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Posted June 25, 2019, 8:32 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Cadet Lillian Anderson (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Cadet Lillian Anderson (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Cadet Catt Beñnet (Scientist) in Main Sim - Sickbay
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IC: Nijix felt a bit guilty. She hadn’t meant to make the Cadet feel ashamed about her reaction, but it was too late. Any words she said, she assumed would be on deaf ears. She made a note to call the feline Cadet to her office and talk with her after this was all over.

She checked on Osten again when she noticed his shivering had increased. Her hand snatched an extra tricorder and began to scan his system for answers. She mentally thanked her past life as a medical officer and her drive for answers.

As the conversation occurred between others, Nijix’s voice spoke out.

“While we’re talking about how to help them, can we do what we can for the injured? Osten’s condition has gotten worse. His fever is spiking now.”

She didn’t think it was necessary to tell anyone what happened to the brain under a high fever for a long time. Her eyes glanced over to Richards to spot the signs of puss and discoloration of necrotic tissue.

“Kiernan, 200mg of naproxen for Osten, pronto!” Torrirs called out to another cadet, waving them towards Osten to start treatment. “Run another scan on him. I want to know everything that’s happening.”

“And Richard’s wound is oozing puss and going necrotic. Someone needs to get a sample and examine it. It might give us some information.”

With caution, she began to slide her arm underneath Osten’s and pull him to the nearest biobed. If he resisted at all or showed worsening, she would stop immediately. If he didn’t, then she would’ve moved him onto the bed and stepped back to let the medical officers take over. With two suffering patients and the samples, Nijix hoped they could unravel the mystery.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

“Everyone who isn’t Osten, Nijix or Richards.. please get calmly see to Doctor Rivera; he will scan each of you and confirm you are not infected.” Obiah turned, surveying the group. “Lt. T’Kam, do you mind assisting me gathering a sample off of Richards’? The necrotic tissue needs to be removed, the puss cleared out so the wound can be sealed. However much you need is yours.”

“Nijix,” Torrirs shifted their attention to the CoS. “You’re doing great. Whatever you can do to keep him calm will help us a lot. We’re not yet sure what is going on, but we’ll treat what we do understand until science analyses the samples.”

Nodding to her, Obiah left to retrieve surgical equipment to begin removing the necrotic tissue. Once tissue went necrotic, they knew it futile to try and save it–but they could stop it from spreading and that’s what they planned to do.

Dr. Torrirs, CMO

Cadet Osten had certainly declined quickly. He was nonverbal now, consumed by the fever and chills. He was unnaturally sweaty, and Nijix’s arm would likely become damp from reaching underneath him. Wiles’ golden uniform started to turn a few shades darker where it was touched as the moisture soaked through. His hair clung to his forehead in dark streaks, contrasting its usual light poofiness.

Wiles did not resist Leuitenant Tavium as she brought him to the biobed, but he was almost dead weight, having become weak and lightheaded in the process of rising up from the floor. Eventually, though, Wiles was seated on the biobed, where he struggled to keep himself upright but resisted laying down.

As Cadet Kiernan approached with the hypospray of 200mg of naproxen, Cadet Osten stiffened and leaned backwards. If the other cadet did not take the hint and got too close to Osten, he would pitch forward and swing at Kiernan, attempting to fight the doctor off and potentially sending himself tumbling off of the edge of the biobed in the process.

Perhaps Nijix or others that were watching him closely could tell that Osten was in a pretty severe “fight” mode. However, he was choosing these fights carefully. Cadets Bennet, Kiernan, and Richards (all of whom he had acted aggressively towards) did not share a few key traits with Commander Harkness or Lieutenant Tavium (who Osten had seemed to avoid confrontation with).

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“Alright boys and girls, you heard the doc. Let’s give them room to work, while the rest of us get checked out,” he said as he motioned to the rest of the away team to move towards the other side of the quarantine area. He kept a wary eye on Osten, he was not in a good spot.

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Lillian made her way to Doctor Rivera and joined the line beside there other members of the team waiting for scans.

Korczak noted the XO’s look toward Cadet Osten and simply moved toward the young man, keeping a healthy distance. Crossing his hands behind his back, he stood and looked at Osten and said in his typical calm and flat manner “Hello, Cadet. I understand there were some unexpected complications you ran into with your team, and I know you are not feeling well right now. I’m sure that the Medical staff has you in good hands, though. Would you mind talking with me for a moment while you rest?” Korczak was well aware of the Cadet’s tendency towards introspection and his tendency to defer to others in a group, so he added “Sometimes I find it best to discuss such matters with those who are the most keen observers first, before I delve into what happened with others.”

Korczak, CNS

Scanned the vegitation she had with a tricorder and fed the data directly into the computer to do a series of standard tests that were manditory. She scanned them again with more specialized equipment looking for unusual elements. Potential chemicals that had hallucigenic or psychological effects. And finally looked for any contagions that might explain NE Richards festering wound. That Osten did not show any such signs of visible necrotic flesh didn’t seem normal. But Osten’s wound had been treared imediately. And Richards wound had went untreated while the Transporter operator had waylaid them long enough to lecture them in the transporter room. She forwarded her results to the doctor and Lt. Tam. She didn’t have the actual wound causing thorn or projectile and her encounter hadn’t manifested any signs of the infection that Osten and Richards suffered. Only her reaction to choking and that was a factor she considered unrelated to the issue at hand. She added as a header that the anaylisis she made was only to form a baseline for what was growing out of control on the Potterfield. That and new away team should wear full EVA suits and be aware of hostiles likely members of the crew of the Potterfield who were infected by the same infection that rendered Osten hostile and NE Richards unconcious. Doing all this kept her to busy to give into her panic. And being as short as she was kept her out of sight of Osten. Once the scanning was done she isolated part of both samples and putting them into a petridish set them into a incubator. What was left she resealed and placed into a stasis container. Almost as a after thought she ran a comparrison analysis of what she had against the Potterfields cargo manifest to see what it might be or discover if it was some unknown.
“Plants don’t normally use projectiles. There are exceptions of course. “, she muttered as she worked.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences

OOC: Merging threads cause I caused a split

A list of several things that happened all at once, broken down to succinct paragraphs:

Osten continued to deteriorate becoming more and more aggressive, but the medicine seemed to slow the fever somewhat. Richard’s on the other hand seemed to only be getting worse, the flesh around the wound growing blackish purple and his eyes starting to white over. He was changing, slowly, but something was affecting his whole body.

Everyone else would prove to be clean. A few pollen and micro spores but nothing that couldn’t be washed out with a quick decontamination spray.

The science results came back with foreign compounds. Lots and lots of bacteria related to other types found on other planets but nothing was a perfect match. Same with the blood samples from Osten.

GM Wombat

“So Doctor. Are we clear? I’d like to get out of your way and get back to the ship to see if we can find out what happened.” Max was getting a bit anxious, there was a lot of work to do, and they were still trapped in isolation.

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Nijix struggled to place Osten on the biobed. Her arm wrapped about his torso and her uniform soaked with his sweat, ignoring it for now. It wasn’t the first time or last time she stank from the job. As Torrirs barked out orders to get people moving, the CMO’s attention turned to her. By now, Nijix had gotten the Cadet up onto the bed but he refused to lay down. She nodded in understanding at her fellow officer’s words.

“I’ll try my best, doc,” Nijix replied in earnest.

She noticed Osten’s reaction to Kiernan. It was a hint to a violent reaction if she left it unchecked. Her hand rested on his shoulder while she gestured for Kiernan to hand her the hypospray. If or when it was passed to her, she then looked back at her Cadet.

“Cadet, I’m going to give you something for the fever. Your condition is worsening and this will help ease it. Will you let me do this without a fight?” she waited for his reply, letting him feel in control.

If he resisted, she would make one last urge before considering the last option. Forcing it on him.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Cadet Osten eyed Lieutenant Tavium warily for a second, glancing at the hypospray in her hand. Then Wiles abruptly reached out to snatch the device from Tavium, and if successful would quickly administer the medicine to his own neck. It seems he needed even more control than what she had already allowed him.

Wiles slumped forward for a moment as the naproxen ran through him, helping his fever a bit, at least allowing him to appear more cognizant when he opened his eyes again. His gaze met Leutinant Commander Korczak’s.

“My keen observation, counselor,” Wiles snarled through gritted teeth, “is that you are a useless waste of space that Starfleet Command obviously buried on this ship of incompetent backwash crew to ensure that your utter lack of approachability, relatability, and sociability doesn’t cause a massive morale nosedive on starship that actually matters.” He would spit in Korczak’s direction, eyes burning with a misplaced aggression.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Lillian was really shocked when the cadet Osten spoke to a superior officer in such a way and then she processed what he had said. It was no secret that she herself did not like councillors but really there was no need for that kind of talk. Lillian wonded how much of what he said was the illness and how much was his own thoughts and feeling.

Korczak looked at Osten and a very uncharacteristic smile played across his features momentarily. Taking off his glasses, he pulled a small cloth from his pocket and began wiping the lenses. “You know, Cadet… I have a feeling that at a point in the very near future you are going to be quite embarrassed at that particular choice of words. But I assure you, I won’t hold a grudge. Your shipmates may have a bit less understanding at being called ‘backwash’, but that will be up to you to deal with.” Tucking the glasses in a case as he spoke, he slid it into the same pocket with the cloth. He then looked at Osten, his face the calm and expressionless mask it typically was.

Catt’s ears lifted and adjusted to face Osten as the man apparently revived enough to utter vile slanders at the CNS. She peered over the equipment she had been mostly hidden behind. Her tail had been quiting down but Osten’s hostility set it whipping about again,
“I am not sure if it’s the metal toxicity or the bacterial soup from at least six worlds or both that is causing the fever on Osten. But Richards used the standard med kit sterilzation packet on him and that mostly stopped the rapid growth. Leaving his latent bigotry and metal toxicity as potential causes for his behavior. Of course I’m a xenobiologist not a doctor.” , Catt had no illusions that her trying to help might be taken well by Osten and her speaking up likey would set him off again. But if he did break loose and come at her she wasn’t going to be defenceless and have her back to him this time, and she admitted to herself. She did want some payback.
Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences

Lillian was waiting to be scan when she decided to ask so questions
“Doc how long this like to take i like to go report what happened over there”
Lillian always hated standing still it was a waste of time but she knew she could not go anywhere till she was cleared for duty.
It was hard to know what to do she was trained but this was a bit out of the boring day to day stuff that happened on starship. people alway thought this stuff happened every day but really its rear on starships we it was on all the one her family had been on well apart for the war.
“Sir” she look at Commander Harkness ” do you want me to report to the bridge once or should i say if i am cleared”

Lillian if cleared will leave to report to bridge if told too.

Lillian Anderson Security Cadet
Edit just adding in above.

Korczak, CNS


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