Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Sickbay, Deck 4

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tolar Zarath (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay, Deck 4

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tolar Zarath (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay, Deck 4
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It seemed as if Warwick’s previous pattern buffer was indeed still in memory. Someone had excluded it from the regular recycle process, so it had survived through who knew how many purges. There was no record on who may have done that however.

GM Dread

The computer chirped its alert signal and the pattern information began scrolling across the screen. “Isn’t that special… Someone seems to have had the forethought to flag your original pattern for long-term memory storage.” The Andorian feigned an expression of surprise and gave a gravelly chuckle. “It’s a wonder it wasn’t coded for high-security clearance…” He pointedly looked Shane in the eye as he turned the monitor so the man could read the scrolling text, his look intending to express that it had in fact been coded for clearance and that somehow Zarath had adequate clearance to access it anyhow. “Shame that no one left their name and number when they flagged the file, though.” The Doctor crossed his arms, watching Warwick read the screen.

-Zarath, CMO

Shane looked the monitor over as the data and images started to stream. “Doctor, I have learned in my life that there is such a thing as luck. I am living proof of both varieties… the good and the bad.” He didn’t look at the Doctor but was intent on attempting to analyze the data he was seeing. Was Zorath implying he knew the reason why his transporter trace had been retained? Stranger things have happened.

“This…” he began pointing to the screen, “… I believe is a stroke of good luck.” He continued watching the data for a moment then added, “And this is an example of the bad…” Shane visibly swallowed before addressing what he had seen, “Its looking like the cellular degradation of my bone marrow has increased. Possible from the second stint in the stasis chamber … possible from my imprisonment… Do you see what I’m seeing as well.”

• Warwick

The Doctor nodded with a grunt, his mind turning over the implications of the data they were seeing. He took a sip of tea, antennae curling thoughtfully at his brow line. He didn’t like what he was seeing, and as a doctor, he couldn’t help but feel responsible to his patient for finding a solution for the degradation. Several courses of action occurred to him, but one stuck out in his mind as a possible solution that might be better than the rest.

“Mr. Warwick, it has been my experience in life that Luck can be damned for all the good or bad it does us. Things happen, we react. Those of us who are able to, think ahead and act accordingly, instead of merely reacting.” He paused for another sip, his gravelly voice low. “There is luck and there is deciding to act regardless of circumstance. One will get a man farther than the other, Mr. Warwick.”

Zarath turned the screen back to himself and stared at it for a moment. “I see that we have your transporter pattern, and I see that we can use it to repair the cellular damage…”

Warwick brought his hand up to his chin, initially cradling it then he started to absently stroke it. “It’s an intriguing idea, Doctor. But there is just one problem.” he turned to face Zorath as he continued, “I have been aboard Europa several times in my career. It’s almost becoming my home in a way.” he added with a hint of irony.

“My first time aboard Europa was when her crew rescued me from my shuttle. You spoke of making our own luck, well what you see here…” pointing to the scrolling data, “… is me making an impulsive, unwise choice. I modified the shuttle to act as a stasis pod. I put myself into hibernation, and programed the shuttle to end the cycle after a certain amount of time. It didn’t. I did not need to do that act. I just wanted to make more money selling medical supplies to a colony in need faster than the other guy. and crossing an area of void space would have allowed me to do just that.”

“So, when that transporter trace was made… my cells had already begun their degradation.”

• Warwick

Zarath nodded with a rumbling grunt, his eyes digesting the information on several levels at once as Warwick spoke. He’d noted a few points Shane had made while telling his story, quietly filing those away to double-check against the information he’d privately collected on the man. However…

“I see that, but we now have not only a time frame against which to measure the cellular decay, but points in that timeline that tell us exactly when certain levels were noted. We know how fast your cells are decaying, Mr. Warwick, it’s a simple equation now. We can use the information to make a more accurate diagnosis, And in a pinch, we can reset that decay to a previous point to give us more time. This means, I believe, that we can find the cause and still use the transporter to clean your cells of whatever is poisoning you.” There was an unspoken question there as well… They both knew only Warwick could give them the answers they really needed to find the precise cause of the decay. If he wanted to live, he needed to tell more of the truth… But could he do that?

-Zarath, CMO