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Posted Nov. 20, 2018, 7:36 a.m. by Gamemaster Sinister Two (GM) (Joshua Ezell)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (First Officer) in Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay
Posted by… suppressed (13) by the Post Ghost! 👻
OOC: I’m assuming the small party from Gully’s quarters makes it to Sickbay. Correct me if they don’t, GM. Also, I missed the fact that Odinson went to the Bridge before Harding’s suspicions of a nerve agent, so we can leave him there for the time being. The GMcan decide if he’s doing okay. :)

IC: The main doors to Sickbay swished open as a flat, gray, hovering stretcher pushed through. A prone figure that looked strikingly similar to Ensign Gully, but was almost assuredly not the unfortunate officer, occupied it’s broad expanse. Just behind the stretcher was a small, but determined band of officers.

As Harding had ordered on their way to Sickbay, quarantine protocols were in place. The general ward of Sickbay, largely empty, had been evacuated save two nurses in protective gear.

“Help me get Gully,” he used the Ensign’s name for lack of an alternative, “on a biobed then conduct a level 1 scan of Lt. Oberon and Winston. Specifically, you’re looking for any signs of an active nerve agent.”

The nurses helped Harding as he raised the anti-grav stretcher to the level of the biobed and transferred the nearly lifeless form to the more permanent structure. As the nurses moved to tend to Oberon and Winston, the doctor began detailed scans of “Gully”.

Harding, CMO

“N-nerve agent?” Winston gulped. “I … I don’t understand. Where would that have come from?” He was starting to panic; a cold sweat breaking out. He knew all about the potential dangers from what they used in engineering, and byproducts of plasma leaks, phaser coolant and the likes not to mention any of the things that could come from impulse engine fusion leaks. Those he could deal with. They were known. Nerve agents .. no, and he was getting worried.
- Winston, Eng

Pretha came in behind the well tuned medical group. Working as a unit, which she never doubted, the Gully doppleganger was seen to then she and Winston were next up. “No worries, Winston. I’m sure we’re fine. I think once this is done here, getting back to engineering and seeing what else on the ship has been compromised is probably the best course of action for you.” She watched the doctors and nurses move around as they gathered what they needed to see to the small bunch that had arrived. “I need to start making rounds of the stations and see that everyone is accounted for. Whatever is happening, I’m not sure how much I trust our technology at the moment.” She waited to get scanned thinking, I need to get to the bridge and make sure D’Vash is all right. Maybe he will know what’s going on by now as well.

Pretha
CoS

“Oberon’s right,” Collin said over his shoulder as he awaited the results of his can. “You’ll be fine. We’re just overly cautious here in Sickbay.”

Harding, CMO

Winston’s PaDD beeped. A text from Reno, and Sural. He read it and shuffled nervously. This was like something out of a classic horror holo. Something is noticed and people investigate and the first couple of groups are eaten or turned into zombies or mercilessly slaughtered. He hoped he wouldn’t be in the first couple of parties to investigate. But knowing his luck …

“Lt, do you know of anything happening around the deflector dish? There’s a power drain there. Big one. C-Centered behind the deflector in a parts storage area. Bridge also has this. Sural says the XO is up there now too.”
- Winston, Eng NE

All scans on the personnel would show no nerve agents. Other than raised adrenal levels from excitement or fear, all signs are normal. Gully, however, had degenerated to cardiac arrest. His nervous system firing randomly instead of synced up for normal functions.

-GM

Oliver stumbled into sickbay out of breath. He’d run here all the way from engineering lugging a tool box and a phaser as ordered, but he still wasn’t quite clear on what was happening, only that a ‘Code Black’ program was locking the crew out of command functions. As he came through the door the exhausted ensign’s eyes went wide at the scene before him. “Is he uh… ok?” He managed, pointing at Gully, the man actively having a heart attack just a few meters from him.

After a second, Oliver buried his face in his hand as he realized that he’d violated the order the Captain gave when the Red Alert was issued: he came here alone. He didn’t know why that was important, but in his rush to get here he realized he did violate the order. “Oh boy, I do know how to make a first impression.”

Oliver Pierce, Eng

Harding didn’t look up from his patient as he spoke, “Oberon, Winston, you’re clear. Back to your duty stations. Pierce, do what you came here to do. Quarantine is lifted.”

With that his focus tunneled on saving the imposter prone before him. As the man’s nervous system shut down there were few to no options. He had to triage “Gully’s” symptoms and the cardiac arrest shot to the top of his list.

“Cardio stimulators applied. Clear.”

And with that a substantial yet localized jolt shot through the man’s chest.

Harding, CMO

Oliver, who was just ordered to rendezvous with Sural in sickbay, took a step to the side, watching the procedure with a somewhat terrified expression on his face. He gripped his toolbox, hoping the Chief Engineer would show up soon.

Oliver Pierce, Eng

Sural arrived a couple of minutes later with the two security NE’s in tow. He took in the scene. The individual on the bio bed logically was Gully, however by all reports he was also one deceased and one who had operated a transporter to transport himself out into space - while dead. Now he only appeared mostly dead. Just like water, Gully had been impressively active in all three states of being.

Spotting Oliver and Winston he gestured them over. “Ensigns, we have been tasked with investigating a power drain down on the lower decks. There are storage rooms there not far off from the deflector dish.” He took in Winston. The man looked nervous and slightly pale. Quite normal. His gaze went to Oliver who had a wide eyed look to him; his glance had been toward the medical scene unfolding. He hoped that the doctors could revive the man.

Quickly he sent a text to Reno. =^= 1 or 2 =^= meaning … storage room 1 or storage room 2. One was on deck 31 and the other on deck 32. Before going he wanted to have their correct destination.

“I do not know what we may find, however we need to be prepared for either danger…” he glanced at the security NE’s “… or something to work on.” He glanced toward Oliver’s tool kit. “All we know is there is a power drain that is anomalous. She ship is severely vulnerable at the moment and we need to lessen that quickly and find answers to this mystery. Do you have any questions?” He took in all 4 of them.

Sural, CE

With Sural there to corral the NEs and the rest of the inspection teams, she murmured her thanks to the med team and hightailed it to the bridge. She had every confidence in security’s ability to hold down each of their posts. But she needed to get the bigger picture.

Pretha
CoS
((moving her to Bridge))

Oliver shook his head, still occasionally glancing over to Gully. He really couldn’t think about what questions to ask until he saw the system undergoing the drain himself. He readied himself to head down to the storage bays on Sural’s order.

Oliver Pierce, Eng

The cardio stimulators would work for a short time before he flatlined again. Unfortunately unable to be revived afterwards. All genetic scans would show him to be Gully in full. However, there would be discrepancy in when he caught a certain flu not native to humans. The medical files say in his late teens. The man on the table would show no signs of ever having contracted the illness.

-GM

Harding made a noise under his breath. If anyone were close enough to hear, they’d have been surprised to hear such language from the usually chipper doctor. As it were, no one heard more than a grumble.

Collin looked up at the computer display and recorded the time of death.

=/\=Sickbay to the Bridge. The man found in Gully’s quarters is dead. I’ll begin an autopsy and update you with my findings.=/\=

=^=Acknowledged, Dr. Harding. Carry On.=^=

Odinson (XO)

While the autopsy would eventually require opening the body, it began with a deep cellular scan, one that Collin made sure compared any data gathered to the information already on file for the real Ensign Gully.

As the scan progressed, Collin marveled at the matching details. For a moment he wondered if he’d been wrong, that this was the real Gully. The blood in the tunnel matched Gully’s, but then so would have this man’s. Perhaps it was the first dead Gully that was the imposter? Collin’s head was spinning with the possibility, enough so that he was glad he wasn’t a detective. Some mysteries had so many ill-fitting pieces to connect in order to see the big picture that certainty wasn’t guaranteed. He preferred the world of medicine.

“There you are,” he said to himself as the cellular comparison noted its first discrepancy. Their imposter showed no signs of Gully’s adolescent illness. It’s extraterrestrial origin had ensured it left markers on its real host, and those markers were absent in the body splayed before him. And yet that discovery prompted an additional question. To achieve this level of match with the original Gully, the imposter must have had access to the officer’s DNA. If it had been harvested after Gully’s bout with the flu, it was likely to carry the markers.

Collin grabbed a tool that looked quite like a hypospray, except it functioned in the opposite manner, and extracted a sample of the man’s blood. He took the vial to a small machine pushed up against he wall and inserted it. With any luck, the machine’s analysis of the man’s DNA would give him an idea as to its age.

Harding, CMO

Collin supposed he should feel too much a sense of urgency to make his way to the replicator. From what he’d heard, the ship’s command functions were locked, or something similar, but he had to trust in the division of duty on board the starship. The life on board the Olympic was wholly dependent on the functionality of its computer. It was enough of a foreboding thought that Collin pushed it from his mind. He had his part to play in this drama, and it had to do with the body lying serenely on his biobed.

So he ordered a cup of coffee, black, and waited for the machine to let him know it was ready.

Harding, CMO

Genetic analysis of the blood returned as a full match for age and DNA markers. Minus the one discrepancy, he was Gully.

-GM


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