Ensign T’Fearne - The Musashi Incident: Ground Zero
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The air reeked of a foul, aquatic stench, but at least the Ferengi officer had already alerted medical for the distressed Antedian, and a containment team were on the way. Ensign T’Fearne leapt back from the quarters, leaning against the bulkhead for support, she slapped her comm.
T’Fearne::: gasping:: =/\= Security to Ops… biohazard in Room 0404, Deck 8 and Starboard corridor sector 4….Environmental suits should probably be worn as a precaution. Please advise the crew to stay sealed in their quarters or avoid the area until further notice. =/\=
Her eyelids strained, and fluid began expelling from her tear ducts to protect her eyes. She was feeling dizzy, and lightheaded from the stench. However, she was not sure if that was from holding her breath or the putrification coming from the Antedian’s quarters. If she didn’t get away from the compartment, she feared she might become a casualty in the situation, and she could forget about her dinner plans.
oO Alyndra and I will need to move quarters! Sybil, too, probably. This deck isn't viably habitable anymore.Oo
T’Fearne::: looking at the Ferengi officer:: Are you going to stay here with...your roommate?
Poagie: Was that humor? Of course we both stuck here for now ‘til we are bio-cleared… but there is no way I can keep living with Aqua-stench here. Do you have any idea how much this is gonna cost me? I’ll need to disintegrate everything in there and find a new place to live. Nagus, trying to sublet this room is going to be a nightmare. Do you have a roommate? Maybe we can just swap.
T’Fearne: This is not a jesting matter!
Without waiting for further conversation, she turned and tried to flee down the corridor.
Poagie: Is that a yes? I can draw up a standard contract now.
She only made it a few steps with the Ferengi officer following closely before his question registered and she spun, hand still clamped over her nose.
T’Fearne: Wait, what? I meant are you helping with the quarantine zone or staying to help the…er… your roommate? :: swallowing convulsively:: I’ll help…cordon off the area…from over there…warn crew away…need to wear environmental suite.
She thought for a moment that he was clutching for her sleeve and rolled her shoulder away from his grip, his voice weedling in an attempt at persuasion that grated on her ears.
Poagie: C’mon, you’ll probably not even miss her… you can’t have even known her that long, right? Look, throw in some Risan Spring Dune Grass incense for her. It’ll smell like the beach in there. She’ll love it.
The stench was starting to give her a headache, and now this noisome neighbour to the sector was going on at her about crew quarters arrangements while his roommate was in distress and she was trying to secure the area. His voice was like a cheese grater on her sensitive ears.
T’Fearne: Ensign Poagie! Do I look like Ops to you? :: Looking down at her gold uniform and holding up her hand:: Don’t answer that! Why don't you take the other end of the corridor and make sure no one comes into the biohazard zone.
But the science officer seemed to be very focused on his living situation. His voice shifted in pitch to a that made her wince.
Poagie: You’re going to make me grovel aren’t you? I must say you are a tougher negotiator than I would have guessed. Fine, she still gets the incense and you get me, a discount birthday dinner coupon at Chez Pierre’s on Ferenginar and my Granny Inka’s galaxy wide renowned Drunkin’ Beetle Porridge recipe.
He stepped in front of her, leaning in with an earnest demeanour, she took a few steps back towards the contaminated quarters.
T’Fearne::: coughing:: Ensign!...That is not a temptation in the slightest…You are welcome to try and convince my roommate to agree. I strongly doubt she…
Just then, several figures clad in protective suits rounded the corner, stepping confidently through the miasma leaking down the corridor. The one in the lead was distinctive and recognisable as the suite had been modified to accommodate a regal fifth limb.
oO Oh, thank the deities! Oo
Lorana: :: clears throat :: Apologies Ensigns :: raised her arms :: Don't let us interrupt this special moment. I believe humans call this a meet-cute. Next time I would suggest the Holodeck :: serious :: What's going on here, Ensign Poagie?
The anticipation of relief T’Fearne was feeling from the situation, and the odious ensign was rapidly crushed as the connotation of the acting CSO’s comment dawned on her.
oO No! You’re not! We didn’t… I’m not…uhn! Oo
Lorana: Galloway, you focus on taking samples. Culo, run safety on the environment :: she looked to T'Fearne and Poagie and smiles :: I'll focus on these two. How are you both feeling?
She waited for Poagie to report to his superior as the Commander readied her PADD.
Poagie: Unfortionately, I’ve been worse.
She had removed her hand from her face in the presence of senior officers.
T’Fearne: A nasal dampener from medical shortly will help, I’ll be fine till then.
Red-clad science officer swarmed past them into the room. Sortly followed by the arrival of Dr Beck toting a useless coffee cup and, finally, her most recent Ronin acquaintance—apart from Poagie—Ensign Evinrude with an Ops team. The room and corridor were suddenly clogged with at least ten beings.
Evinrude: Pardon me. Evinrude, here, Operations. Do you need any assistance?
Beck: Wow, this looks like quite the party.
Poagie: Clam bake gone bad. Right, clam bakes are an earth thing, right.
Lorana turned to Evinrude.
Lorana: Glad to have you here Ensign. :: indicates herself :: Lt Commander Lorana, this is Ensigns Poagie and T’Fearne. I believe you’ve met Doctor Beck? We need to isolate the source of the contamination, which may be linked to the replicator issues the Ronin has been plagued by.
The Vulcazoid exchanged as friendly a nod with Beck and Evinrude as she could manage, though she wasn't feeling up for pleasantries.
Evinrude: Commander Lorana? Pleasure to meet you. ::He held himself back from a friendly handshake, respecting hazard protocols.:: My team here can help with that, absolutely.
T'Fearne::: slightly strained, sharing her security information:: Hopefully, all crew in the sector are temporarily secured in their quarters and have gotten the warning to keep clear of this corridor for now.
The Doctor squeezed past and in to see the patient.
Beck: You still with us, Kor?
From outside the room T’Fearne’s keen hearing picked up the conversation.
k’Oar-€l: This one is present and accountant four dock whore. The poor scription you materialized seemed to expel all the bio secretions from numerous orifices simultaneously. This one has a bad taste in the gills.
T’Fearne winced slightly as the translator minced the ensign's sentence to something disgusting and vaguely offensive sounding.
oO Is there a glitch with the universal translators as well as the replicators? Oo
Beck made a grunting huff and then the soft sounds of a tricorder scanning.
Poagie: ::peeking his head in the doorway:: So what’s the deal, Doc. Can you turn off the stench or what?
Beck: He told me he'd eaten some zooplankton alfredo when he'd called me a little bit ago. Probably worth having one of your guys double-check the replicator settings.
Evinrude: Actually, sir, I was hoping to get in there, ::he said, tilting his head towards the door to room 0404,:: and pull the logs from that replicator. I've been tracking down the source of our malfunctions, and this could be our second allergic reaction.
Lorana: Get to it, Ensign. Last thing we need is for this to spread any further.
T'Fearne caught a flash of sympathy as Evinrude squeezed past and into the room and she felt her ear tips getting hot and green with a new kind of embarrassment. The Blue incident had been unfortunate, and she was trying not to dwell on it. She didn’t seem to have much luck with anything blue—best to stick to green.
((Inside Quarters, Room 0404, Deck 8, USS Ronin))
The small conference of rubbery-red-clad officers began to squeeze into the tiny two-person quarters. Evinrude’s team squeakily jostling over the replicator with Luxa’s scientists, and Beck attending to the Antedian exchange officer.
Beck: Unfortunately, it looks like our friend here is potentially allergic to the medicine I prescribed - so that on top of the, uh, expulsion he's got going on is not doing anyone any favors right now.
Poagie: Can’t we just beam him into some kind of containment field then? Preferably one on another deck or even better outside the ship?
Lorana: Absolutely not Poagie :: grits her teeth :: You declared a biohazard. We secure the area, ensure it’s safe and limit the risk of contamination to the rest of the ship. Remind me to go over Biohazard Safety Protocols with you. :: low enough so that only Poagie can hear :: If I find out you did this to avoid our meeting, I’m going to pay the auditors to review your accounts.
Evinrude: Are you in much pain? Can you tell me if there was anything...off about the zooplankton alfredo?
The Antedian didn’t seem capable of answering at that moment. Unsure if this could be related but drawn reluctantly into the room and the conversation with her small piece of information.
T'Fearne::: Shrugging slightly in apology:: Not an answer to your question, Evinrude, but as you mentioned, the replicator did have that glitch when we met where it produced a slightly-toxic-to-Vulcanoids Bolian fruit instead of a macchiato. Maybe this is a continuation of that malfunction?
Beck: Nothing in his medical file suggested he'd have that kind of allergy, but I think it's my fault - I prescribed something I'd give to one of the rest of us to stop up the flow, and his physiology is remarkably different from ours.
Poagie: Wonderful, remind me never to come to you with a lobe infection.
Luxa squeezed her way into the quarters, crossing to study Tess's work at the replicator, peering through her hazard suit helmet over his shoulder.
Lorana: Is this related to the replicators?
Tess nodded, hefting his scanner in Lorana's direction, and responded with an odd query.
Evinrude: Commander...are there any other Antedians aboard the Ronin?
Though he hadn’t asked her specifically, T’Fearne needed the distraction of something to do. Stepping to his side, she quickly performed a search on the ship's crew manifest and showed the PADD screen results.
T'Fearne: Initial security records show acting ensign k'Oar-€l to be the only Antedian currently serving aboard.
She felt a sudden, almost collective wave of relief that echoed strangely in her mind. Looking around, there didn’t seem to be a source.
oO Curious Oo
The Doctor suddenly spoke up with a confident tone.
Beck: I think I can come up with a concoction to fix the issue, but it's gonna take me a few. Don't mind me.
He picked up the tricorder and began to go over the scans.
The emotional aura of relief bloomed again in the room like a reverse echo when Beck said he was working on a fix. This time it was clearer.
oO That is weird, that’s not usually how that works, am I starting to hallucinate emotions? I need to get out of here! Oo
Poagie: Of course not, why would I possibly mind you making this worse.
The Vulcazoid turned her focus on ensign Poagie, for a moment and like other Ferengi she had encountered, was treated to a blank zone. No empathic aura at all, just a void. It was momentarily peaceful.
oO Maybe Poagie is not as odious as the first encounter suggests. Oo
They were all interrupted by a new voice from the doorway.
Syrex: Errr… What on Trill is going on in here?
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((OOC: Just catching up here, tags in part 2))
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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