Lieutenant Jack Kessler - Still getting over the plague
Joel Cannistraro
((Shuttlecraft Kepler, Ross-580 system))
Whatever had appeared, whatever the object was, whatever the projection had been; it disrupted Jack's equilibrium and in an unusual way. He was used to extreme pressures, to high altitude skydiving, wingsuit flying and many other activities that pushed the limits of the body's abilities and stressors. He had never lost consciousness to something like this before. In fact he had never lost consciousness for any unknown reason before.
Voices were heard. Muffled and distant but he was aware that someone was speaking, actually several voices were but where were they. Were they close, were they distant? Where was he? The confusion was just as confounding as what he felt. His body felt as if it had light shifting sand dancing across his skin. It did not scratch or itch but it was there and somewhat annoying but interestingly unusual all at the same time/
Shortrith: It doesn't look like he's bleeding, thankfully. However, the area is most likely going to bruise at least.
Kel: Dr. La Croix, Hyronalyn all around if you please
That was V'Len. He recognized the tone and cadence of the voice. The first voice was not as recognizable.
De La Croix: Of course, Captain, of course, perhaps after I'm done you'd like me to serve a round of gimlets as well?
O'Connor: Response
Shortrith: Can someone pass me my tricorder? I just want to scan him to ensure everything inside is okay.
Wren: Here ::holding it out to them:: Sir, our shield is down to six percent, but the noise and lightshow seems to have stopped. No answer to the hail, though…
Kel: Thank goodness for small blessings. Ian route power to the transporters.
De La Croix: Transporters? Through that maelstrom of particle instability? If you're trying to kill whatever is aboard that ship I'm sure there's an easier way.
O'Connor: Response
Shortrith: ::accepting the tricorder:: Cheers.
Kel: ::hapily:: Thank you Dr. La Croix. Ensign Wren can we get a lock on those life forms.
De La Croix: Of course Captain...now if you'd like one of those gimlets you'd just have to show me where the gin is kept aboard this little vessel. Or I suppose vodka would suffice...we are roughing it, after all. Perhaps that little Ferengi could dig it out for us...if someone bothers to let him out of the floor that is.
oO You call this roughing it? It's just another day. Oo
O'Connor: Response
Wren: I'm doing preliminary scans on the object. As far as the computer can tell, it is a ship, but like everything else, the information is jumbled up.
De La Croix: I'm no engineer...thankfully...but I have plenty of experience with experiments that have had...less than ideal outcomes. In my opinion we're looking at some sort of test...and I'm guessing it was a failure. Unless someone around here is trying to invent a new and, admittedly, creative way to die of radiation poisoning.
oO That voice is annoying. Who is it? I wish they would shut up. Where is Kel, why am I stuck in this fog? Oo
Shortrith: I'd rather that not be the case, honestly.
O'Connor: Response
Wren: Flight controls have been locked to autopilot, but we're not going anywhere yet. Dr. De La Croix, is Poagie okay?
De La Croix: Seems fine to me dear. Aural overload...quite debilitating for those with overdeveloped lobes. I suspect they'll be up and around...with a sizable headache...in a few minutes.
Kel: Come on. Come on.
The voices were getting a bit clearer, more distinguishable. V'Len's voice was closer and more defined. oO Stay focused on him Jack, stay focused. Oo
De La Croix: Perhaps we should put up some sort of containment field...you know, for...the safety of the crew.
Shortrith: What if the new people need help?
O'Connor: Response
Kzinti: We did not need help. ::coughing eratically::
Wren: well then why are you here??
Kel: Indeed what are you doing in this system.
Suliban: There was ::panting:: an accident.
The sandy sensation over Jack's body started to subside. Voices were much more clear and he was feeling more present in his own body. He could feel the deck plating beneath him and someone at his side. His fingers touched the decking and moved a bit, feeling what was beneath him.
De La Croix: A failed experiment...who could've possibly suspected such a thing....
That voice was still annoying and the Jack felt the compulsion to the try and speak but his voice, his mouth and body did not respond. He head rung out in pain, as if he had stuck it inside a Suarian Brandy Bottle and let it soak for a few days. Not that he'd ever had admitted to being that hung over before. The thought brought an inner smile to him and he wanted to chuckle but nothing materialized.
Shortrith: There have been lots of failed experiments in these reaches, if memory serves.
O'Connor: Response
Kel: What kind of vessel is this?
De La Croix: And what sort of accident? Our ability to treat you may depend entirely on your answers.
Shortrith: We're here to help.
Wren/O'Connor: Response
Suliban: ::panting:: Not a vessel. ::throwing up:: It's the lid.
oO Who's voice is that? Oo
Kel: Dr. Shortirth, see what you can do for him. O'Connor get us back to the Ronin.
De La Croix: I suppose I'll check on our...other patients. Hopefully the tricorder will be a bit less disagreeable with those two.
Wren: Both engines are receiving now, we should be good to go as long as we don’t push them too hard.
Shortrith: ::To De La Croix, genuinely:: Good luck.
O'Connor: Response
Kel: Well? How are Kessler and Poagie?
Wren: Holding steady. ::looking at the Suliban:: We’re approaching the Ronin now, sir. I’ve sent them an update on our situation, do we need to warp them directly to sickbay?
De La Croix: Mr. Kessler seems to be particularly sensitive to radiation exposure...I'd like to run some followup scans once we're back aboard the ship just to be certain there's no long term mitochondrial damage. It is the warp core of the cell, of course.
oO I really wish this one would stop talking. Nails on chalkboard would be more preferable. Oo
De La Croix: This one shouldn't suffer any permanent hearing damage...in no small part due to the Ensign's quick thinking. ::She nodded magnanimously towards Wren:: You should shove people into things more often Ensign, it's clearly working for you. Regardless...they'll be up and around before we get back to the Ronin. They'll just be a bit sensitive to noise for the next few days.
Shortrith: I'll be sure to keep an eye on them while they recover.
Jack could feel more of his body now, more of his hands, feet, neck and the sandy sensation was almost gone. He could feel his eyelids trying to part as he struggled to open them. and then light, the cabin light began to hit his retina and he could feel his face contort as he tried to open his mouth.
Kessler: ::slowly opening his eyes and lifting his head:: I will be fine Doc as soon as we put the lid back on De La Croix.
oO Wait, did I think that or did I say that? Oo
O'Connor/Kel: Response
Wren: I’ll let them know…. That’s strange… It’s still a little fuzzy, and I can’t glean any details, but the mood on the ship seems to have changed. It feels lighter than before.
Shortrith: … Lighter?
Jack tried sitting up and pushed himself, with the help of someone to a sitting position.
Kessler: ::holding his head:: Commander, the light, the sound. That was not natural. I felt others. Other people. Did someone get a full resolution scan of the event? Have them compile it right away.
Jack continued to hold his throbbing head.
O'Connor/Kel: Response
De La Croix: As you wish. I'll make sure all the data I've gathered is properly sorted and organized before sending it along. It's a dreadful jumble right now. I assume those gimlets are still out of the question? Pity.
She clapped her hands and Jack's head felt like it was about to explode. He was starting to wish he had brought a roll of old Earth duck tape with him. He had read it had many great application qualities and perhaps he had an idea or two for its use here.
De La Croix: Well, wasn't that just bracing! I must admit to finding this all quite invigorating. ::She glanced down at her boots:: Well, mostly invigorating. Does anyone happen to know a good cobbler in this sector? I find myself in need of one.
Wren: =/\= Kepler to Ronin, we’re docking now. We need an emergency medical transport for three to sickbay, expect a new guest. =/\=
Shortrith: ::to themself:: Let's do this.
Kessler: ::leaning back on the deck:: Hey Shortrith. I don't think I am completely over that Tarellian Modified treatment.
Jack opened his eyes and looked over to the Cardassian doctor. He knew she would check him over but that Modified Tarellian virus had played hell on Jack and his initial thought was that he was still recovering from it's deepened affects on him. At the same time he wanted to know who the new voices were in the cabin and as he looked around he caught sight of two individuals he did not recognize. He locked his gaze on them both. Trying to study their features, their body language and their clothing. He looked them up and down and saw no immediate signs of weapons but that did not mean they did not have something on them. He trusted his security teams would ensure no weapons were present on these two as the shuttle touched down in the Ronin's bays.
O'Connor/Kel: Response
[Tags/End Act 1 for Jack Kessler]