[END PHASE 1] EMH MKVII and Crewman Annamae Barberra - aatt-sttrrs
Wil Ukinix
((Sickbay, Deck 12, USS Kitty Hawk))
Just as the tricorder in his hand started to trill to indicate more presence of Thelomium-847, he suddenly felt something wrapped around his neck. The crewman’s arm was now a tentacle like appendage. He feigned being strangled, poking his tongue out while pretending to choke.
“Barberra”: ::Sounding *nothing* like Annamae:: Die, Starfleet.
It appeared that whoever the changeling was, they did not know he was an EMH.
When the changeling’s other arm started to stretch out towards Lieutenant Wong, the EMH fizzled out of existence before appearing behind it. He grabbed a nearby hypospray on a shelf, adjusted its settings, then pressed it into the changeling’s neck.
“Barberra II” dropped to the ground.
He quoted what Lieutenant Wong had said earlier.
EMH: “When they take on the form of a target species, they inherit all the strengths and weaknesses of that species.”
He turned just as another version of Barberra walked through the sickbay’s doors. This one was covered in blood, with a cut on her cheek, limping, and clutching her right arm with a phaser in hand. He pointed his tricorder at the changeling, only to discover no traces of Thelomium 847.
It was the real Crewman Barberra.
Barberra: Sirs... ::limping forward, clutching arm::... this changeling was another Crewman before it mimicked me. I managed to get away when it attacked me.
Wong: Stars! It’s bad enough that it happened once. But absolutely awful that it happened again! I’m sorry, Barberra.
Barberra: ::Wearily:: Are you kidding? Two dead me’s is the best day of my...
The crewman’s brown eyes rolled into the top of her head, right before she collapsed onto the ground like a rag doll.
Now they had two problems. A collapsed, injured crewman, and another unconscious changeling replica of her.
Wong: Damn it. She took a beating!
Ikaia glanced at the EMH.
Wong: We’re looking at blood loss, a broken leg, and a concussion! I need an osteogenerator, a plasma infusion unit, autosutures and a neural stimulator at least.
The EMH sprung into action, rushing to the equipment room.
EMH: Aye, Lieutenant.
He quickly grabbed an osteo-regenerator, several autosutures, then began wheeling the plasma infusion unit towards the biobed while grabbing a neural stimulator and putting it in his mouth to carry, given his hands were full.
He listened closely to Wong as the Lieutenant gave an assessment.
Wong: First things first, we need to stop this bleeding. We don’t need her losing any more blood. She’s lost enough already.
EMH: Iw hvv thhhe aatt-sttrrss-
He placed the equipment around the biobed, then took the neural stimulator out of his mouth so that he could be understood.
EMH: I have the auto-sutures ::Handing to Wong::
Wong: I’m going to need you to set up and get the plasma infusion unit ready with Barberra’s blood type, please. Once I’m done suturing this, you’re going to need to hook her up to it.
EMH: ::Nodding:: Understood.
He began to prepare the machine, while bringing up Barberra’s blood type on a nearby PADD.
EMH: Type O...
Curiously, there was a small note next to it in her record. It apparently had been insisted upon by the patient when she had transferred to the Technical Services Academy to train to become a crewman.
EMH: ...“Also vampire”?
The EMH’s dark eyebrows raised, before he turned back to the machine, ready to hook it up to Crewman Barberra.
((Hours later...))
With the autodestruct now disabled, the EMH sat at the desk of the office, feet up, reading a T’Senara comic (edition 79, “T’Senara and the Changeling Conspiracy”).
Annamae, feeling like she had been hit by several Starships travelling at maximum warp, stood next to the biobed where the changeling version of herself that had imitated her voice had been autopsied.
Barberra: ::looking down at body:: What do you think they want?
Wong: Response
Barberra: Organs and everything.
She looked at the blank spot on the dead Annamae’s leg where her pancake recipe would have been.
Barberra: No tattoo, though, that’s sloppy. ::Waggling finger at dead body’s face:: No pancakes for you.
Wong: Response
Annamae looked at Ikaia with her normal deadpan gaze, which for once showed a hint of stoicism.
Barberra: Sir, you need to clear me for duty.
Wong: Response
Barberra: I’ll be fine. A hypo of raw caffeine or something. Hook a crewman up?
Wong: Response
There was a sigh from Annamae, before she looked back down at the body.
Barberra: This situation. It’s serious isn’t it.
Her brown eyes shifted right to look at Wong.
Wong: Response
[End Phase 1 for the EMH and Annamae!]
Crewman Second Class Annamae Barberra
Science Specialist
USS Kitty Hawk
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