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Main Sim - The Hallways of Starbase 157

Posted June 3, 2020, 9:59 a.m. by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) (Geoff Joosten)

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Main Sim - The Hallways of Starbase 157

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Main Sim - The Hallways of Starbase 157

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - The Hallways of Starbase 157
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Why must these things always start out small? Because if things started out big then people would notice them and they would be fixed before they became an issue. Unfortunately when things start out small they are often ignored until it is too late. So it was on Starbase 157.

It started out small. The smell of cake and tea here, the sound of a child’s laugh there but ultimately, eventually, everyone sensed it. Something was wrong in the Starbase. Something was really wrong, and soon there would be no doubt to how bad it was.

Strolling along the corridors NE Maddington stumbled slightly and tripped looking dazed. He closed his eyes tightly then opened them again before shaking out his head, eyes wide as he tried to regain focus, eventually he just slumped and leaned against the wall.

NE Papilio stumbled upon the situation and ran to his side, attempting to prop him up as she tapped her comm-badge. =/\= NE Papilio. I have medical emergency in section AA Deck 5. Ensign Maddington is showing signs of distress. =/\=

GM Wombat

Luckily enough (or potentially unluckily enough, as foreboding as that post reads…), Brad was also strolling around the Starbase. He was technically on his way to the Infirmary, to visit with an old Academy classmate, when he heard the distress call come from around the next bend.

He peered around the wall to see a clearly sick NE and another NE very close to him. So, probably two patients, since if she wasn’t already infected, she would be soon if NE Maddington so much as breathed on her.

Fishing in his lab coat pocket for a medical tricorder, he aimed it down at the pair.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Papilio was in good condition, her heart rate slightly elevated but not so much that couldn’t be easily dismissed as being caused by the stress of finding another NE in the corridors.

Maddington, however, well his heart rate was racing despite the over all appearance of muscle relaxation. He was sweating and after a a few moments of scanning vomited all over Walker’s shoes. Poor kid was really in a bad shape.

GM Wombat

“Ah, crap,” Brad muttered, tapping his own commbadge. =/\=Walker to Infirmary, make sure the team responding to the call in Section AA Deck 5 has biohazard response gear, and prepare an isolation room.=/\=

“Computer, erect a bio-containment forcefield around this section. Authorization Walker 9-7-Juliet-Alpha.”

He then reached down to pull Papilio away from Maddington, while training his tricorder on the vomit to see what he could detect there.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

After a moment of scanning the vomit, Brad started to fill dizzy himself, as if he were breathing paint or some other solvent. He heard colors, saw music, and smelled tea and crumpets nothing was certain and for a moment he felt as if he were falling upwards until it passed.

‘What the HELL?’ Brad thought as he processed the sensations. ‘That’s worse than the time I tried Orion LSD. This is bad.’

A few breaths later he was fine, but something had changed within him. Something was different. All he knew for sure was he was late for something.

“Damn,” he muttered. “I hate being quarantined.”

Where the hell was the medical team? He was going to have words for the CMO here when he got to the Infirmary.

GM Wombat

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to NE Papillio.

“Are you feeling any different, Ensign?” he asked.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Oh yes, quite well, thank you,” Papillio said with a smile though she looked up at walker with distant eyes, as if her mind were somewhere else.

Walker for his part began to feel increasingly late, for a very important date. Perhaps to see the Captain? It didn’t matter he really needed to be off. Didn’t he? What was this meeting about any way. It wasn’t on his calendar after all but he was still late for something.

GM Wombat


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