USS NOVA: Medical Preparations
T.
SD 80902.
SCENE: USS Nova Sickbay, en route to Formoria
Noble supressed a shudder as he watched holo-feed footage of
Formorian casualties. He had been studying the information downloaded
into the Nova's computer core for the past two hours, and had to admit
to himself that the Formorian situation looked to be one of the worst
medical disasters he had seen in his career.
A large section of the planet's population had been infected by a
genetically engineered disease; a deadly gift left after the end of a
prolonged war. The disease was too efficient to be anything but a
construct; it attacked the Formorians' immune system and quickly wiped
it out. In the process it opened up the Formorians to infection from any
and every natural disease on the planet.
As a consequence a plague called 'the Ffarr', which was thought to have
been cured 75 years ago, had suddenly made a sweeping comeback.
Victims of the Ffarr begin to bleed uncontrollably through the very pores
in their skin, draining themselves empty and dying within 72 hours.
Noble watched as the feed displayed an infected Formorian child, bathed
in its own life fluids, slowly succumb to death.
Noble tapped his combadge and opened a channel to the Nova's SCI
officer.
[Castlereagh here.]
"Jack, this is Marek. I've been going over the info we've got on the
Formorian situation, and thought it'd be a good idea to compare notes
sometime soon. When's a good time for you?"
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>Nurse Chavez headed over to the doctor's office and tapped on the door,
>"Yes?" responded Noble.
>"There's a marine here who says he needs a medical workup. He's in room 2
>and he looks nervous." she said wearing a smile.
>Noble nodded as he stood heading for the room. "I told you to quit
scaring the Marines, Gisselle."
"Major Sanders. Good of you to report in," said Noble as he stepped up
to the biobed. "We haven't been formally introduced. I'm Marek Noble."
"Good to meet you, Cmdr," replied Sanders as the two men shook hands.
"Don't give me that 'Cmdr' crap. I'm Marek to everybody around here."
said Noble as he picked up his med-tricorder. "Now let's get this over
with. From what I hear you aren't the type that's gonna be sticking
around here for more than two minutes."
The large marine looked at Noble as a half-smile crossed his lips. "I guess
I shouldn't be too surprised that my rep has preceeded me."
"We don't get too much gossip down this way, but when we do it's
usually an earful. Don't worry about it, son. I know first-hand what it's
like to deal with a checkered past," said Noble as he cuffed Romello on
the shoulder. "Welcome to your new beginning."
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tre: feel free to continue the convo
Peace!
Terence (ph...@istar.ca) aka:
Cmdr Zeeta Torr'n LtCmdr Marek Noble
CO, USS Constellation * CMO, USS Nova
NCC-1017-F NCC-1776-A
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Rastaire Torr'n
Captain, chR Freighter D'laxxia, DS12
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