Posted by Commander Aaron Foley (Executive Officer) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet Johnathan Baptiste (Doctor) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim
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P’Mala Dawes took the hypospray from Baptiste and injected it into her arm.

“I needed that,” she murmered. “Thanks.”

Taya considered Baptiste’s suggestion. “Since we’re dealing with tachyons, and since I wasn’t in the blast radius when the bottle exploded, I think I should wait until the science people get here.” She had no desire to become nauseated or invisible.

Cadet Taya Lenwa - Security

“Aah,” she said–with the immediate pain relief of the hypospray, P’Mala felt the nausea and foggiest seep into her head.

“I believe I’m experiencing a concussion,” she admitted. “Taya, if you’re not contaminated, it’s best you stay that way.”

Despite her injury,, P’Mala wanted to look up the owner of the crate and its contents in the manifest before Science arrived. Not knowing how long Morton would remain stable–as a doctor, the not knowing was what made her most uncomfortable.

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Cadet Baptiste nodded at Cadet Lenwa in acknowledgement of what she said “Well at least allow me to give you a hypospray of Chronexaline and Hyronalin, actually all four of you, to help minimize the affects of the tetryon radiation, as the longer we stay here the greater the spread and exposure to it. Ensign Morton I will toss you the hypo and you just need to inject it where you can, you definitely need the medication to help with the reduction of cellular disruption, sir.” He then tossed the hypo to the Ensign. In a low murmur he said to Cadet Dawes “I am not sure how much help it will have for him, 50/50 best guess, God only knows how much tetryon radiation he has been exposed to and who knows what else, but I am almost positive it will not hurt him and should buy us some time to help him.” Then turning about and out loud asked “So do you want me to give you those hypos or do you just want to evacuate the Cargo Bay like everyone else? I can stay behind until the Hazmat and medical teams arrive and monitor Ensign Morton.” Cadet Baptiste felt more in control, despite the dizziness and nausea, after all this was one of his specialties, emergency medicine, if only he could have some Nina Simone or Norma Tanega playing in the background, like he did when performing surgery.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

It was fortunate for Baptiste that Morton had pretty good reflexes and could catch the incoming hypo with his one free arm. “You better hope I know how to use this properly,” Morton said, attempting a bit of levity despite the fact that he was visibly terrified. A hiss against his neck and Morton dropped the hypo to the deck where it could be retrieved by others.

~Mischief Maker

“Good catch sir. I know you know how to use a hypospray as it is part of Star Fleets training that everyone go through first aid/responder course once a year.” Replied Cadet Baptiste with a smile “It would be a hell of a time to have to give you a refresher course.” With that Cadet Baptiste hit his comm badge =^= Bridge please advise medical that Ensign Morton has self-administered one hypospray of Chronexaline and Hyronalin. Myself and Cadet Dawes continue to monitor his condition. =^= With that quick report he looked at Cadet Dawes “May I have the Tricorder for a minute. I want Cadet Brin to show me the crate, so I may take some readings. Take these two hyposprays of Chronexaline and Hyronalin; I recommend you give yourself and Cadet Lenwa give yourselves a dosage. I will treat Cadet Brin and myself.” I pray to God Cadet Dawes forgets that emergency medicl kits only have four doses of Chronexaline and Hyronalin Cadet Baptiste thought to himself.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

P’Mala handed Cadet Baptiste the tricorder and took only one dosage of the chronexaline and hyroalin.

“Johnathan, Cadet Lenwa was not in the blast range,” she said. “And help is on the way. As someone who was in the blast’s immediate range, it is only logical that the remaining doses go to those who need them–namely us. We can only provide further care to the others if we’re well first.”

For added effect, she injected herself with the dosages.

“Now, we need to lock the crate in a containment field. You take care of yourself and Brin.”

She retrieved a PADD, and began searching for a crate of similar-looking bottles.

“Lenwe, do you know how to set up a containment field?” P’Mala asked, turning her head. “I’m afraid that I’m not remembering how.”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Cadet Baptiste smiled as he took the tricorder “I do not know much about tetryon radiation, or radiation in general, other than how to treat it; but I do know one thing: it does not stay stationary. In fact as we speak the radius of exposure potential is increasing exponentially; therefore it behooves us to take a dosage of Chronexaline and Hyronalin.” With that statement Cadet Baptiste spun and injected Cadet Brin Hadley with a hypospray. He then reached into the emergency med kit and concealing what he was doing drew up a hypospray of Adrenaline (an old way to treat radiation poisoning) and Meclizine (for the nausea and dizziness he was experiencing) and quickly injected himself. Wow, what a rush, he thought to himself as the medication coursed through his body. “There I have taken my dosage, now that leaves only Cadet Lenwa, your choice,” he stated holding up the hypospray of Chronexaline and Hyronalin, “take the hypospray or risk getting a serious case of radiation poisoning, specifically tetryon radiation.”

=^= Understood Ensign. Keep us in the loop on your status. =^=

Cmdr. Foley - XO (crosspost)

“Here, I’ll show you the crate,” Hedley said, moving off to the corner of the cargo bay, behind large stacks of cargo.

“Right behind you, Hedley,” P’Mala said, following the cadet to the corner of the bay. “It’ll be nice to get some answers.”

Meanwhile, Morton was watching and listening everything going on around him. His upper body began to sway slightly and he closed his eyes. “Start-starting to feel a little dizzy. Good thing I haven’t had lunch yet.”

~Mischief Maker

Well I am feeling much better with that kick of Adrenaline and Meclizine. My dizziness is gone, nausea is still there but manageable. thought Cadet Baptiste. Just as he was going to follow Cadet Hadley to the crate with the bottles, he heard Ensign Morton state “Start-starting to feel a little dizzy. Good thing I haven’t had lunch yet.” Just great thought Cadet Baptiste as he took the tricorder and scanned Ensign Morton “Well sir, I can provide you a hypo of Meclizine. It should help with the dizziness.” Cadet Baptiste stated, as he glanced down at the tricorder readings. What the hell is taking the Hazmat and medical teams so long getting here he thought to himself.

Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

“What will the Meclizine do? What happens if I pass out?” Albert said, his eyes widening. He couldn’t do more than fall over and hang there given, well, the rest of him was missing.

“Meclizine is used to prevent and treat nausea, vomiting, and dizziness. It may also be used to reduce dizziness and loss of balance, also known as vertigo, sir.”

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

“Brin, do you remember anything unusual that happened before everything popped off?” Dawes called to the cadet.

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Cadet Baptiste was relieved, Finally someone was acting responsible and securing and investigating that damn crate. he thought. He hit his com badge =^=Bridge what is the ETA on the Hazmat and Medical teams? Ensign Morton’s symptoms appear to be increasing, he is complaining of dizziness, I am about to provide him with a hypo of Meclizine. =^= With that Cadet Baptiste reached into the emergency med kit to draw up a hypo of Meclizine.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

Brin frowned, trying to recall. The smell of rotting strawberries was still pervasive but starting to dissipate, so she pushed it out of her mind and thought hard. “Not really. I felt a little dizzy right before the blast but that was after I watched the bottle hit his foot.”

P’Mala stored that thought away. Dizzy, she thought, trying to glean all the information she could from Brin Hedley, who still seemed a little disoriented.

The crate in question was wooden (in sharp contrast to the sturdy containers in the rest of the cargo bay) and had a handle rising from the middle. There were open sections with five bottles, and one empty one where Brin had pulled the bottle from. She eyed it warily but also with great curiosity. “I thought it was just some senior officer stashing booze somewhere. You know how things go.”

P’Mala nodded–senior staff usually had at least one booze hound or someone who couldn’t stand the synthohol popular with the Federation.

She looked over the crate. No evidence of a shipping tag (unless she was missing something). P’Mala took out her tricorder and began scanning as Brin approached the thing.

She kept her distance but crouched down, tilting her head back and forth. “Do you think any of the others have… whatever that was, in them?” There was no obvious liquid lines that she could see but that didn’t mean much given the bottles were a very dark brown and the goo had been dark as well.

~Mischief Maker

“It’s very possible,” P’Mala said. Her tricorder was still scanning. “That, or something else–either way is no good to me. Maybe we can figure out what’s going on here before senior staff shows up.”

She attempted a half smile.

“Johnathan,” she called. “I think we found it.”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Cadet Baptiste, still drawing up the hypo of Meclizine asked “Any kind of markings on that crate? What kind of readings you getting from it?” Hypo drawn up he asked Ensign Morton “Well sir, want to take this hypo? It should help with the dizziness and nausea. You can trust me, after all I am a Star Fleet Academy trained Doctor” he said with a smile.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

=^= Hazmat team is 2 minutes out cadet,=^= came back through Cadet Baptiste’s commbadge.

As if on cue a team of 4 came jogging into the cargo bay, dressed in their special EV suits. Another team was back at the doors to the cargo bay setting up a secondary air lock around the entrance. As the team spread out, one came running over towards the cadets.

“Alright, what exactly happened cadets?”

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P’Mala Dawes pointed toward Baptiste and Ensign Morton. “We have an emergency situation over there. Glass bottle burst… Morton, just look at him. Tachyon radiation, a rotting smell.”

She felt a little panic in her chest. “Some of us have symptoms of concussion. But we think we’ve located–we’re 99% sure we’ve located where the bottles came from.”

Now that help had arrived, she felt herself slipping. Like she could use some care herself. But she had to maintain decorum. She wasn’t just some medical student anymore. She straightened herself. The tricorder in her hand blooped.

“I’ve been scanning the crate for any information. I think the other cadets may have a better time explaining things right now,” she said, apologetically. “I hit my head pretty hard.”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes