Re: [Dawnspring] [USS Damocles] Ellie and Leigha - Tags Damien & Saveron

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In a message dated 13/09/2010 9:50:09 A.M. GMT Daylight Time, shai...@yahoo.com writes:

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. Ellie had no way of stopping the way the colour rose to her cheeks under that gaze.  "Permission granted" she responded unsteadily.  "I will show a good example"  She got out of her chair and moved towards Saveron, tilting her head to one side and offering her neck for the hypospray. <Savoy Suave?> <Paternal Pressman?> "It's okay, I'm sure it won't harm the babies any more than the original virus itself has already done"  Leigha was suddenly much clearer of thought when presented with a possible threat to her children.  <Wise Wulcan?>

luv Jules (Aj),
;) XXX

** All you need to decide is which bridges you should cross,
and which you should burn! **

 

 

"Carpe deum" - Seize the day.     

 

Captain Eleanor Anderson
XO (& Acting CO) - USS Damocles

Lt (jg) Leigha Brown
Asst. Counsellor - USS Damocles

Lt. T'Nara Norse
ACMO - Starbase Aurora

Cpt Simon Marks
CO - Starbase Aurora
 
Rear Adml Julia James

[Marion Hakes]

Babies? Did Morta hear someone having babies?  Morta has first grab of placenta when babies come out! LOL, I know .... GROSS! “The way to see by Faith is to shut the Eye of Reason.” Benjamin Franklin

[Sarah Eccles]

D4 1010   [Corridor, USS Damocles]   “Well that was real subtle.” Michael drawled as they walked. “I don’t know what you see in that man Ray.”   “Shaddup Michael.” It was a good thing that H’Rhaedrol Barr had a mediteranean-like complexion, it meant no one could see when he blushed.   [Bridge, USS Damocles]

“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.   Ellie had no way of stopping the way the colour rose to her cheeks under that gaze.  "Permission granted" she responded unsteadily.  "I will show a good example"  She got out of her chair and moved towards Saveron, tilting her head to one side and offering her neck for the hypospray.

Saveron inclined his head in acknowledgement of the Captain’s willingness and retrieved his hypospray and one of the ampoules from the satchel. Loading the hypo he applied the point to Ellie’s neck and pushed the button, all the while very careful to keep his fingers from coming into contact with her skin. “I must appologise for my earlier behaviour, Captain.” He said quietly, seriously, as he withdrew the hypo.   <Embarassed Ellie?>

<Paternal Pressman?>   "It's okay, I'm sure it won't harm the babies any more than the original virus itself has already done"  Leigha was suddenly much clearer of thought when presented with a possible threat to her children.

“That is correct. The immunoglobulin has passed all necessary compatability testing for all known humanoid life forms.” Saveron assured the expectant parents. “However you will require two ampoules to ensure full treatment for yourself and your conceptus, Miss Brown.” And the Vulcan was already loading the first ampoule as he approached Leigha.   <Lovely Leigha? Paternal Pressman?>   Clearly the couple were not keeping the news a secret. “I believe that it is traditional amongst humans to offer congratulations on the announcement of a conception, please allow me to do so.” He said gravely, glancing from Leigha to Damien and back again. “We should schedule an appointment for your first ultrasound, Miss Brown.” He added.   <Expectant parents?>   Senior Chief Specialist H’Rhaedrol Barr Nurse and Senior Paramedic USS Damocles   Lieutenant Saveron Pathologist and Xenobiologist USS Damocles "And I don't want the whole world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." - The Goo Goo Dolls, Iris

 

[Sarah Eccles]

D4 1010   [Main Engineering, USS Damocles]

=^= 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 replied wearily, and looked with a sigh down the length of the battlezone that was Main Engineering to where the main Engineering console was being defended against all comers by a couple of visions out of some male dominance fetishists dream-turned-nightmare.   “In Kahless’ name!” D’Char roared as she swung a length of duranium piping that sent an ensign in a gold shirt flying, and followed it up with a burst from the nozzle of the plasma welder she’d acquired in the direction of another group who were clearly contemplating a massed attack.   “Watch them ma’am, they’ll try to overwhelm us, the fools!” She snapped in Klingon Standard to Sam who was holding the other side of the console against similar incursions. She knew in her own insane confidence that they could hold again any intruders.   <Sam the Fearless?>   Elsewhere there were scuffles, people diving into Jefferies Tubes, the sounds of two people getting quite intimate behind one of the auxiliary console, and three engineers apparently attempting to build a suit of powered armour from scratch, although they mostly seemed to be getting in each others’ way.   Watts sighed and turned back to the panel he was using to call the bridge. He’d lost his comm. badge in a scuffle somewhere along the line.   =/\= “Ensign Watts to Captain Anderson. Ma’am, we’re going to need a take-down team, no one can get to the main console to get you that report, the Chief and Assistant Chief are holding it against everyone.” =/\= Something in the thought of trying to take on the Klingon and half-Klingon had a very sobering effect on Watts. He didn’t wear a red uniform and he valued his life.   <Captain my Captain?> Liutenant (jg) D’Char Assistant Chief Engineer USS Damocles   Ensign Watts Engineering NPC USS Damocles   “Another shitty day in paradise." - Anon

 

[PHILIPPA TIMMS]

D4 1010   [Corridor, USS Damocles]

“Well that was real subtle.” Michael drawled as they walked. “I don’t know what you see in that man Ray.”

“Shaddup Michael.” It was a good thing that H’Rhaedrol Barr had a mediteranean-like complexion, it meant no one could see when he blushed.

'Careful, be focussed, dangerous...' An empathic wash came out of sickbay. And then like a wave retreated back in. But leaving a warm glow in it's wake.

[Bridge, USS Damocles]   “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.   Ellie had no way of stopping the way the colour rose to her cheeks under that gaze.  "Permission granted" she responded unsteadily.  "I will show a good example"  She got out of her chair and moved towards Saveron, tilting her head to one side and offering her neck for the hypospray.   Saveron inclined his head in acknowledgement of the Captain’s willingness and retrieved his hypospray and one of the ampoules from the satchel. Loading the hypo he applied the point to Ellie’s neck and pushed the button, all the while very careful to keep his fingers from coming into contact with her skin. “I must appologise for my earlier behaviour, Captain.” He said quietly, seriously, as he withdrew the hypo.   <Embarassed Ellie?>   <Paternal Pressman?>   "It's okay, I'm sure it won't harm the babies any more than the original virus itself has already done"  Leigha was suddenly much clearer of thought when presented with a possible threat to her children.    “That is correct. The immunoglobulin has passed all necessary compatability testing for all known humanoid life forms.” Saveron assured the expectant parents. “However you will require two ampoules to ensure full treatment for yourself and your conceptus, Miss Brown.” And the Vulcan was already loading the first ampoule as he approached Leigha.   <Lovely Leigha? Paternal Pressman?>   Clearly the couple were not keeping the news a secret. “I believe that it is traditional amongst humans to offer congratulations on the announcement of a conception, please allow me to do so.” He said gravely, glancing from Leigha to Damien and back again. “We should schedule an appointment for your first ultrasound, Miss Brown.” He added.   <Expectant parents?>   Senior Chief Specialist H’Rhaedrol Barr Nurse and Senior Paramedic USS Damocles   Lieutenant Saveron Pathologist and Xenobiologist USS Damocles "And I don't want the whole world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." - The Goo Goo Dolls, Iris

 

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