Lt. Corey Wethern - Twilight Zone

[Corey Wethern]

((Main Sickbay Meeting Room - Starbase 118))

Drex: ::To Voss:: Let’s continue with the geological analysis. Any patterns in the soil composition or mineral distribution that could help us understand environmental stressors or the original terrain would be useful. What do you have?

Lyra turned to the Denobulan to answer his question, but stopped for a moment. Corey raised an eyebrow himself.

She shook her head and started to respond, Wyn piped in. 

Foster: How does geological analysis help us prevent space-flu in a massive civilian population on the biggest StarBase in the sector?

That was a little sharp for Wyn he was normally the mellow one.

Voss: Well, being able to recreate the planet’s environment will give us better insight into any seasonal patterns that may drive disease, including things like illnesses spread by insects or animals. We can also better analyse how profoundly affected the environment and the people were by the massive increase in airborne particulates after the orbital fires. And an accurate, comprehensive geological analysis can be an important basis for those simulations. Obviously, it’s not worth getting too far in the weeds, but a little detail can go a long way. 

Wethern: I have to admit I am getting a little lost, I thought we were preparing for the Ameoneians arrival. Drex is this going somewhere?

Drex: Core samples at multiple depths... that’s the only way to be sure. I need to see the layers, the composition, everything. Do we have them already?

Now Lyra’s head snapped back to the Denobulan. .

Corey had felt maybe he had missed something 

Foster: No, we do not have any core samples.

Voss: Um… yeah, that’s… the Ameoneians didn’t send core samples, but that’s… if we do get a scientific exchange going, I’m sure we could ask for some, and uh… ::trailing off::

Wethern: Ok, alright everyone what on the name of James T Kirk is everyone talking about?

Drex: If we can get core samples at several depths, we’ll have a much clearer picture of how stable the substrate really is. ::Gesturing towards the PADD:: Do you see any areas where the soil or mineral layering might require extra attention?

Foster: I literally have no clue what you are talking about.

Lyra threw a deeply perplexed look at Dr. Wethern.

Corey started to realise it wasn't him. 

Wethern: Drex maybe we leave the samples for a while. 

Corey was keen not to agitate the crew member. 

Voss: Should we…? I mean, we’re trying to nail down more information about this Ameoneian flu we may have to deal with, and while we wait for the blood samples, we’re running an environmental simulation. That’s… that's what we all agreed to do. Right?

Commander Foster immediately spun around to face her.

Foster: Not you, too… that doesn’t make any sense either.

Voss: No, no, it does make sense. Why you think it doesn’t make sense is what doesn’t make sense.

Corey wasn't sure who was on the right page now. 

Wethern: Commander Foster, the plan was to focus on the samples in preparation for the arrival of the delegates. 

Wethern/Drex: ?

This whole conversation was making her head spin. Commander Foster had… forgotten? The conversation they were just having? And his thoughts were so… why did they feel so different? Like the entire tenor had changed to something frenetic and brash. On edge.

Foster: I think they’re both loopy.

Corey moved to get a tricorder. 

Voss: Okay, this is… ::looking between the three men:: something weird is happening here. Are you all feeling okay? Faint, feverish, lightheaded?

 

Wethern: Ok everyone, lets take a moment. Foster, Drex how you feeling? 

Drex: ?

The commander looked calmly at Dr. Wethern, as if this were something to be calm about.

Foster: Don’t worry, I’m totally fine. ::he paused and he thought about that:: Ok, maybe I’m not totally fine. But I also haven’t completely lost my mind.

Voss: ::with her hands on her hips, deeply confused:: Oh good, that’s very reassuring…

Wethern: Sir, you are acting a little bit eccentric....well more than usual. 

Drex: ?

And then something profoundly shifted in Commander Foster’s mind. She’d never sensed anything like it before. It was as though he fell into himself, deeply and completely. In the space of a breath, his eyes lost their focus, his gaze softened, his mouth loosened, and then, just as suddenly, he snapped back. He turned to them with utter incredulity. 

Foster: What in the seven layers of Gre'thor is going on here?

Corey chuckled a little at the absurdity. 

Voss: Yeah. That’s a very good question. Dr. Wethern, did that nurse make it down to Lieutenant Voxa? And should we start running brain scans or something?

Corey checked the PADD

Wethern: Not yet but suspect we are going to find something similar. 

Drex: ?

She stood up and paced a few steps away from the computer. . 

Voss: So, Commander. What do you think is going on here? Walk me through the last ten minutes or so.

Foster: ?

Corey unfolded the tricorder and started it ping.

Wethern: Let's go one step further. Name and rank as well. 

Foster/Drex: ?

Voss: How is everyone else feeling? Confused? Headachy? Anything?

Wethern: Oh wow that's an interesting blast from the past. :to voss: they seem to have regressed. Have our guests docked?

Drex/Foster: ?

 

She went back to one of the monitors and pulled up docking information. 

Voss: Looks like the Ameoneians docked about thirty minutes ago and actually entered the station quite recently. I know we don’t have much information yet, and it might be a bad look, but should we tell the diplomatic team they may want to get everyone into a quarantine zone?

Wethern: Nothing showing up on preliminary scans. Until we get to the bottom of this no one leaves sickbay. Let's call the welcome wagon and see what is going on no need to panic so far. 

Drex/Foster: ?

Wethen: Voss. We need to prepare in case these two are just first and it affects us both. Document everything and lockdown this sector of sickbay. 

Voss: ?

Drex/Foster: ?

Corey sighed. 

Wethern: Also find them an assignment to keep them busy. 

Drex/Foster/Voss: ?

Corey moved to a side of the room slightly out of earshot. 

Wethern: =/\= Wethern to Fairhug or Ross =/\=

Fairhug/Ross: (whoever is available)

Wethern: =/\= Yeah we have a slight situation in sickbay. Foster and Drex have started to what all I can say is regress. It's like babysitting cadets. =/\=

Fairhug/Ross: 

Wethern: =/\= We will look into it but suggest we keep our guests at least away from sickbay for now until we know what is going on. =/\=

Corey wandered back to the group. 

Wethern: Right where are we up to? 

Voss/Drex/Foster: ?

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Lt Corey Wethern

Chief Medical Officer 

Starbase 118 Ops

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