LtJG Jovenan – Should have taken more biochemistry classes
Jovenan
((Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Artemis))
He reminded her a bit of the toys she and her numerous siblings had when they were kids. That would sound like an insult to someone if it weren’t for the person standing before Jovenan. Few of their dolls or puppets wore Starfleet medical uniform, yet this one did.
HMMT: What can I do for you?
Sadar: Uhh… Are you… I need a computer?
HMMT: I am the Emergency Medical Howogwam. I am pwogwammed with the entirety of the Starfweet Medicaw wibwawy and am twained in a vawiety of medicaw techniques. How may I hewp you today? You may speak to me in compwete sentences or in short cwauses like: “Hewp! I’ve fawwen and I can’t get up,” or “Sing a sea chanty.”
Oh God, he even talks like that! So huggable!
MacKenzie: Doctor, I regret to inform you that this is, in fact, our EMH. However, here appears to be… fully functional.
Not once had they been introduced to this mark of EMHs at the Academy. All the other versions of EMH had been humans or other familiar alien species, yet this one was closer to a plushy variation of a human. Jovenan couldn’t see the exact purpose of programming such a holomodel. Perhaps it calmed people down, and the paediatrics could do with a doctor the children aren’t afraid of…
Sadar didn’t remain to wonder the puppet doctor but floated to the closest interface.
Sadar: 45% Anesthezine, 23% Relorazine, 12% Neurozine, 11% Theragen and 9% Felicium. ::Addressing no one in particular:: For the Naloxone, using the Neurozine-dosage scaled up to account for volume should be simple. Under normal circumstances, I’d suggest letting the patients sleep off the Theragen and Felicium, but given the situation... ::Addressing the EMH:: What’s our safest option that we have on stock?
HMMT: I wecommend a wegimine of Purge.
MacKenzie: Last I checked, Purge has be administered via hypospray – I don’t think we can easily aerosolize it… And I’d be very surprised if we have enough of it on hand for everyone that needs it…
Yalu: Even if we did, it would take forever to deliver it to every deck and section.
Jovenan had taken some courses of chemistry and biology at the Academy, yet pharmacy wasn’t her strong suit. She tried to focus on the medical discussion, but she had another urgent worry that was eating her from within.
Jovenan: ::to EMH:: Excuse me, Doctow… Doctor. Have you, uh, has Commander Dakora been here? Or any other officer assigned to the Berlin?
HMMT: Commander Dakowa was just here not ten minutes before you awwived. ::pointing to the other officers:: They have more infowmation.
Jovenan turned to face the two crewmember the Doctor had been pointing at.
Jovenan: Thank you, Doctor!
They approached the two crewmembers. One of them nodded to the Captain as a greeting.
MacKenzie: Did Commander Dakora say where they were headed?
Renirs: Yup. We were with them, grandpa Dakora, baby-fighter Osuna and Doc Jones. That lady over there ::points at Vailani:: came through this chute all bruised up, so they went down the same way to get beaten up as well.
Kliss’lai: Response?
It had been a relieve that Hiro and Commander Dakora, as well as Lt Osuna, had found their way to a safe location such as the sickbay, but the news of them leaving did nothing to alleviate her worry. The injured ensign on the biobed implied she had faced the pirates, and now Jovenan’s friends and colleagues were after the boarders. She hoped they were careful and wouldn’t get hurt.
The Captain didn’t dwell on the issue but resumed.
MacKenzie: Doctor, Lieutenant… We need a better solution than Purge and ::sideeyes the muppet:: I don’t trust our EMH to be very helpful right now.
Jovenan: So Purge wouldn’t be suitable for our needs in this situation?
The Captain shook her head.
MacKenzie: Let’s assume Purge isn’t an option, nor is being able to go deck by deck inoculating everyone, especially while the ship isn’t secure. What else is there?
Yalu: The transporters? ::beat:: If we can’t get the treatment to the crew, we can bring the crew to the treatment. Beam to one place and treat them. Or Berlin could help us coordinate an evacuation.
Sadar: Ordinarily that would be a possibility - transporting the crew to Sickbay for treatment - but with how the ship’s systems has been behaving, I hesitate to trust anything outside of Sickbay’s independent systems.
Jovenan: Our environment might also prevent the Berlin from assisting us much. Dropping our shields for them to beam people around for an extensive period might be risky. We’re still in the Nebula.
Commander Yalu nodded. If only they had had the full computer system operational, they could solve the problem in no time. Transporter were really a powerful tool. Sadar kept looking for an answer with the EMHs.
((OOC: Michelle seems to have expanded here and left some backtags for Yalu. I’m keeping them here if you want to respond.))
Sadar: Going deck-by-deck may not be an option, but in order to wake the afflicted crew, bringing them here to Sickbay is still the safest approach. If we want to wake them up remotely… ::to the HMMT:: ADTH?
HMMT: ADTH - a stimulant deployable via life support systems. Last used-
Sadar: ::interrupts:: Is the combination of ADTH and Naloxone safe for inhalation by humanoids affected by Theragen and Felicium?
HMMT: There’s no basis to suggest that would be dangewous.
Jovenan shifted her gaze from each of them. The Captain had said she didn’t entirely trust the EMH, but she couldn’t tell how accurate his analysis had been.
MacKenzie/Yalu: Response
Sadar: The lethargy caused by the remaining Felicium can be addressed with Formazine, yes?
HMMT: Within safe pawameters.
There was always a risk in everything the Starfleet did, but Jovenan would have surely liked hearing more about how extensive the “safe pawameters” were.
Yalu: Response
Sadar: Once the gas is safely stored in the quarantine suite, we can experiment with whether we can disable the Felicium component remotely, but that might take a while. I can wake the crewmen remotely, but that will lead to possibly dozens of Felicium-affected crewmen milling about the decks.
Jovenan nodded. Sadar was a young Doctor and a new Ensign, but she seemed skilled and reliable. They’d manage this, somehow.
Yalu: One other thing. If it is genetically engineered Suliban we’re dealing with, there’s the possibility that they can impersonate members of the crew. They could be any one of us.
The idea made shivers run down her spine. Jovenan had been a new-born during the Dominion War, and it hadn’t affected her homeworld, but she had read about it. The War was an integral part of the modern history of the Federation, and the Changeling scare was a thing the older people still regularly talked about. When you couldn’t trust your neighbour, your community leaders nor the birds on your garden trees. Anyone could be a Changeling spy, collecting information, waiting for a word of a next target to assassinate. It could even be you.
Jovenan: ::nervous:: Well, uh, not any of us, right? We’ve been together for a while now.
MacKenzie: Response
Yalu: The infiltrators must want something from us. From the ship. If they just wanted to destroy us they’d have done it already. ::beat:: No, there’s something on board Artemis, somewhere in these middle decks, that they’re willing to go to desperate lengths to get.
That made sense. This wasn’t a war or a battle to death with the Suliban, if it was, it would be over already. These people were looking for something, perhaps an item or component. They were robbing them of their valuables. Oh, they really are pirates!
Yalu: Our computer cores? ::beat, shakes head:: They’d have to take the ship apart to get to them. ::glances across to EMH:: It’s definitely not that.
Jovenan wondered what might be something worth robbing on the nearby decks. The security and tactical centres were just below them. Were they looking for weapons? The science centre was on Deck 9. They had some valuable scientific equipment, non-public data, and rare chemicals in the laboratories. What could it be?
Sadar turned to her to talk about their next move. Jovenan noticed that Commander Yalu had got closer to the Captain, and they were whispering something. What was so sensitive the junior officers couldn’t hear it?
Sadar: Well, regardless of how we’ll mitigate the gas, it’s neither here nor there if the gas is still trapped through Deck 7. How will we move it into the quarantine suite, Sir? Through vents or through Sickbay itself?
Their plan had had some complications, but for now the key parts of it still stood. Those were not to be forgotten, even if the complications required their attention.
Jovenan: The sickbay has independent environmental controls, so venting the gas in should work. We should be able to suck it in and release in the isolation suites.
She floated to an interface that controlled the sickbay environmental conditions. While on the way, she spotted the CMO’s console. It had EPS conduits pulled out and haphazardly attached to a small device, which seemed to have burnt by the electro-plasma. She wondered what was that about.
Yalu/MacKenzie/Sadar: Response
Verifying the isolation suites were empty, Jovenan had them sealed before initiating a procedure that emptied them completely of air. As the rooms decompressed slowly, she prepared the controls to open the vents to the corridor and suck the gas in.
Jovenan: We’re ready to remove the gas from the corridors. That should clear this deck for good and trap the gas from the upper decks to a smaller space.
Yalu/MacKenzie/Sadar: Response
Jovenan: Do we have any information about the situation on the lower decks?
Yalu/MacKenzie/Sadar: Response
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Lieutenant JG Jovenan
Science officer
USS Artemis-A
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