Side-Sim: Sickbay - Autopsy

Posted Nov. 24, 2020, 9:06 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Byrnarterro Ch'riaqer (Chief of Figuring Out The Galaxy (CSO)) (Ben Simons)

Posted by Lieutenant Andromeda DeLion (CMO) in Side-Sim: Sickbay - Autopsy

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer (CSO) in Side-Sim: Sickbay - Autopsy

Posted by Lieutenant Andromeda DeLion (CMO) in Side-Sim: Sickbay - Autopsy
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Byrnarterro had just finished the chapter of Alice in Wonderland that he was reading when he was visited by the first officer having sent an Ensign to inform Sickbay that he would be along soon in regards to the ship’s recent visitors. A genetic model of what to look for so that such things don’t happen again was always a good basis to start.

Ten minutes after the Ensign said, the andorian entered the sickbay looking for the duty nurse. “Hi there, I’m looking for Doctor DeLion?” he asked at the desk.

Lieutenant (J.G) Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, CSO

Andromeda rounded the corner with a grin. She loved a well-timed entrance. “Ask and ye shall receive. I’m Doctor DeLion, how can I help you?” Hopefully, she wasn’t already supposed to know. She’d been knee-deep in paperwork, possibly literally if paper had still been a thing.
-Andromed DeLion, CMO

Byr could see the look of someone that had too much work to do in the Doctor’s eyes, so apart from a slight twitch of one of his antennae, no frustration was shown when the doctor asked. “Ah, yes, Doctor,” he began. “I’m here to check out the physiology of our recent intruders. Some way to make their personal cloaking devices not as… effective while on board,” he added. “I had been… taken with the rest of the crew to some strange place during the intrusion so unfortantely I haven’t had a chance to look at them yet. It might help to know what exactly we’re looking for before I work on how to counteract the thing hiding it,” he explained.

Lieutenant (J.G) Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, CSO

Andromeda looked a little closer at Byrnarterro. “I remember something about that. You lot eating untested food or something like that.” She shrugged. “Wasn’t here yet so it’s not my concern. But let me get this straight. You want to autopsy random aliens… to figure out their technology? Is it hiding their life signs from internal sensors or something?” She spoke with a faint Hispanic accent, but her foreign pronunciation was unusually good. “Also it’s Byrnarterro right? I’m Andromeda unless I can convince you to call me Andy.” She’d already tried to convince her staff, but they’d refused. Figures.
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO

“As someone who’s name is hard to verbalise for a non-andorian, I understand the ease of shortening one’s name. In any unofficial capacity, Andy it will be Doctor,” Byr replied with a smile. “And if you find it difficulty, Byr is fine, but you have managed to do it rather well, I must say,” he commented. “According to the First Officer, that seems to be the case, yes. Probably some personal cloaking technology if I’d hazard a guess. It’s not unheard of, but not very common,” he explained what he learned from the conversation he had. “I was actually going to be heading to Security next to see if they were finished with the technology. I’m sure the twins will want to get a look at it as well,” he pondered out loud.

Lieutenant (J.G) Byrnaterro Ch’riaqer, CSO

Andromeda smiled. “I grew up on a cargo ship, we get to talk to all sorts of people, with all sorts of names.” She nodded sagely. “You get to be the layman then?” Heavens knew she wouldn’t want to have to talk with engineering directly. Two entirely different sets of technical terms. “We can get started on those aliens whenever you’re ready.” -Andromeda DeLion, CMO

Byr nodded as he went towards where they were currently being stored. This was the first time Byr had seen the aliens and it wasn’t a species he instantly recognised. “We believe they may have hand mind manipulation abilities, of which most of the crew, myself included, were inflicted with. We appeared to be in a place based on an earthern novel. There aren’t too many species that can do that sort of thing,” he explained. He was already thinking of ways to possibly use that as the signature to look for, if they could find a way to detect it. “Have you found anything interesting, doctor?” he asked.

Lieutenant (J.G) Byrnaterro Ch’riaqer, CSO

Andromeda hummed lightly as she worked. “Carbon-based, which is simultaneously convenient and inconvenient. I’d wager a guess that their ideal temperature is a bit higher than a Vulcan’s. Some organs I don’t recognize, but their natural atmosphere has a lot more oxygen than the ship’s atmosphere.” She had always talked while she worked, a habit learned from her step-father. He had been talking to explain things to her, but she had started doing it and just never stopped. “Looking at the brain, I’d say you’re right. This degree of development is mostly seen in telepathic species, Betazoids, Vulcans, etc.” She shook her head, realizing he was there for a reason. “If you want to detect them, they have a very low body temperature.”
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO

As the doctor explained, Byr’s antennae leaned in towards her, with an intense focus that didn’t necessarily match Byr’s own neutral facial expression. “We may well be able to use infrared scans then. Those goggles they used to use - so uncomfortable,” he pondered out loud. “I’ll have to look back at the logs and see if there were any unusual infrared readings, but that can be done another time,” he said, looking over the readings himself and making a note of the temperature range that these people fell into. “Apparently they used devices that acted like personal cloaks so they went unseen for some time. Did it have any effect on their physiology?” he asked curiously.

Lieutenant (J.G) Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, CSO

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