MSNPC PO2C Dominika Ślimak - Lucky Seventeen
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 / Bio-Decontamination, Deck 08, USS Compass Rose))
Ślimak’s brow furrowed, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes as the realisation hit her.
Ślimak: ::hesitating, then speaking up:: With respect, sirs… I don’t think you should be the ones to risk yourselves inside that chamber.
Without another word, the tall security officer turned and stepped through the repaired hatch into the decontamination chamber.
Roop: And how many of your crew now piled in the transporter room do you think would have jumped at any slight chance to avoid these effects?
Moving to the heavy decon door, Roop motioned Ślimak towards the computer console.
Roop: You’ve had that chance. That’s why I’ll be in here with her, and you’ll be monitoring us from outside. Stay strong. You’ve still got that phaser…Dom. ::waving as the heavy hatch closed::
Dom couldn’t help the insulted hiss she loosed at the engineer's back as the two crazy Ronin officers closed themselves in the decon chamber.
oO How dare he! How dare he pour more guilt on me about the loss of my friends? I don’t even know who’s still alive and who died. And he, a stranger, tries to make me feel guilty that I survive. Oo
She bit the inside of her cheek, the bitter taste of iron filling her mouth. All she’d meant was that the chamber wasn’t safe. She just wanted the blue Trill doctor to come back, to make sure things would be okay. A hot tear slipped from her lashes and rolled down her cheek inside the helmet.
Lt T’Fearne’s voice broke through over the comm, looking steadily at Dom through the view strip.
T’Fearne: Crewman Ślimak, run Treatment Seventeen.
Dom’s fingers hovered over the controls. She tried once more.
Ślimak: ::urgently:: Ma’am, it’s still unstable. The power level is cycling steadily, but half the safeties are offline. If it fails during the process, it could hurt whoever’s inside. It’s not worth the risk yet.
T’Fearne: Then monitor those controls carefully and make it fast. Activate the UV field and administer Treatment Seventeen. That’s an order!
Dom groaned, pressing her gloved palms against the smooth curve of her helmet. She swallowed her distress and, with only a slight tremor, slammed her hand down on the control to engage the locks to the decon chamber and initiated the sterile field.
Ślimak: ::through gritted teeth:: Yes, Ma’am. Activating the sterile field now.
The hum of barely functioning systems filled the lab. A pulse of blue light shimmered inside the chamber. Dom winced as the two officers removed their helmets, exposing themselves to the air and the ultraviolet glow.
A heartbeat later, the UV light spiked, flaring dangerously above safety parameters.
T’Fearne: ::eyelashes crashing tightly shut :: Watch out for those controls! That seems too bright!
The woman threw gloved hands up to shield her face.
Roop: Adjusting.
Ślimak: 1Fuj! The system tripped the sterilisation protocol! Cover your eyes!
Mr Roop, with his handheld device, managed to lower the intensity. The UV light dimmed to normal level for the decon compartment. Dom swiftly disabled the cleaning subroutine, her natural ability to sabotage coming in handy. She’d fix it later… if there was a later.
A blue light on the console indicated Treatment Seventeen’s readiness.
She hesitated, then hit the control.
An aerosolised agent began misting from the dispenser, pale and ghostly, swirling in lazy spirals through the chamber, half-misting the view strip. Dom wrinkled her nose, remembering how the same treatment had left her hair all limp and bedraggled and her skin tingling.
Inside the chamber, the officers removed the upper halves of their EV suits. Dom’s eyes darted across the vitals readout. The Lt’s core temperature dropped slightly, while Mr Roop’s remained steady, and he actually seemed to be enjoying the mist bath.
T’Fearne: :: Coughing slightly:: It’s cold and unpleasant, but otherwise tolerable. No immediate effects. ::beat:: How long until we’ll know it’s working?
Roop: We’re beginning to match their levels of the Commander’s readings. :: Utilising his third lung made his voice deepen:: We’ll need blood samples verified to make certain, though. Sharing human DNA with Dom as a comparison, let me go first.
Ślimak: Aerosol dispersal is steady. The system shows full room saturation. It didn’t take long for me and Corzy either, just try to breathe deep.
T’Fearne: Response
Roop: ::softly:: Winner, winner, shrimp dinner. ::nodding head at the absurdity of the day:: Pathogen and antidote readings show I’m now just like you, Dom. Goodness, this pathogen is fast. ::looking to T’Fearne in her arm-belted half-suit:: Next.
Ślimak: ::muttering:: I’ll never eat shrimp again.
T’Fearne: Response
Roop switched the display, showing T’Fearne’s results compared to Dom’s.
Roop: ::noticing the readings while offering T'Fearne gauze sani-wipes for her now obvious blood-stained temple, ear, and neck:: Humm. You're more than Vulcan. ::concentrating on more important matters:: Blue heavens, this pathogen has saturated this ship.
Ślimak: ::glancing up curiously:: You're not just a straight Vulcan? What is your species, ma’am? :: Looking harder at Roop too:: And you, are you actually Human, sir?
T’Fearne: Response
Roop: No, I mean airborne levels this high are unnaturally high. ::rummaging in the medical cabinet:: The pathogen is almost a humidity. No wonder it's so fast. ::fishing a dermal regenerator out of the cabinet::
Dom’s chest tightened.
Ślimak: ::quietly, anxious:: I’m not sure this was a good idea. The treatment worked on full Humans and full Trill… we should’ve waited for your CMO to verify it was safe for you both.
T’Fearne: Response
Roop: Lieutenant? ::pointing at some of her rising scan readings compared to his side-by-side:: Are you feeling alright? ::switching the half display of him to the Trill’s previous scan:: You’re reaction is somewhat different from ours. ::looking concerned::
T’Fearne: Response
The ultraviolet field had dimmed to a low hum, the air in the chamber hazy with residual mist. The readouts finally stabilised into something that looked, at least mathematically, like success.
Ślimak: The levels are steady now. Treatment Seventeen has completed its full cycle. No new issues with the systems… yet. I’ll let you both out now, Sirs.
Dom exhaled shakily with relief, fingers trembling over the console. She unlocked the decon chamber, releasing a puff of residual mist as the door opened.
Roop: Response
T’Fearne: Response
Dom nodded, fingers flying across the console.
Ślimak: And… authorising the release of several inoculant canisters for transport to the Ronin.
She fetched several canisters of Treatment Seventeen inoculant, bringing them to the officers.
Roop: Response
T’Fearne: Response
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. The woman hadn’t moved or said much since exiting the chamber, and she looked a little green.
Ślimak: ::tentatively:: Lieutenant? Are you…?
Roop: Response
T’Fearne: Response
[Tags / TBC]
OOC: 1Fuj - Polish: Interjection used to express disgust, similar to "yuck," "eww," or "phew" in English.
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PO2C Dominika Ślimak
Engineering Technician
USS Compass Rose
Simmed by
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14