Ensign Spelvan - Admissible Self-Soothing Techniques
Tara Miner
((Inside the Warehouse - Lower vIq'mItlh City))
After the Starfleet officer had an altercation with Klingons in the warehouse, another Klingon appeared, named Kra'Neth. He was asking after someone named Kartog. There was an explosion and in the commotion, Kra'Neth discovered Kartog, who had been one of the Klingons stunned in the fire-fight from earlier. Neathler stunned Kra'Neth and took an object that he had been holding.
Spelvan completed a more thorough examination on the Klingon and determined him to be more injured than previously thought.
Spelvan: My recommendation is that Kra'Neth should be transported to Sickbay as soon as possible. His injuries are more severe than I originally calculated, and a secure location may be the best location to discover his involvement, if any, to our current investigation.
Their commanding officer seemed concerned. Spelvan was concerned too - examination in a full medbay would be the most efficient way to determine the Klingon's injuries and treat them, whether he was involved with this drug business or not.
Even if the doctor had all of the equipment he needed, he wasn't sure he would have the time required to attend to his patient fully. They still needed to investigate the explosion and the mysterious room, after all. There could be further injuries that needed attending.
Meru glanced at Astrid.
Tahna: Have him transported up, and let the Gorkon know his situation. We have no idea if he’s involved in the drugs, or to what extent.
Auricsdóttir: Understood.
The communications officer tapped her comms badge to call upon the Gorkon.
Auricsdóttir: =/\= Astrid to the Gorkon. We have one Klingon to beam up, they have some injuries to be treated. We do not know how he came by his wounds or if he is involved in any way with our mission. =/\=
Neathler: Response
Spelvan: We should maintain contact with Sickbay as to Kra'Neth's status.
Spelvan said this aloud as a reminder to himself more than anything. He said a quick, silent prayer for the Klingon's recovery as Tahna led the team to the back of the warehouse.
The secret door stood before them, clearly the source of the explosion, smoke curling out from the bottom in an ominous wisp.
The commander tried to open it, but it was locked. She took the device that Kra'Neth had been holding earlier from Neathler.
Tahna: A key, maybe?
Auricsdóttir: We have no idea what might await us on the other side.
Neathler: Response
Spelvan: I do not believe it will be anything good.
The device opened the door and the officers were blasted with a cloud of thick, dark smoke. There was no fire that Spelvan could observe - thankfully, this warehouse appeared to have some fire safety systems in place.
The air smelled like burnt fruit and chemicals - it reminded Spelvan of the time his brother had attempted to bake gespar tarts. Inside the room, there was all kinds of scientific equipment - a chemical laboratory for certain.
Tahna: We’re Starfleet, we mean you no harm. We can help anyone who’s injured.
Neathler: Response
Spelvan: We are here to assist.
Auricsdóttir: :: Half a dozen impolite words came to mind, all that came out was a flat. :: Great.
It was clearly not great, but Spelvan could understand the use of sarcasm at this stressful juncture.
Tahna / Neathler: Response
Spelvan: It will truly be great once this smoke clears.
The officers made their way further into the lab. Astrid did her best to try and access and of the terminals, but it seemed the computer equipment was damaged.
There were bits of fruit everywhere and glass scattered all over the floor as well.
Spelvan followed his colleague as she approached a Klingon sitting against a bench.
Auricsdóttir: Are you okay, do you need help?
The Klingon did not respond or seem to be aware of their presence.
Auricsdóttir: I have a Klingon here who is pretty out of it.
Tahna / Neathler:
Spelvan: I will examine him.
A quick scan with the Vulcan's medical tricorder revealed low CO2 levels - a clear system of hyperventilation, likely caused by the shock of the explosion and the smoke. The Klingon didn't seem to be exhibiting any other distressing symptoms, which was good.
Spelvan: He will be alright. We must get him to fresh air immediately. Could someone please assist me with this?
Auricsdóttir / Tahna / Neathler: Response
One of the other officers helped Spelvan in taking the Klingon out of the lab to the main warehouse. The doctor used the last of his sedatives to ensure that the group would not be interrupted in their investigation of the lab.
The smoke was beginning to dissipate, but alarmingly there did not appear to be anyone else in the room. Spelvan wondered where they were - his tricorder had picked up multiple life signs in this area earlier. There did not seem to be any other doors in the room other than the one they just entered, but there could always be hidden ones.
Spelvan: We should remain on alert. ::he took out his tricorder:: I am not picking up any other lifesigns but there were additional Klingons in this area earlier.
Auricsdóttir / Tahna / Neathler: Response
Breathing deeply was the wrong way to calm his nerves in this situation, so Spelvan began reciting the Starfleet Physician's Oath to himself in his native tongue. Any sort of self-soothing techniques such as this were admissibly logical.
They needed to find out what had happened here - what had caused this explosion? Was it sabotage or an accident? The doctor's foot touched over a square box on the ground, with wires wripped out. It was leaking a mechanical oil of some kind.
Spelvan: I believe I have found something.
Auricsdóttir / Tahna / Neathler: Response
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Ensign Spelvan
Medical Officer
USS-Gorkon
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