Lt Jania Nis - Have coffee will function
Jania Nis
((Sickbay - Deck 05 - USS Octavia E. Butler))
There are moments in life where you know you are too strung out and exhausted for a cup of coffee to wake you up, but you also know that without a cup of coffee, you will slowly melt into a shimmering puddle as your colleagues stare at you. It’s possible Jania was already melting. That’s what it felt like, anyway. How many adrenaline spikes had she had since the last time she slept? How many bodies had she seen? How many more would she see if she didn’t figure out this poison?
Jania walked to the replicator and got a cup of coffee. Espresso. An earth brand a friend at the academy had recommended. Anyone watching may have thought Jania was calm, even absurdly so given the vibe in sickbay, but the last few hours were catching up with her.
Katsim: Have you examined the chemical composition? It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before.
After sipping the coffee and setting it down, Jania rubbed her face. She wanted to scream, “No we haven’t examined the composition--someone put a knife to my throat!” But Peri hadn’t been here for that, and it wouldn’t have made any difference if she had been. The fact was, the composition needed to be analysed. Luckily, Nurse Assata Nijah had been doing that exact thing, but the results had been inconclusive, and the violence had messed up the machine’s calibration.
Nis: As of right now, we haven’t figured out much. It’s a complicated poison, that’s for sure.
Katsim: We need to break it down to its simplest components.
Nodding, Jania approached Assata, who sat with her back to them focused on a computer screen. But before she could tell her to follow Peri’s advice, Sam approached them.
Woolheater: Commander, Lieutenant, apologies for the interruption. There are four fresh Marines here to secure Sickbay. The rest of the fire team is out in the corridors. No phaser fire in here. Sergeant Torvik is the lead. I’ll be setting a perimeter and securing this deck. If you need me, well, I’ll be close by.
Nis: Thank you, Lieutenant Woolheater. You’ve been a gem. :: turning to Peri :: Unfortunately the machine’s calibration was thrown off when we were attacked. We’ll likely need another blood sample so we can start over.
Sam nodded and then excused himself to leave them alone to work.
Katsim: I recommend we take it from Vuq. Of all of them here, he’s the most severely affected.
It was likely Peri was talking about the biggest Dosi in the room, though she hadn’t known his name was Vuq. This man, for all his size, was in the worst shape by far, and a nurse stood by him delivering a seemingly endless supply of anti-convulsants. Jania nodded sharply and took a deep breath. She hoped she wasn’t about to have another blade pressed against her throat.
Woolheater: ::looks at Sgt Torvik:: Watch him!
Nis: :: gritting her teeth :: It’s fine. We’re sure this is fine.
She glanced at Nurse Zeka, who picked her fingernails nervously at the sight of her boss approaching the mercenary.
Katsim: Woolheater, keep guard on Doctor Nis.
Nis: Shouldn’t take more than a moment.
Katsim: Response?
Was Sam still there? The closer she got to Vuq, the more she felt her eyes darting to make sure she wasn’t alone. But this man was barely alive. He was comatose. She had nothing to fear.
Woolheater: Aye, Commander. I’ve got the Doc covered. ::to Sgt Torvik:: Sergeant, rotate your post to the north access and keep those mercs in your sights. I’ll take close protection for the doc.
And that made it even more true: There was nothing to fear. She lifted the syringe to take a blood sample … and the Dosi’s eyes burst open.
Nis: Eep!
She nearly dropped the syringe. The man groaned.
Katsim: Response
Seeing the problem, Sam slung his rifle and went to the head of the biobed. There, he put one hand on Dosi’s forehead and the other on his shoulder to help steady him.
Woolheater: Easy now, medics are trying to help you.
With a deep breath, Jania raised the needle. Looking into his eyes, she realized he was barely coherent. The eyes were glass. He wasn’t a threat. Maybe he didn’t even realize she was standing in front of him.
Nis: We’ll just take a little blood.
After extracting what she needed, she returned it to Assata for processing. Once again, an image of the poison appeared on their screen. Although a fine diagnostician, Jania was not specifically a poison expert. As if she knew what she was thinking, Peri leaned over and spoke.
Katsim: Response?
Basics, sure. A basic question popped into her head: Organic or synthetic? She rubbed her chin.
Nis: It doesn’t look synthetic. :: pointing to the screen :: Look at the variation in the structure here.
Woolheater/Katsim: Response
Nis: Mhmm, our thoughts exactly.
Woolheater/Katsim: Response
Nis: If it’s something from Zet Prime, there’s no way of knowing, but if he acquired it on New Bajor, we may have the source in our database.
Woolheater/Katsim: ResponseLieutenant Jania Nis
Chief Medical Officer of Physical Health
USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850
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