redshirt guard are sealed in, an alarm on one of the diagnostic beds starts to chirp loudly, because Romulan medical alarms chirp instead of beep.
On the bridge of the Vanguard, the science officer is working industriously at her console. "Captain," she says in a guarded tone, "our sensors are detecting a pocket of odd shifting in the radiation currents around the planet. If I adjust the sensitivity of the forward array I might be able to track it."
The tactical officer at Lt. Quaen's former position jerks in surprise, his hands suddenly busier than the science officer's. "Captain, a ship just decloaked 1500 kilometers to port," he says tensely. "It's a warbird, D'Deridex class. They're raising shields, sir." His eyes stray to Aurelia suspiciously, but his console requires too much attention for him to indulge his stereotypes.
"Never mind," says the science officer in a small voice, her little mystery solved.
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In the Kihai infirmary where Amset and his redshirt guard are sealed in, an alarm on one of the diagnostic beds starts to chirp loudly, because Romulan medical alarms chirp instead of beep.
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On the bridge of the Vanguard, the science officer is working industriously at her console. "Captain," she says in a guarded tone, "our sensors are detecting a pocket of odd shifting in the radiation currents around the planet. If I adjust the sensitivity of the forward array I might be able to track it."
The tactical officer at Lt. Quaen's former position jerks in surprise, his hands suddenly busier than the science officer's. "Captain, a ship just decloaked 1500 kilometers to port," he says tensely. "It's a warbird, D'Deridex class. They're raising shields, sir." His eyes stray to Aurelia suspiciously, but his console requires too much attention for him to indulge his stereotypes.
"Never mind," says the science officer in a small voice, her little mystery solved.
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"Let the away team know we may have have a time crunch now." The captain clears his throat standing from his seat. His eyes fall onto Aurelia briefly as well, before he turns to the view screen, "Hail the D'Deridex."
Just a few seconds ago Thysa was enjoying a quiet sip of coffee, Now she is rushing across the room with a brand new stain on her uniform. The doctor pauses for a moment and subtly rubs her face with the back of her sleeve, somehow the sudden noise had made her jump so much that she'd spilled coffee up her nose. She moves over to the readout, looking across various monitors and attempting to discern the reason for the sudden alarm.
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Amset moves to stand beside the diagnostic bed, untroubled by the alarm. It inspects the information displayed on the readout.
Aurelia notes the tactical officer's suspicious eyes with an obvious little wave and roll of her eyes, and then she goes back to doing what she's doing on the console -- switching some of her monitors over to scan the D'Deridex for what kind, what IFF, etc., and opens her mouth to say something, but the Captain hails the ship... so she's moving back into support mode.
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Amset can determine from the medical readouts that this entity's vitals are now fading; this patient is about to die. The screen also displays the following information:
In the Vanguard's medical bay, the diagnostic bed continues to beep alarms. The grubby human scow captain's heart rate and breathing have fallen below safe limits and he has fallen unconscious. His breathing is not shallow or labored, just very slow. Neurological activity is also dropping.
An uncomfortable few seconds pass before the D'Deridex responds to the hail - long enough for Subcommander Aurelia to retrieve several key pieces of information about its armaments and origins.
The image of the D'Deridex bridge and its occupants appears on the viewscreen. If there were a polar opposite to the scow and her tattered crew, it is shown here in the crisp, severe atmosphere of a Romulan military vessel. They wear the uniforms of the Romulan Star Navy, not the Tal Shiar. The female commander is silver-haired, age lines etched near her eyes and mouth. She takes in the Vanguard bridge crew with mild interest. Her sharp eyes linger on Aurelia for a heartbeat, then settle on Captain Konieczko.
"I am Commander Llinea of the IRW Tagor Yhea. Does the Federation shuttle currently docked with the quarantined Warbird belong to you?" Her tone is reminiscent of a parent addressing a particularly tiresome child.
"Ensign Chexor to Away Team." The message comes through on Lt. Quaen's helmet transmitter. "We just got word from the Vanguard, sir. A Star Empire vessel just showed up; time could be more of a factor now."
NAME : UNKNOWN
SPECIES: FERENGI
NOTES:
Recovered from sickbay in disabled transport USS Vasiliki. Subject comatose. Will monitor. -DETAKA
Metabolic activity critically low. No antigen response because no pathogen present. -DETAKA
Stimulant therapy unsuccessful. - DETAKA
ATP booster unsuccessful. - DETAKA
--DETAKA unavailable - transferred to CH'ZIVEKH --
Adrenal therapy unsuccessful. - CH'ZIVEKH
--CH'ZIVEKH unavailable - transferred to VTT --
SPECIES: FERENGI
NOTES:
Recovered from sickbay in disabled transport USS Vasiliki. Subject comatose. Will monitor. -DETAKA
Metabolic activity critically low. No antigen response because no pathogen present. -DETAKA
Stimulant therapy unsuccessful. - DETAKA
ATP booster unsuccessful. - DETAKA
--DETAKA unavailable - transferred to CH'ZIVEKH --
Adrenal therapy unsuccessful. - CH'ZIVEKH
--CH'ZIVEKH unavailable - transferred to VTT --
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In the Vanguard's medical bay, the diagnostic bed continues to beep alarms. The grubby human scow captain's heart rate and breathing have fallen below safe limits and he has fallen unconscious. His breathing is not shallow or labored, just very slow. Neurological activity is also dropping.
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An uncomfortable few seconds pass before the D'Deridex responds to the hail - long enough for Subcommander Aurelia to retrieve several key pieces of information about its armaments and origins.
The image of the D'Deridex bridge and its occupants appears on the viewscreen. If there were a polar opposite to the scow and her tattered crew, it is shown here in the crisp, severe atmosphere of a Romulan military vessel. They wear the uniforms of the Romulan Star Navy, not the Tal Shiar. The female commander is silver-haired, age lines etched near her eyes and mouth. She takes in the Vanguard bridge crew with mild interest. Her sharp eyes linger on Aurelia for a heartbeat, then settle on Captain Konieczko.
"I am Commander Llinea of the IRW Tagor Yhea. Does the Federation shuttle currently docked with the quarantined Warbird belong to you?" Her tone is reminiscent of a parent addressing a particularly tiresome child.
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"Ensign Chexor to Away Team." The message comes through on Lt. Quaen's helmet transmitter. "We just got word from the Vanguard, sir. A Star Empire vessel just showed up; time could be more of a factor now."
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Konie's eyes size up the Romulan commander on his screen, "I am Captain Konieczko, U.S.S. Vanguard. The shuttle does belong to me, and I've got several members of my crew aboard the ship. We received a distress call from the warbird and are here to see to it. What can we do for you?"
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The Romulan Commander's head tilts a little, as if she can't quite believe her pointy ears, but she keeps her poker face. "You are well out of your home territory, Captain," she observes, and her eyes bore into Aurelia. "Your decorative rebel even more so. Subcommander," she addresses Aurelia. "Are you familiar with the penalty for violating an imperial quarantine?"
"I am familiar with the Imperial tendency to induce quarantines ex post facto to establish a tactical advantage that otherwise doesn't exist," Aurelia says, calmly, eyeing the Romulan Commander with a bit of distaste. "We are on a humanitarian mission to assist the warbird. I am sure you are here to do the same."
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"In a manner of speaking." Commander Llinea returns her attention to Captain Konieczko. "Have you beamed anything aboard from the contaminated ship, Captain?"
The captain nods his approval to Aurelia's choice of words before looking back to commander. "We've beamed several scavengers who were unaware of the conditions on the warbird to a quarantined area on our ship to establish if they're carrying anything." He perks his brow, "if you know exactly what we should be searching for it may speed up the process. We're only here to help the situation."
Commander Llinea's brow creases slightly, as if she finds such overt honesty troubling. "The warbird's crew has been disabled by a contagious disease. For my ship, further information is irrelevant to the situation at hand. You say you're here to help the situation." She leans forward an inch. "I am here to resolve it. This disease will not spread further than the ships it has already contaminated."
The Commander leans back in her seat. "I wish you luck and speed, Captain. Effect a cure, if you can. You have three hours."
Her eyes flick to the side and the screen goes dark.
The Commander leans back in her seat. "I wish you luck and speed, Captain. Effect a cure, if you can. You have three hours."
Her eyes flick to the side and the screen goes dark.
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