Lt. Cmdr. V'Len Kel - Building a mystery
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((Shuttlecraft Kepler, Ross-580 system))
Despite the danger V'Len had managed to transport the life forms present on the unknown craft into the Kepler. O'Connor had seen to it that there was a containment field erected to shield the new arrivals. Both looked to be in bad shape and V'Len could not help but wonder what had happened to the pair. The Kzinti was gruff and uninterested in talking, but the the Suliban was willing to give some information between labored panting breaths.
Suliban: There was ::panting:: an accident.
De La Croix: A failed experiment...who could've possibly suspected such a thing....
Shortrith: There have been lots of failed experiments in these reaches, if memory serves.
O'Connor: Yeah, not exactly a newsflash
V'Len pointed out at the wrecked craft that was floating before them.
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.
Suliban: ::panting:: Not a vessel. ::throwing up:: It's the lid.
Before he could ask anything else the Suliban collapsed to the deck. There would be no more answers from him at the moment, that was clear. Even more clear was that whatever catastrophe they had been warned about seemed to be upon them.
Kel: Dr. Shortirth, see what you can do for him. O'Connor get us back to the Ronin.
O’Connor: Ensign Wren, can you adjust the power flow to our damaged engine a bit more.
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.
O’Connor: Ok, on it. Thanks.
V'Len felt the Kepler begin to move once more. The data coming in seemed to be even more jumbled. The temporal anomaly, the gamma burst and now this "lid" all seemed to be hemorrhaging radiation across the spectrum. It would all need to be analyzed.
Shortrith: ::To De La Croix, genuinely:: Good luck.
V'Len walked over to stand above the Chief Surgeon.
Kel: Well? How are Kessler and Poagie?
Wren: Holding steady. oO I hope there isn’t lasting damage…. Poagie looks like he’s coming around again, but Kessler’s been out for a while. Oo ::looking at the Suliban:: oO Hopefully our guests will know a little more about what’s happening. Oo 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.
V'Len knew what a mitochondria was, but he decided not to press the issue. La Croix gestured towards the Ferengi and V'Len's gaze fell upon Poagie. Always a bit of a wild card, V'Len had grown to appreciate his unconventional thinking, though at times the mad needed a better filter.
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.
Overall that didn't sound too bad.
Shortrith: I'll be sure to keep an eye on them while they recover.
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.
V'Len was pleased to see that Jack was conscious once more.
O'Connor: Out for the count but as soon as he’s conscious he’s immediately got a handle on the tactical situation.:: smiles at Jack:: Welcome back.
Kel: Ensign Wren we'd better let the Ronin know we're headed back. Who knows what's going on there?
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.
V'Len narrowed his eyes. Betazoids could be very helpful at times, but they had their limits. It could be that problems on the ship had been resolved, but it could just as easily be that the crew had put laughing gas through the air ducts for some reason. Either could result in a lighter mood.
Shortrith: … Lighter?
Jack was struggling to his feet and holding his head.
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.
O’Connor: It’s all recorded. We can sort the data back on Ronin.
Kel: You can do that after you check into sickbay Jack. Dr. La Croix, I need as much information about our guests as possible.
The doctor retook her seat
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.
V'Len still wasn't sure what a gimlet was, but if he was honest a drink did not sound like a terrible idea.
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.
V'Len glanced at her the woman's boots. At least she'd had a good time.
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.
V'Len watched as the Ronin shuttlebay came into view. He was not sure how much they'd actually accomplished, but for now they had enough questions.
Kel: Home sweet home.
[End Scene/Act 1 for V'Len Kel]
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Despite the danger V'Len had managed to transport the life forms present on the unknown craft into the Kepler. O'Connor had seen to it that there was a containment field erected to shield the new arrivals. Both looked to be in bad shape and V'Len could not help but wonder what had happened to the pair. The Kzinti was gruff and uninterested in talking, but the the Suliban was willing to give some information between labored panting breaths.
Suliban: There was ::panting:: an accident.
De La Croix: A failed experiment...who could've possibly suspected such a thing....
Shortrith: There have been lots of failed experiments in these reaches, if memory serves.
O'Connor: Yeah, not exactly a newsflash
V'Len pointed out at the wrecked craft that was floating before them.
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.
Suliban: ::panting:: Not a vessel. ::throwing up:: It's the lid.
Before he could ask anything else the Suliban collapsed to the deck. There would be no more answers from him at the moment, that was clear. Even more clear was that whatever catastrophe they had been warned about seemed to be upon them.
Kel: Dr. Shortirth, see what you can do for him. O'Connor get us back to the Ronin.
O’Connor: Ensign Wren, can you adjust the power flow to our damaged engine a bit more.
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.
O’Connor: Ok, on it. Thanks.
V'Len felt the Kepler begin to move once more. The data coming in seemed to be even more jumbled. The temporal anomaly, the gamma burst and now this "lid" all seemed to be hemorrhaging radiation across the spectrum. It would all need to be analyzed.
Shortrith: ::To De La Croix, genuinely:: Good luck.
V'Len walked over to stand above the Chief Surgeon.
Kel: Well? How are Kessler and Poagie?
Wren: Holding steady. oO I hope there isn’t lasting damage…. Poagie looks like he’s coming around again, but Kessler’s been out for a while. Oo ::looking at the Suliban:: oO Hopefully our guests will know a little more about what’s happening. Oo 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.
V'Len knew what a mitochondria was, but he decided not to press the issue. La Croix gestured towards the Ferengi and V'Len's gaze fell upon Poagie. Always a bit of a wild card, V'Len had grown to appreciate his unconventional thinking, though at times the mad needed a better filter.
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.
Overall that didn't sound too bad.
Shortrith: I'll be sure to keep an eye on them while they recover.
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.
V'Len was pleased to see that Jack was conscious once more.
O'Connor: Out for the count but as soon as he’s conscious he’s immediately got a handle on the tactical situation.:: smiles at Jack:: Welcome back.
Kel: Ensign Wren we'd better let the Ronin know we're headed back. Who knows what's going on there?
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.
V'Len narrowed his eyes. Betazoids could be very helpful at times, but they had their limits. It could be that problems on the ship had been resolved, but it could just as easily be that the crew had put laughing gas through the air ducts for some reason. Either could result in a lighter mood.
Shortrith: … Lighter?
Jack was struggling to his feet and holding his head.
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.
O’Connor: It’s all recorded. We can sort the data back on Ronin.
Kel: You can do that after you check into sickbay Jack. Dr. La Croix, I need as much information about our guests as possible.
The doctor retook her seat
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.
V'Len still wasn't sure what a gimlet was, but if he was honest a drink did not sound like a terrible idea.
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.
V'Len glanced at her the woman's boots. At least she'd had a good time.
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.
V'Len watched as the Ronin shuttlebay came into view. He was not sure how much they'd actually accomplished, but for now they had enough questions.
Kel: Home sweet home.
[End Scene/Act 1 for V'Len Kel]
Lieutenant Commander V'Len Kel
Acting-Captain
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
T239811VK2
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