Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Carraya IV, Clinic- Main Sim

Posted by Civilian Melaia Reez (Scientist) in Carraya IV, Clinic- Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) in Carraya IV, Clinic- Main Sim
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What only the psi-positive crew and those keenly attuned to pay attention to tone and body language would have picked up what Mel had from Xerdosa. Under the authority and calm was a frustration that was easily provoked, as evidence by her reaction to Drake’s comments. Her impression so far was that Bosede was a no-nonsense woman who commanded attention easily. But right now she was exhausted. It prompted Reez to move a bit closer to stand near Willow and whisper. “I haven’t seen conditions like this since the war.” Lots of people dealt with extenuating circumstances in their careers, but those that served in the war or served in front line situations like this experienced a level of peril and distress that could often be trauma inducing. While it was alarming to see, Melaia knew enough to know she could be useful on more than just the scientific side.

~Melaia Reez, Sciences

Willow’s expression was grim. She nodded her head once in response to Mel. Considering Drakes clear desire for excitement she had to send him back. “Pilar, Doctor Marshall. Head back and liase with Doctor Rinne, get the information and then coordinate with commander walker. Contact me before any transportation takes place.” She looked at Ally, “Doctor Scott you can either go with them if you wish or come with us to the camp.”

Willow Taylor
CO

“I would rather stay here Captain,” Ally said but then gave Willlow a perplexed look. “Captain,” she asked looking around. “Why don’t we just bring down the modules instead of transferring people to the Ogawa? The medical modules are designed to provide on-site laboratory testing in quarantined areas and self-sustaining field hospital kits. They can be erected in minutes and each comes with a self-contained generator and emergency replicator. That would solve the sanitation issues, power, and nutrition issues until the engineers can help erect new emergency shelters or fix the damage here. I’m not an engineer but if we can plug a hole in a ship if it is stacked in ten seconds flat why can we just do that here?”

Lt. Ally Scott. Medical.

Willow turned to look at Ally a moment. “I’d dearly love to, it would take out the middle man as it were but the reality is we haven’t got the room to land the standard mission modules and those we are hosting in the cargo bay are specifically set by Starfleet Command for the new hospital in that they ARE going to be the new hospital. But first we need to get rid of what is currently here and try to move the camp if we can to clear space. Once we have that we can start construction on the hospital. For now the Ogawa is going to have to serve it’s other fiction and more or less evacuate these people so we can start building their future.”

“I’ll come along and check out the camp conditions” Rico said, hanging near the back of the group as so far he had little to do by way of the medical situation and had been observing what he needed to. The fact that the main computer was down along with force fields concerned him, but not for any medical reasons. He glanced at Ally who was with the main group then looked back at the makeshift conditions the personnel here were working in, it was a far cry from the Ogawa for sure, closer to what they had seen on Orion in fact.

Lt Vanhall, CoS

Ally pulled out her PaDD and began to type a message. To all around her it would look as if she was writing something official. Her message was far from that. ”Rico…back me up here. Did we not learn something about Helping refugees during the whole let’s perform major surgery using only half of Reez’s clothes and a butter knife at that dinner. I mean sheesh. Let’s roll out the red carpet and serve hor’s doeuves with this group to make their hostile take over easier if that is something even one of them could be planning. I know they need our help but maybe we should bring the help to them so back me up about the dang modules chief,” Ally typed out surreptitiously.

Lt. Ally Scott. Medical.

Rico was standing and looking critically at how close the tree line was to the camp and judging Security response times when his own PaDD suddenly beeped. And it wasn’t just any beep, it was a series of customized Photon Torpedo sounds followed by the words Target Destroyed Captain denoting a message from only one person that he assigned that particular sound set to.

“Uh, excuse me a moment” Rico said with a glance at the others, and a short but lingering glance at Ally, “It’s likely the, uh, report I asked for about topographic features near the camp and thermal vents that might cause an issue with scanners.” Bringing up the message, he quickly read it and then made sure he looked like he was considering something deeply before looking back to the others. In reality, he only had one correct choice if he knew what was good for him. “I agree the Modules are perfect for what we need, especially delicate cases can still be taken to the Ogawa, but the modules will give our team much more ability to respond to issues faster as well as a central point I can focus my Security measures around.” With a glance to Ally, he sent her a small smile and a wink, and a small love heart as a reply to her message.

Lt Vanhall, CoS

“If only we had the room for them.” Willow stated again looking between the two with a raised eyebrow.

Willow Taylor
CO

The Captain wasn’t the only one who caught the exchange between Rico and Ally. Her brow furrowed a bit, thinking a wink was terribly unprofessional in the field, especially a field where people were seriously injured and risk of infection was a significant concern. She shook her head and stepped forward to the Chief of Security. “If some from Science and I go out with heavy scanners, we can mitigate some of the interference and get a good triangulated scan of the area to find a good match for the new hospital build. With the use of a Transporter, it won’t take but a moment to get the equipment we need and I can begin right away.”

Haven, Sec

Bosede gestured to the open space to the left that was partly being taken up by the refugee’s living situation. “That is where the new clinic is going. We planned it this way because it’s close to the Klingon and Romulan compound up on the hill and that’s a good thing. There are also limited places in the area that are suitable both terrain wise and for small vessels to deliver supplies. We’re going to have to move some of the refugee shelters during the build. Since a few patients will be going up to the ship, that will help. Hell, I’ll even let people sleep in our staff shelter for the little bit.” It wasn’t like her bunk was seeing much of her presence lately anyway. “Once some modules of the new clinic are set-up, yes, by all means, we can tear down the old one and repurpose the space. Amongst all your deliveries should be some shelters as well that will provide better living than we can give these people.” Xerdosa sighed slightly. “It’s all going to happen, and quickly, but first things first. You should meet the people you’re trying to help, some of whom will be your patients.”

Xerdosa looked at Ally. “Your patients are down in the camp. You can meet them now, or later, but if you stay up here, the only patient is Anni’s and she’s an adult,” she explained simply. Her team was so tight knit that they didn’t have to explain themselves much to each other. But with so many people added to the picture, she knew it was going to try her patience to keep everyone on the same page.

“In any case, Whomever is going to the camp, follow me,” the Clinic CO said, starting off down the path that led to the camp. It was’t far, only a couple hundred metres, but she was immensely glad the rain had stopped.

Lt. Joshi moved over and walked with Rico. “You’re the security chief, correct? Let me know if you have questions,” he said knowing there definitely would be some.

OOC: There’s a lot of us here, so I’m going to do my best to be flexible and at the same time keep us on track so we get to the next part of the sim and the whole crew is actively involved. If I miss something, let me know and I’ll correct that. :) In case that detail was missed/forgotten, the Ogawa is delivering everything that is needed to build a new clinic, plus plenty of supplies and at new shelters for the refugees. This was all set up by Command, so the Ogawa isn’t using any of it’s own stored equipment for this assignment. (This was some of the supplies that were involved in out last sim- the whole supplies mix up at Regulus that was corrected after stopping at Fleet HQ again: Clear as mud?)

~Mischief Maker

Mel moved over to Haven and shifted the bag of supplies on her shoulder. “Zoi, I’m your Science person. I do need to do a bunch of data collection for the area, and going off on my own would be bad, so want to come with?” she asked. “Once I get the lay of the land, quite literally, we can request more equipment and liaise back with the ship.”

OOC: I can start another thread for the Science exploration.

~Melaia Reez

Willow nodded. “Lead On MacDuff.” She said sounding more upbeat than her expression showed. She began following the clinic CO to the camp looking back only to nod at Mel and Zoi as an affirmative to their plan and then she moved to catch up with Xerdosa. “I’m not sure how long this will take but we will do our best to get it done in a timely fashion. Tell me do you foresee issue with us asking some of the campers to move? Even temporarily?”

Willow Taylor
CO

Xerdosa met Willow’s gaze and snorted slightly. “Possibly,” she said with a bit of tension. “These people have been through a lot. They set up this camp themselves, before we arrived. They’ve fled difficult situations and from what Lieutenant Griffith has determined, some of them are deeply traumatized. We’re doing our best, but another group arrived last week and as you can imagine it’s been poor timing given the damage the storm wrought.”

The camp itself was simply a collection of small waterproof emergency shelters that provided the most basic needs and protection from the elements. The grey buildings were arranged in small groupings that felt less sterile than rows would have, and there was a cooking pit in the middle they could use… at least when the weather cooperated.

Beyond the camp was a wide path that was hard to call a road but was definitely an access point. It wound up to the compound that could be seen at the top. Looking up, Bosede saw a Klingon woman with a walking stick coming down the hill. She raised a hand and the Klingon raised hers in reply. Xerdosa smiled softly. “That’s L’Taan, our main contact at the compound, No doubt she saw your arrival. She’s about as excited for you to be here as we are,” Xerdosa said with a chuckle, which was the first sign of anything but deep fatigue from the woman.

~Mischief Maker