Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Peak Efficiency

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Cargo Bay 1 – Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))

 

Morgan, Bancroft, and K’Wara stood in the middle of Cargo Bay 1, assessing both its contents and its capacity to serve as a triage center. Without knowing how many people they’d need to accommodate, it was difficult to get a handle on how they should best prepare. They’d have to make their best guess, but either way, the preparation would need to start with an emptying of the cargo bay.

Morgan: You think we’re going to be able to make due with one cargo bay, or are we going to need two? How many people does the bridge think we’re expecting?

K’Wara: The damage report from the Boraxian vessel said the damage wasn’t ‘too severe’, but it looks like the Ship flew nosefirst into a solar storm. Captain’s recommendation is two, and I have to concur. That being said…

K’Wara gestured to all the cargo filling the bay… The implication was clear.

 

Bancroft: ::quiet aside to Morgan:: Chief, even if we recall everyone, splitting across four sites will dilute coverage. My recommendation is to keep Primary for our crew; use here and secondary for the Boraxians.

Kyle nodded for a good long while, coming to the realization that while he was waiting for someone to speak up and issue a directive, it was he who was the lead officer. The burden of responsibility fell to him.

Morgan: Right, then… Lieutenant, it would be great if you could have your people get all this stuff cleared out of here and into cargo bay two. We’re going to have to try to make this space work and hope that between here and Sickbay we’ve got enough space. Bancroft, what equipment are we going to need?

K’Wara: Well, we’re coming up on the Boraxian Ship now, so I’d say getting that equipment down here should be done sooner rather than later. ::taps combadge:: =/\= LT K’Wara to Transporter Room 3. Petty Officer Bell, please flag the stable cargo in Cargo Bay 1 for transport to Cargo Bay 2. Leave the isotopes and the Puffer Cheese. =/\= 

 

Bancroft: ::quietly, to himself:: Puffer Cheese... Poffertjes, maybe? Volatile, un-transportable poffertjes?

 

Morgan wondered what Bancroft was mumbling about, and whether or not he’d even heard his question. If that guy didn’t come down from orbit soon, Kyle didn’t think he’d make it. …Fortunately, K’Wara returned their attention to the two doctors as the cargo started being transported to the other bay.

 

K’Wara: Is the equipment you need safe for transport, or do I need to send a hovercart to get it transported?

Bancroft: Artemis specs say there should be a breakout module in this bay somewhere – portable cots, sterile field generators, basic meds, diagnostic tools… ::a beat:: It’d be advantageous to have a biobed, but transporter beams tend to scramble the sensor calibration. Hovercart’s safer.

Morgan: Not an efficient option, to be sure…

Kyle looked to Tamio, wondering if there was anything they might be able to do to expedite the process… The ops officer already seemed to be mentally on the job.

 

K’Wara: It would be quicker to have the equipment brought here from Secondary Sickbay down on Deck 12, unless we’ll be utilizing the Emergency Triage Ward down there?

 

Bancroft: Agreed. Lieutenant K’Wara, would your team be able to handle the transfer? ::to Morgan, thoughtfully:: Chief, if it were up to me, I’d recommend leaving Secondary’s ward untouched for overflow; make this our primary triage site. Fewer transfers, better continuity of care.

Morgan: ::nodding:: I agree. We’ll set up shop here.

K’Wara: By concentrating triage on Decks 11 and 12, we’d be limiting the spread of patients and the canvassing area for the security measures to just these two decks... Though, of course, the Deck 7 Medical Facility is far larger than the one on Deck 12.

Bancroft: My recommendation is to keep Primary reserved for Artemis crew. Between here and Secondary, we can cover the Boraxians without compromising readiness.

Kyle hadn’t given the prospect much thought… The whole mission so far seemed pretty benign – help the wounded travelers, repair their ship, everyone goes on their way – the idea that they might find themselves in a situation where Artemis crew members might also become injured and need assistance seemed far away.

Morgan: I suppose that makes sense. What are your recommendations for laying out the space here?

 

Bancroft squinted down at the nearest crate label, obviously not reading it, but rather focusing his mind on the question at hand. …hey, at least he heard him this time.

Bancroft: We can handle minor procedures here, once Lieutenant K’Wara’s team gets that biobed staged. For anything major, Secondary’s surgical suite is ready.

Morgan: We’ll want to keep the transporters clear in case we have a case come through that needs to be transferred quickly.

K’Wara: Response

Bancroft: ::snapping his fingers:: One more item – nutrition. Chief, we don’t know their baseline condition, so I’d recommend assuming deficiency and titrating up from there. Something universal, easy on the system. ::to K’Wara:: Lieutenant, can we stage a few pallets of emergency rations here?

Morgan: ::slightly disappointed:: Rations?

K’Wara: Response

The heavy main doors to the cargo bay split open to reveal several of the other medical officers. Brenn made a beeline for Morgan, PADD in hand. Sif and Jorgenson peeled off, their expressions focused, arms full of equipment cases. 

In a demonstration of peak efficiency, they’d managed to establish the foundation of a field hospital: sterile field generators glowing faintly, scanners chirping awake, cots unfolded into neat rows and columns.

Meris: =/\= Bridge to Triage Center. Stand by to receive Boraxian casualties. Twenty injured beaming over. =/\=

How could that be? Already? Kyle thought they’d have more time to get everything set up and ready. …not that there was ever such a thing as ready or more time. Looking things over, Jorgenson, Sif, and the others worked to get the rest of the equipment setup knowing that time was not on their side.

 

Bancroft: =/\= Acknowledged. =/\= ::to Morgan:: Chief, our team’s ready. Want me on intake triage while you handle the more critical cases? ::to K’Wara:: Lieutenant, may I have a status on that biobed?

 

K’Wara: Response

 

Kyle shrugged. Nothing more they could do at this point.

 

Morgan: Well, Lieutenant, you’re gonna have to get your cheese out of here as far as you can and get that bed in here. We’ll make do with what we have for now. (beat) Bancroft, you’re going to handle making initial assessments and tagging them. Anything respiratory goes to Brenn, Sif will take care of diagnostics, Jorgenson will assist with trauma support, and I’ll take anything serious that might require movement to the Secondary Sickbay.

 

Bancroft: Response

 

Morgan: Because, my dear doctor – as the ranking physician on board, I get first dibs on anything fun.

He offered a cheeky smile.

Morgan: Lieutenant, you’ll want to stay close. …We’re short handed down here – I think 20 people should be manageable between the five of us, but you never know when an extra set of hands will come in handy.

 

K’Wara: Response

 

The sound of the transporter whine filled the air.

Morgan: Alright everyone, let’s move!

K’Wara/Bancroft: Responses

 

 

 

Tag, and TBC!

Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Interim Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A

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