MSNPC PO2C Dominika Ślimak - Special Delivery
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: Dom is having a hard time, her thoughts and comments are just part of the drama, not the thoughts or feelings of the writer.))
((Science Lab 3, Deck 08, USS Compass Rose))
Ślimak: And… authorising the release of inoculant canisters for transport to the Ronin.
The engineering tech fetched them, sleek cylinders glowing with pale blue luminescence and placed them carefully in a case for easy transport.
Roop: Ready for orders, Sir. ::looking to the Lieutenant and letting his triPADD hang down to his waist by its long strap.
T’Fearne: ::Coughing slightly:: Excellent work, both of you. Let’s forward the data to Science and Medical, and get these canisters to the Ronin. There’s a transporter on this deck we can use.
As the officers transferred data and made calls to relevant authorities, Dom’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but her gaze kept drifting back to the Vulcan-Betazoid hybrid. T’Fearne’s posture was rigid, her expression distant. There was a greenish tinge beneath her bronze skin.
Ślimak: ::tentatively:: Lieutenant? Are you…?
Roop had noticed too, concern flickering across his face, but the Lt. waved the concern away.
T’Fearne: I understand that different species can react differently to medicines and compounds. I am a blend of two species. Side effects are to be expected. I will be fine in a moment. Let's proceed.
Dom frowned. To her, the lieutenant looked less recovering and more like a person who’d had too much of Crewman Evan’s Cargo bay Moonshine and was pretending they were not dizzy and fighting it.
T’Fearne: Ensign, there is a difficult task I would like you to take charge of. We are going to the transporter room that we passed on our way here. We will do what we can to quickly, but respectfully beam the deceased crew out of there and to cargobay-three, where we have been gathering deceased crew for later identification and last rites…Crewman Ślimak and I will bring the canisters shortly.
Roop: Yes, Sir. Respectfully as ordered.
He stepped out, lowering the corridor forcefield as he went. Dom looked back at T’Fearne, her eyed starting to glimmer again, but she blinked them away.
Ślimak: No! El-Tee, you don’t have to protect me! It’s horrible, but I’ve already seen the worst. We need to get this ::lifting the case:: to your crew before they end up like…like…Rosie.
((A few moments later - Transporter Room, Deck 08, USS Compass Rose))
Dom had to help the Lt. down the corridor. T’Fearnes weight pressed against her shoulder, the Vulcanoid woman swayed as she walked. The transporter room stank of death and decay Piles of half-decomposed crew members lay on top of one another in a gruesome soup, uniforms stained and fused together in the humid air.
Dom clutched at T’Fearne as the woman leaned more heavily on her shoulder.
T’Fearne: ::Clearing throat:: Dominika…Dom, I know this is difficult. You can wait in the corridor if you need to. There will be time later to mourn their passing and celebrate their bravery in the face of this disaster later, ::she hoped:: but for now we must be respectful and swift.
Swallowing her horror and sorrow, Dom resolutely shook her head.
Ślimak: ::tight-voiced:: I’m ok, sir.
Roop: The Ronin is ready, Sir.
T’Fearne: Then let’s proceed.
The Lieutenant drew her tricorder, swaying slightly as she swiftly documented the scene. Dom tried not to look at the bodies; she didn’t want to know if any of her friends lay here in rotting piles, She wanted to remember them as she knew them in life.
Ślimak: ::hugging herself tight:: I can’t…I can’t believe this happened to so many of us.
Roop: =^= Roop to Ronin. Energize when ready. =^=
As the transporter shimmered to life, blue motes surrounded the bodies, whisking their particles away until the transporter pad cleared of all trace. The room filled with the low hum of fading energy.
Roop: =^= Roop to Ronin. Prepare to reset to beam the satchel of proven successful Rose Pathogen inoculants to your Sickbay. =^=
Roop: Lieutenant, do you wish Crewoman Ślimak to accompany the…LIEUTENANT!?
The lieutenant’s tricorder clattered to the floor as the tall woman swayed ominously.
Ślimak: El-Tee?! Oh no…!
T’Fearne staggered backward, one hand clutching her head. Her knees hit the deck first, then her shoulder, then the rest of her tumbled sideways, form boneless against the deck. Dom rushed forwards and griped the woman's arm, tugging at her as Roop crashed to her other side.
Roop: Help me get her up!
Ślimak: :::panicked:: Shouldn’t we keep her still? Is it even safe to move her?
Dom’s hands worriedly fluttered over the Vulcanoids still form, unsure.
Roop: =^= Roop to Ronin and Commander Kel! The Lieutenant has just collapsed. Belay the transport requested and prepare to beam all three of us to Captain Winter’s Triage Bay on Deck Two!
Raga: =/\= Understood, we’re initiating transport now. =/\=
Roop heaved T’Fearne’s limp form into his arms and staggered onto the pad.
Roop: ::grunting:: On the pad as well, please, Ślimak. ::huff:: With the satchel.
Ślimak: But…what if it’s neurological…
He interrupted.
Roop: Ślimak? I need you to get on this pad. You have the inoculant everyone needs. :shifting his hold on T'Fearne::
Ślimak: ::gritting teeth:: Fine!
Dom bent to collect the inoculant, dropping the phaser she carried and pausing to scoop the weapon back up.
Roop yelled at her impatiently.
Roop: Dom, if she turns to goo because of you, we're BOTH going to come haunt you! Move! Now, Crewoman!
Ślimak: ::Shrill, incredulous:: I…YOU…ARRG!
Clutching the inoculant in her arms, Dom leapt onto the transporter pad and the lights whisked them away as she shook her finger under the engineering officer's nose. He didn’t seem to notice.
Roop: =^= Ronin. Energize! =^=
((Cargo Bay 02, Deck 03, USS Compass Rose))
With a menacing finger still pointing at Roop, and T’Fearne limp and unmoving in his arms, the trio materialised in the cargo bay in front of what felt like a crowd of people. Commander Kel, Michele and Corzy she recognised, But two others had joined their group. The look on their faces was one of grave concern.
Hands reached immediately for T’Fearne, lifting her onto a makeshift biobed.
Dom saw a stasis pod, and she drew in a sharp breath when she saw several of her fellow Rose crew lying in other beds, even the three who had damaged the decon-chamber. They were all still as stone. Dome couldn’t tell if they were sleeping or dead.
Lt. T’Fearne was also motionless and a trickle of green blood ran from one nostril. Dom took a step back, tightly clutching the case with Treatment Seventeen canisters.
Winters: This does not look good.
Kel: She's had an allergic reaction.
The Blue Trill pressed a hypospray to the woman's neck.
oO Wake up El-Tee! Oo
Dom silently urged the woman.
Deacon: We still need to secure the area, especially with something creeping around out there.
Nakada: Well, if it ignites, it would … fry us all. But this can’t spontaneously ignite, someone started this.
Winters: Deacon, can you take the lead on the hostile? I'll back you up as needed but the Commander is going to need medical support here with him.
Roop: ::querying in a reserved caution:: Sick Rose crew putting up a fight, Sir? Chief Kessler is in a statis chamber in the Shuttlebay, Sir, along with six Rose victims. Four have been heavily stunned, two were alive...though miserably.
Ślimak: ::quietly worried:: Is she going to be okay, Commander? She and Ensign Roop tested Treatment Seventeen.
Her words seemed to remind Kel that she and Corzy were still there.
Kel: ::watching T'Fearne:: Winters, send Slimak and Benal directly to sickbay, maybe the can help our people with the material we've sent over.
Winters: Aye sir. ::standing and tapping her combadge:: =/\= Winters to the Ronin. Prepare to receive two Rose crewmembers. ::beat:: Transporter room, lock onto Slimak and Benal and transport them directly to sickbay. =/\=
Dom swallowed hard, fighting the fear of being sent away to a strange ship in the middle of a crisis, but she looked down at the inoculant doses in her grasp and then at Corzy.
Deacon: Catching fire is a bad thing, so we’ll need to get on this asap.
Winters: Good luck you two.
Corzy gave a slow wave.
Ślimak: ::Waving at Michele:: 1Do widzenia!
Then, giving Roop her grandmother’s most fearsome glare, she added a distinctly un-Starfleet gesture that she hoped he fully comprehended.
She instantly felt bad about it.
oO What if he dies…What if I die, and he thinks that I hate him? Oo
Her eyes itched dryly. She was too dehydrated to cry anymore. The motes of light coalesced around her, and then she was gone in a shimmer of blue light.
((Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Dom stared open mouthed at the massive, almost cavernous medical facility. Figures wearing protective gear swarmed around the space, others lay on the biobeds. She and Corzy moved into the space, interlopers with something that could buy them time to find panacea.
Corzy: Response
Ślimak: ::To Corzy:: Their Sickbay is massive! ::Calling out at the medical personnel:: Hey! We’ve got a time-sensitive delivery here!
Rox / Wyla (optional): Response
Dom stared at the medical personnel. They seemed to be in the middle of some sort of conflict or disagreement, too busy arguing to hear her.
Ślimak: ::louder:: Hey, Ronin Crew! ::To Corzy:: They really don't seem to be listening.
Corzy: Response
Rox / Wyla (optional): Response
One of them seemed to be acting erratically, symptoms she had grown used to seeing. Corzy’s scan had confirmed her suspicion. There were Ronin crew already in the symptomatic phase of infection. She had to get through to them quickly.
Dom held up a blue glowing canister of Inoculant, pulled her phaser that she had acquired from Corzy, set it to stun and blasted a harness beam over the heads of the two medical personnel deep in disagreement. The hum cut the air like a knife. That got their attention.
Ślimak: ::phaser in one hand, inoculant in the other:: Commander Kel sent us here to deliver inoculants for the plague! Those not already infected can be protected from the symptoms of the plague. Now, unless you’d prefer to argue yourselves into a coma, somebody start listening!
The two medics froze. The blue glow from the canisters flickered across Dom's face. She huffed and tapped her foot on the ground, lowering the weapon.
Ślimak: ::to Corzy, muttering:: Honestly… Starfleet officers.
Corzy: Response
Rox / Wyla (optional): Response
[Tags / TBC]
((OOC: 1Do widzenia! - Polish - Goodbye!))
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PO2C Dominika Ślimak
Engineering Technician
USS Compass Rose
Simmed by
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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