Posted by Cadet Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Nijix Tavium (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Main Sim - Sickbay
Posted by… suppressed (8) by the Post Ghost! 👻
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Wiles did not attempt to move from his perch on the edge of the biobed as Nijix guarded him, but the tenseness of the muscles in his neck gave the distinct impression that Cadet osten was extremely close to lunging at Lieutenant Commander Korczak.

Reconvening with the Doctor, Rivera went over briefly the scans he had taken of the assembled crew. The concern once filling his gaze has been eradicated by the reassurance of their scans.

“I think a quick decontamination should do it, Doc.” He said, gesturing to the tricorder in his hand.

“I agree.” Torrirs turned to the crew, “Listen up!” They yelled, their voice hoarse from barking orders at their passing medical staff. “It looks like the lot of you are clear, aside from a few spores here and there. So, we’re going to get you through a decontamination spray and then you’re off!

“Please grab a glass of water–hydrate or dydrate!” Although it sounded mocking, there was no amusement behind their voice. “Food and rest! I understand you have duties, but your health comes first. Now, please follow Dr. Rivera to decontamination and stay clear of my sickbay for as long as possible!”

Without further word, Torrirs directed their attention to Richards, peeling and cutting away the material of his uniform to uncover the infected areas of his skin. There was no chance of reversing the necrosis, not that they could tell, so debridement seemed their best option. “I need anaesthesia on hand!” In case Richards came to, they wanted to be prepared to keep him as still (and comfortable) as possible.

Dr. Torrirs
CMO

“You heard the doc,” Max said grabbing a glass of water, “drink up!” Max chugged the glass before he followed Rivera towards the decon unit.

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Catt’s comments prompted a snarl from Wiles in her direction, distracting him momentarily from the ship’s counselor. His eyes then darted around the sick bay from person to person as they were disinfected and released. He watched each of them leave intently… happy to see them go.

As the sickbay cleared out of most non-medical officers, Wiles was emboldened once again. He slipped out of Nijix’s reach and jumped down off the biobed, taking a step toward Korczak menacingly. His body twisted as he started to approach, as if slinking towards prey. “So easily distracted from your line of questioning, interrogator? I didn’t realize one little insult would derail a FedSec officer so quickly. Perhaps another hint as to why you were outcast to a ship like this? You couldn’t cut it as an interrogator and now everyone knows you can’t pull your weight as a counselor either. What’s the next step in the demotion chain, hmm?” He grinned as he spoke, taking some kind of venomous pleasure in attempting to intimidate the other man.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Korczac didn’t flinch or react to the tirade emanating form the Cadet. He simply looked at him and raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face asking simply “Are you done?”

Catt wrapped up her scans filed the results sending copies to medical, and sciences she had the NE Riviera scan her as soon as possible and was into the decontamination as fast as a Caitain can bolt. As her fur had greater risk of holding contaminants than skin did she stripped and discarded the uniform she wasn’t body shy anyways, and in any case her fur would hide the gender specific bits anyways. She noticed Osten glaring at her and felt the fear well up again, she borrowed a lab robe from a storage bin and covered herself. Holding it closed she kept as fzr from Osten as was possible as she headed for the exit. She was just about out the door when osten broke free of Lt Tavium and confronted The Councilor. Her panic burned away at that moment. So she snarled her ears going flat her large eyes half lidded and claws out, the robe falling open as she advanced one step in front of The councilor and growled, “Your a disgrace to the service Osten! A vile perverted bastard. Drugged or not you revealed your true self. Your finished!” Contempt dripped from every word. All her instincts screamed at her to attack. Not to let him get the first strike. But she didn’t. She knew she didn’t have to. She could rely on Lt. Tavium and The XO. But if he did take the bait She was ready her claws the visible threat. But her martial art primarily used kicks and Osten would get a kick to his nards that would lift him off the deck if he attacked her.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.
Ooc: My previous post was in a split so taking the chance to be a bit more dramatic. Hope it’s not a issue.

Cadet Osten stopped his advance as Catt confronted him. He looked at her, smirked, and then started to laugh. A snicker at first, then a full-body chuckle as Wiles laughed right in her face. His eyes teared up as he looked Catt over, beside himself from the ridiculous sight in front of him. Wiles figured the most potent form of attack against his fellow cadet would be humiliation.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

OOC: As I tried to make clear in my previous post, Wiles wouldn’t have made his aggressive move towards Korczak until most everyone had left the sickbay. It sounded as if Lillian and Catt were leaving, and potentially Harkness as well if I hadn’t misread. I was under the impression that only sick-bay staff, Nijix, Korczak, and Richards were left at the point in time when the last section of my last post occurred. I did take Catt’s split-thread post into account when writing my last post, so changing things in that post does make things a lot different than I had planned. But I suppose I can roll with the punches.

Catt’s attack was not unexpected. Cadet Osten had seen her claws drawn and had expected that his taunt would cause her to lash out. She obviously wanted a fight. Besides, Wiles had already been kicked by Catt once before that day, and therefore knew to be wary of future attacks. His laughing was largely a ruse, so it did not actually distract him from noticing her aggressive forward movement. Wiles danced backwards and out of the way, avoiding her kick to his nether regions. He smirked as he did so.

OOC: Comments have been made about me by this player OOC in this thread and in the STF Discord that I find extremely inappropriate, dictating both how my character should act and how I should act as a player in response to these public insults. I do not find it acceptable to be talked down to, talked about in a negative way in a public forum without notifying me so I can respond, or to have words or feelings put into my mouth. For this reason, I am IC and OOC disengaging from this character interaction until such a time that I feel comfortable interacting with this player again. I reserve the right from this point forward to not respond or deflect IC interactions between these two characters.

“Cadet Bennet!” Max raised his voice from the door where he was about to head out after the decontamination process. “With me! And stop antagonizing Cadet Osten.”

As he waited for Catt to join him Max looked at Nijix. “Keep an eye on him. I don’t want what happened on the freighter to happen here on the Challenger.”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

OOC:Posting in GM’s post.
IC:
As the ruction and row began between Bennet and Osten, all heck broke lose. Some how through all the sedation, Richard’s eyes sprang wide open, whites having turned black with infection. Leaping forward the man grabbed at Torrirs and sunk his teeth deep into her skin where the shoulder meets the neck

“A plague a’ your house!” He cried, having apparently read his Shakespeare that morning, before he charged towards the door of sick bay and the rest of the ship, arms flailing like a mad man as he ran.

GM Wombat

“Oh!” Torrirs screeched, flinging the scalpel to the ground. Brushing their fingers along the nape of their neck, they met warmth. Blood. It burned. There was no time to panic, the cadet was already on the move.

“Richards!” They reached out, but they weren’t quick enough. “Harkness! Bennett–! Someone grab him!” They were among those closest to the door, and Torrirs prayed one of them heard their call.

Dr. Torrirs, CMO

“Shoot!” Max said as he ran after Richards.

=^= This is Commander Harkness. Seal off the deck 6. I need a containment team, NE Richards has escaped our isolation. =^=

“Richards, come back! We need to help you.”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

As Richards bolted out the door, followed by the XO and several members of the Medical team, Korczak kept his eye on Osten. Shaking his head, his arms crossed across his chest and an air about him as if the chaos surrounding the immediate vicinity swept past him as a soft breeze in springtime, he said simply “Back on the bed, Cadet. It would be unbecoming for both of us if I had to make you.” There was a subtle shift in his demeanor, a look in his eyes that seemed out of place on the plain little man’s average face. A look that seemed almost… dangerous. “Now, Cadet. That’s an order.”

Korczak, CNS

OOC: Think Nijix has hit her limit with this, lol. Since everyone’s assuming Richards escaped and I didn’t have a chance to react with my character, this makes my reply easier at least. Apologies for her reaction.

OOC: Think Nijix has hit her limit with this, lol. Since everyone’s assuming Richards escaped and I didn’t have a chance to react with my character, this makes my reply easier at least.

IC: Nijix had been about to answer Commander Harkness when Richard attacked Torrirs then broke into a run for the door. On impulse, her eyes jerked to her discarded weapon. It was still where she put it and untouched. She rushed for it then double-checked it was on the stunning setting.

As the others rushed out the door, she followed.

“Stay clear,’ Nijix barked as she shifted to the front of the group.

She couldn’t allow him to contaminate the whole ship and there was only one way to bring him down quickly. Action first, forgiveness later.

Her hand pulled up her weapon and aimed for the man’s back before he darted out of her range. A thumb pushed the button sending a shot at her target, unsure if it would hit or not. With her skills in shooting, she should manage not hit any innocent bystander even if she missed.

For additional precaution, she had begun to order Security teams to begin clearing and blocking hallways from the sickbay. If they spotted Richards, they had orders to stun him and detain anyone he came into direct contact with. Under no conditions were they allowed to make direct contact with him.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Wiles was surprised that counselor Korczak did not seem distracted by the sudden commotion around them. Nijix had run off to catch the escaping cadet, so Wiles was no longer guarded. With a twinkle in his eye, Osten did back up until his knees hit the bed, but he proceeded to vault over it and frantically scan the room for any of the phasers they had brought back with them that still needed to be decontaminated. If Osten could spot one, he’d scramble to run across the room and grab it, spinning to point it threateningly at anyone who might approach.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Korczak for his part simply looked at a finger nail and appeared to clear a bit of something from it with his thumb. “There are weapons a plenty around, Cadet. But that thing was powered off during transport. Standard protocol, as you should know. But I hope that somehow you can see fit to take a seat.” he said, nonplussed by the Cadet’s behavior. Seeing that he was still in the throws of the contagion, Korczak was hesitant to resort to physical force. But he did look at two of the Medical NE’s and motion them to cut off Osten’s escape avenue. He looked Osten in the eyes and said very firmly “Wiles. Focus. Use your training. Concentrate. What you are feeling is due to your exposure to the infection. LIsten to me, Cadet. You have to beat this long enough to get on the bed. Listen to me, focus, and try to concentrate.” and his crossed arms dropped and he crossed his arms behind his back. “Get. On. The. Bed.”

Korczak, CNS