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Decontamination Sick Bay

Posted Dec. 20, 2022, 4:19 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Cara Meow (Ship's Anthropologist and Sociologist) (David Fergusson)

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Joe was now in the outside room of his decontamination chamber and pulling off all his clothing. He rolled his eyes and wondered why today of all days he had to wear the red boxers with bright pink hearts on them. Soon he was stripped down and had deposited all his clothing through a chute in the door for the pickup of the clothing. He then stepped under shower and cleaned himself thoroughly before drying and only then walking into the inside room of the chamber where a white jumpsuit hung. He placed this on and then found a bed to lay down in and start to think about the report he would soon have to be writing for the captain to explain how they had just been bested by a four-foot tall, little girl with a penchant for felines.

Richard had been observing what the Cmdr was doing step by step just to make sure he himself followed the standard procedure properly and since the security had climbed the hill much like a snake would, he wasn’t about to take any chances and removed everything .

Once done he settled on a bench ‘’Sir why were we called back ?’‘ .

Joe who was laying back on his cot with his hands behind his head heard the question from crewman Sharp but didn’t answer for a second. Finally, his head turned as if on a swivel slowly to fix Sharp with his eyes. Joe sighed then and responded in a flat voice, “We weren’t called back Mister Sharp.” Joe replied. “I made that decision after we were discovered by one of the planets natives. A little girl penetrated our security. All while her relatives were in the village shooting some sort of weapons. It did not seem like a good idea to remain and take the chance that we wouldn’t be discovered by anyone else.”

Lance was looking at his padd “sir when we got back to the ship I collected all scanners and phases and put them in a box for decontamination but when the box got to the armory 1 phaser and 3 scanners are missing” he handed his padd to the XO.

NE Burkley over comms came back after a moment of Wolf’s comment, =/\= Uh Lieutenant Wolf? Small update on those misplaced away team items, we found them dropped in the corridor outside the armory during transit after decommaniation. =/\= He said thankfully setting that problem to rest of missing equipment.

As the group would get cleaned up the observing NE doctor off to the side room running medical scans came up through the open channel. “..Mr Sharp, Mr Wolf you all are cleared of any contaminants or foreign agents. You’re free to return to duty once you get finished in there. Mr Milligan, I need you to remain behind. I’m picking up a bacterial infection of an unknown type in your inner left ear..” He said. “..Once you finish cleaning up there, if you could step into the isolation booth to our left I can run a deeper scan and probe for more details..” he said.

Cara was sure she had placed her phaser back into the box. Given the order to dismiss she was keen to get back to her office and write up a report on the visit to the planet. She wanted to use the Library computer to cross-reference a few details too. The child was interesting too, but seemed dangerous and her tail still hurt from the experience, so she’d let Sickbay deal with it before she saw it again.

Anyhow, the first thing she needed to do was to shampoo with a quality product, and to massage her coat with a brush and get rid of these tangles and knots. Cara’s hair was dull and without any gloss, and her skin was dry. The decontamination had made it lose all of it’s shine and softness, and she couldn’t believe that they’d no Argon oil hair conditioning products available in the chamber, or even a good quality brush.

Joe was on the verge of, well doing something. Finally, he closed his eyes and took a deep slow breath. “Great gaggles of Googlybirds.” he said beneath his breath. Bring this day of slapstick and showtunes to an abrupt ending.

Joe waited patiently as he wondered idly how it was that phasers and scanners seemed to be growing legs and going walkabout. It was about this time that everyone but him had left the chamber. Climbing slowly to his feet he slowly moved to the isolation booth as instructed by the voice in the ceiling. Looking up at the ceiling he called out. “So, what will you be doing to me now drilling for operational brain cells?”

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Milligan XO

-Cara,


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