[USS Damocles] Anderson & Norse {tags All}

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T'Nara looked at Saveron and back at the scanner.  "If you need medication, call me?" she asked, waiting until he nodded before she went to leave.  Ushering the others out before her, T'Nara quieted their questions with a finger over her mouth and pointing outside with the other to indicate that she would talk to them all outside.  

 

Saveron nodded curtly to T’Nara, knowing that she was trying to help but knowing also that there wasn’t much in the way of medication that would do more than temporarily allieviate some of the symptoms. He didn’t need T’Nara’s tricorder to know that his cortisol levels were going up, along with his metabolic rate and half a dozen other charactertistic indicators; he could feel it.

 

He watched them go from under dark lashes, specifically watched the petite figure with the blonde hair and provocative outfit, and held himself still by force of will. He wanted to call to her, grab her, make her stay, and knew that he must not. He was not feeling at all reasonable. A Vulcan woman stood a good chance of fighting him off, a Human no chance at all.

 

Her proximity hadn’t helped at all. He recalled that she seemed to have some rudimentary empathic ability, specifically emotion projection, and he had felt the need and emotional attachment as she had clung to him, and a part of him had reacted to that. Amidst the hormonal chaos however a small, rational core pointed out that everything he was feeling, experiencing, was viral-triggered. No doubt that included the Captain’s momentary infatuation with him. It would all wear off when the immunoglobulin was administered, and no doubt she would not thank him if he had taken advantage of her compromised state.

 

It had been all he could do to let her go.

 

Several long minuted passed as Saveron slumped against the analyser, before it chimed to indicate that the initial analysis was complete and it was beginning it’s production and compatibility testing cycle. Turning to it’s control panel he did something extremely selfish and keyed it to run the Vulcan compatibility program first, even though more of the crew was human. He could have rationalised it that he was the first person able to administer the immunoglobulin to others and therefore needed to be treated first, but all he could think was that he wanted to stop feeling like this. It was bad enough when it was real.

 

A second chime, the analyser showed that the serum was compatible with Homo eridani physiology, and at the touch of a key spat out a hypospray ampoule. Saveron didn’t even hesitate in dosing himself with it. A few moments later he closed his eyes as he started shaking, the sudden change towards normal physiology coming as a severe shock to his already taxed system.

 

 1000 hours

 

Kara was not expecting go slow, and was pulled back towards Ian. While Anton tried to stop them both leaving Sickbay. Pulling himself sharply from Ray as he to followed them out after them.

 

"You shouldn't leave...." Anton called after them.

 

“Doctor Correrai.” A solomn voice said as a long-fingered hand landed on Anton’s shoulder, holding him still just long enough for Saveron to press a hypospray to his neck. “Your condition will improve momentarily.”

 

Saveron stood there, holding out a hypospray and a satchel full of ampoules. The green flush was gone from his cheekbones and, apart from looking a bit pale and his hair in slight disarray he was one of the few crewmembers looking normal. “The appropriate immunoglobulin is loaded into these ampoules, I suggest we begin dosing the crew.”

 

<Anton?>

 

Turning he then addressed T’Nara. “Doctor Norse, your assistance was, and will be, appreciated.” He said in his usual mild manner, as close to a ‘thank you’ as she was likely to get from a Vulcan. Another satchel and spray were proferred. “The population of sickbay is in need of treatment.”

 

T'Nara took the satchel and nodded her understanding.  "Aye Lieutenant" she replied and went about the business of vaccinating everyone in Sickbay first. 

 

“I will see to the command crew on the bridge.” Saveron announced, and headed for the doors and the turbolift.

 

<Anyone want to argue?>

 

Ellie had returned to the Bridge as soon as she left Sickbay.   She was in the Captain's chair collating reports, waiting for all departments to report in.  It was a struggle as many of the crew were behaving in bizarre ways, obviously also affected by the virus.

 

In frustration she clenched her fingers as she began again to try to reason with a giggling Ensign who was allegedly in charge of Engineering.   =^= Ensign Watts, if you are not able to transmit your department update, then please find someone who can, and after you have put them in touch with me, take yourself to Sickbay.  That is an order, do you understand? =^=

 

The response was still unsatisfactory and Ellie eventually cut the channel and looked across to the Ops CPO who was the only one on the Bridge who still seemed sensible.

 

"Chief Lamis, would you kindly go down to Engineering and see what is going on.  Report back to me direct and return here as soon as you can."  She was concerned if she let the Chief go, she might not have anyone left who could piece a sentence together.

 

<tag?  Saveron's arrival?>

 

Acting CO Eleanor Anderson

 

ACMO - Dr T'Nara Norse

 

"If you love a thing, set it free"

 

** …..for if it does not return to you, it was never yours in the first place

but if it comes back, it is truly yours. **

 

Love Jools

;) XXXX

 

** Many people will walk in and out of your life

but only true friends will leave footprints in your replies! **

[Marion Hakes]

Only the sounds of the instruments kept her company, as her entire lab crew was not fit for work.  The initial reports that her findings were helpful to the physician, but Morta was a bit nervous because of her own personal anti-bodies that were used to destroy this thing.  For a Vhoranian blood is not biologically compatible with non-raptors.  As the anti-bodies attack ANY bacteria in the body, including bacteria that is good for the body.  But, she is a scientist and not a doctor ... <anybody want to come in?> Lt. Morta Chief science Officer USS Damocles “The way to see by Faith is to shut the Eye of Reason.” Benjamin Franklin

[Sarah Eccles]

D4 1000   [Bridge, USS Damocles] Damien was down both duty boots, one sock, and his duty jacket by the time Captain Anderson came onto the Bridge.  From the expression on her face, she had already been treated with the antibody. "Captain on the *Bridge*," he said, scrambling to his feet, instead falling flat on his face.  Determined to make the best of the situation, he rose to a sitting position, and laid his head gently in the lap of the Assistant Counselor, who, at his insistence, was sitting in the Big Chair.  ("You're sitting for two - or *three* - afterall," had been his reasoning/) In an instant, Chief Lamis had abandoned the game, and was back at the Ops console. "Mister Pressman... Miss Brown?" She tilted her head and Leigha got out of the chair instantly.  Ellie nodded approval for this and then went on.  "Everyone,  I want this Bridge back in an operational status in five minutes.  Is that clear?"  "Aye, Captain.  Let's get this mess cleaned up, people," he said after rising to his unsteady feet, gesturing towards the stacks of discarded clothing and cards.  He made no indication towards the colored wall panels, which were now finally drying into a lovely variety of shades and hues. Damien managed to retrieve the cast-off parts of his uniform, but not without the occasional giggle.  Lacking the coordination to actually put his sock *or* shoes back on properly, he instead waiting uneasily until the Captain took the now-vacated Big Chair, and sat to her left in the XO's seat. Still feels weird.  As if finding out you're going to be a father by eavesdropping on Savvy Boy isn't*? "I take it Savvy.... er, Doctor Saveron managed to symphonize the proper antigone?"  Wait, that didn't come out right... Damien was too oblivious to notice that the CO's expression seemed to flutter through a myriad of emotions at the mention of the Vulcan Medical Officer. Ellie was in the Captain's chair collating reports, waiting for all departments to report in.  It was a struggle as many of the crew were behaving in bizarre ways, obviously also affected by the virus.

In frustration she clenched her fingers as she began again to try to reason with a giggling Ensign who was allegedly in charge of Engineering.   =^= Ensign Watts, if you are not able to transmit your department update, then please find someone who can, and after you have put them in touch with me, take yourself to Sickbay.  That is an order, do you understand? =^=

=/\= “Sure, Cap’n, the Amazons’ll just love to, I’m sure.”=/\= Watts was either terribly amused or nearly hysterical.

The response was still unsatisfactory and Ellie eventually cut the channel and looked across to the Ops CPO who was the only one on the Bridge who still seemed sensible.   "Chief Lamis, would you kindly go down to Engineering and see what is going on.  Report back to me direct and return here as soon as you can."  She was concerned if she let the Chief go, she might not have anyone left who could piece a sentence together.

A short while later, the doors to the turbolift opened, and the Very Vulcan Veterinarian himself stepped out onto the Bridge. Saveron would never have described the crew of the USS Damocles as animals, but if he had ever felt tempted to now was the time. The turbolift was pink, the bridge was worse, the XO was in a state of deshabille and he’d been unable to get any sense out of anybody on the way up here. Amidst the chaos and confusion he had made his way to the bridge, thinking to find the majority of the command crew there hopefully in possession of some of their faculties, and he had couriered his precious satchel of ampoules, on a mission to restore logic and order.   It was true that many reptilian species used a variety of generic antibody to ward off front-line microbial attack in the way that humanoid sentients used neutrophil white cells, as a generic attack-all-comers response. Saveron, being a specialist Xenobiologist and a Pathologist, was well aware of this. The laboratory transducer was one of his pieces of research equipment, although it could be put to the use that it had been. Specifically it analysed foreign diseases and immune responses, and was capable of taking the effector part of an antibody from one species and splicing it onto the carrier part of an entirely different group of species, and then testing that the resulting chimera antibody was compatible with the intended recipient species. This was the program that Saveron had run, and he had not prepared the ampoules until he knew the chimeric immunoglobulin was safe. It was true that if someone had tried a direct harvest, amplification and inoculation from Lt Morta to the rest of the crew they would likely have killed them all, but this was Saveron’s specialty and today wasn’t a good day to die.   Unfortunately he was less well trained for dealing with an extreme lack of logic in the crew, and looked about at the chaos of the bridge with one brow raised and a faintly dubious expression on his face, a look which anyone who hung around Vulcans for very long would be well familiar with. It was the look that said loosing faith in humanity, one human at a time.   But there was a reason for the irrational behaviour, which he himself had been suffering from not long before. That thought drew his gaze to the petite figure sitting in the Captain’s chair. How did one redress the previous inappropriate behaviour on his part and re-establish a proper professional relationship? And why did this seem to happen around Captain Anderson? It was the second time in as many days. A less logical part of him, habitually suppressed, suggested that there were times when less than logical behaviour was warranted. He knew it was not today.   “Captain Anderson, Commander Pressman. The curative immunoglobulin is available. I would request permission to treat yourselves and the crew present.” He spoke to both officers, but his grey gaze had settled on Ellie.   <Excellent Ellie?>   <Paternal Pressman?>   <Lovely Leigha?>   Lieutenant Saveron Xenobiologist and Pathologist USS Damocles   “When something goes wrong I’m the first to admit it, I’m the first to admit it, and the last one to know,” – Paul Simon, Something so right