MSNPC PO2C Dominika Ślimak - You Break it, You Fix it!
Teayl Thorn
((Science Lab 3 / Bio-Decontamination, Deck 08, USS Compass Rose))
The science lab hummed with an eerie quiet, the kind that made every flicker of a light or hiss of recycled air feel too loud.
All the silent-plant-RNA talk had gone right over Dominika’s head. All she really knew was that something microscopic and terrifying had brought the Rose to her knees. But she had managed to steady her hands and her voice. Terror or not, she would do what she had joined Starfleet to do: fix what was broken.
Ślimak: ::tentative, voice small but steady:: So… we’re immune now? Could… could you use us, or the chamber, to help the others? To stop this?
Kel: =/\= It's not a cure, but we might be able to offer protection to the Ronin Crew while we work. =/\=
Syrex: =/\= Thank you Commander, I eagerly await that transmission, Syrex out =/\=
Nemes: =/\= Yes, thank you, Sir. We are ready to get started as soon as we get your data.=/\=
Avae: =/\= Response =/\=
The channel clicked closed. Silence hung for a moment before Corzy exhaled, rubbing his gloves together.
Winters: Alreight, then. What can we do? Point in a direction and lets get to work.
Ślimak: ::softly:: Agreed. Tell us what to do. How can we help?
Corzy: ::rubbing his hands and fingers together enthusiastically, as if he was warming them:: Yeah, of course! We should be able to find Doc Bast’s recipe in Sickbay. Hey! ::wide-eyed:: Ducky kept a biolab up on Deck Two with hydroponic shelves! That’s gotta be where he started it if it’s not synthetic.
Dom wrinkled her nose in confusion. Deck 02 was tiny; all it held was their sleeping quarters, the gym and the laundry. Abruptly, Dom inhaled her own spit and started coughing in her helmet.
Ślimak: ::shocked, coughing:: That tiny walk-in space across from the gym is a biolab!? I…I thought it was a…oh never mind!
She’d thought it was where the hydroponic herbs and condiments for the mess hall were grown. She had been eating those pants for months, adding random clippings of what she thought were parsley, coriander, chives and basil and their alien equivalents to her replicated meals. Instead, it turned out she had been chowing down on Dr Bast’s medical plants. She half tuned away from the officers in the room to privately deal with her embarrassment.
((OOC: It was getting a bit too complicated to merge the comm call in, and Dom probably wouldn’t hear it anyway. Please refer to Roop & Shortrith sims for comm call tags.))
Kel: Hanging in there?
Winters: About as well as you are I'm guessing?
T’Fearne: I’d like to see that personnel manifest when it’s compiled, Ensign.
Roop: ::signaling with a thumbs up to the Lieutenant:: =^= Roger that. Understood, Ronin. Copy Lieutenant T’Fearne with any list results, too, please. Ensign Roop out. =^=
The unusually hued Trill gathered the group as Ensign Roop rejoined the others, the camouflage-suited marine, the dark-eyed security officer, herself, and Corzy. A ring of EV suits formed as they all put their gleaming helmets close together in conference.
Dom blinked between the two Trills, curiosity briefly tugging her from her nerves.
oO How in the Alpha Isles do you get a blue Trill? Oo
Kel: The Ronin team is working on the samples ::nodding to Slimak and Corzy:: I've sent them. In the meantime , there's no reason we can't start working something out on this end. We need to get this decon chamber up and running and we need to find the sequence data for this "cure".
T’Fearne: ::to Ślimak and Roop:: See if you two can bring the chamber back online. If it’s operational, we can start replicating the treatment, begin inoculation of the Ronin crew here, and anyone yet to be affected.
The Ronin Commander nodded.
Kel: Agreed. I'm not clear on what the chamber provides yet, but having it working is ideal.
Roop: Aye, Sirs. ::looking towards Crewoman Ślimak:: The interior controls are still pristine, save for the door itself. ::looking back at the Second and Lieutenant:: The worst-case scenario looks to be accompanied treatment from inside. We’ll get on it.
Dom rubbed the back of her helmet with a sheepish hand, heat prickling under her suit collar. She wasn’t too sure he would find all the interior controls as “pristine” as he thought. She’d already rifled through most of those controls trying to escape earlier. But she didn’t think she had broken or damaged anything in there, just the door locking mechanism…she hoped.
Corzy: Ducky was serious about us using ‘treatment seventeen’ in there.
Ślimak: 1Tak, szczęśliwa siedemnastka. :: Slipping back into Federation Standard:: If we were on Ferenginar right now, I’d go right to the dabo tables and put every credit and strip of latinum I own on number seventeen.
T’Fearne: ::dryly, but with a ghost of a smile:: Let’s hope it pays off without the gambling. Shall we split the team? Some stay here to fix the decon-chamber, and others go to find these plant specimens on Deck Oh-Two?
Kel: ::nodding:: Yes. I'll take Mr. Benal here and move to this hydroponic lab.
Corzy: ::standing taller at Kel’s nod:: I’m as ready as I can be, Sir. :shoulders rolling inside his suit in minor discomfort::
Dom joined Mr Roop in the decon chamber as he assessed her handwork. She flexed her fingers in the slightly bulky gloves, tried to spin her pocket welder, fumbled, nearly dropped it, caught it and looked around quickly to see if anyone saw her and tried to hold still. If she held still, she couldn’t break anything…right?
Winters: Want me with you Commander or here?
Kel: If we can get this system to work, we need to have a place to gather patients. Winters get a hold of Deacon, see if he can help you. Maybe there's a cargo bay we can start bringing people to.
Winters: Aye Commander.
As the blue Trill and Corzy departed, Dom leaned out of the decon hatch.
Ślimak: 2Na razie. Look after yourself, Corzy.
She gave a forlorn little wave with her pocket weilder before turning back to the chamber. She had broken the door, and now it was her responsibility to fix it.
Roop: You know, ::talking to Ślimak:: We could simply weld stem-bolts in place on the frame for the toggles to latch to. We don’t need to worry about high pressurization at this point. Just a good seal.
Ślimak: Sure. ::licking her lips:: Sorry, sir. I think I destroyed the old stem-bolts when I broke us out earlier.
Roop: Well, ::thinking, looking around:: the main doors into the Lab are broken anyway, get the stembolts from that mechanism.
Dom spun her welding tool in her hand again, more smoothly this time.
Ślimak: That should work. If I can get the bolts to retract and still trigger their self-sealing function. If they are not too weathered.
Roop: Alright. ::nodding energetically:: You start with that, I’ll see what we can do about putting the controls back together out there.
Ślimak: ::strolling to the lab’s main hatch:: Yes, sir! Just so you know, I didn’t break those. ::pointing to the labs' consoles and main doors:: There were two massive explosions earlier, the warp core and something else, I think; it did most of the damage in here. That and the angry officers from earlier.
Rifling through the engineering tools they had available, Dom found the right tool and began removing the damaged bolts with delicate precision.
T’Fearne: Response
Roop: Lieutenant? I'm going to use a duotronic enhancer to redirect the chamber controls from the broken console to the Doctor's computer station. ::pointing at the computer console the Commander was just using:: Seems the best shot, but I can't adjust it here and monitor the computer screen over there. Can you keep trying to access the LCARS library and let me know when you have correct access?
Winters: ::Looking at T'Fearne and then Roop:: Good luck you two.
T’Fearne: Response
The woman in the armoured suit, Michele, gave a curt nod before stepping past and out of the lab.
Dom managed to cleanly detach several stem-bolts, the bolts clanking resiliently in her palm. It was enough to repair the door to functionality.
Returning to the chamber, she set to work, dimmed her helmet’s photosensitivity and began welding. Blue-white sparks flew like fireflies in the dim lab. She cut the damaged parts away and installed the self-sealing stem-bolts in the critical load-bearing places to enable as effective a seal as she could.
The Ronin officers continued to work and converse inside the lab. Their easy teamwork and conversation helped to settle the jittery flutters in Dom’s chest.
T'Fearne: Response
Roop: ::grimacing:: Ok. ::adjusting the frequency again:: How about now?
T'Fearne: Response
Roop: Deflector controls? We're close, at least. ::adjusting again:: Now?
T'Fearne: Response
Roop: Ha! I didn't know you could do that. Excellent. ::his big classroom grin at learning dissolving as the seriousness of the situation returned:: Good. ::getting up::
T'Fearne: Response
Roop: There it is, sure enough. ::calling out to Ślimak:: We've got controls on both sides of the decon chamber. ::standing taller and stretching his back out:: Now, let's see if we can find this treatment seventeen. You'll probably have to use the recovery proto..yep. You're already on it.
She finished the door repair, looking through the system for the treatment protocol that Corzy had heard Dr Bast program. There it was, the most recent entry in the logs. She was so focused that she almost missed the comment, but her mind replayed the conversation.
She nodded and gave a gloved thumbs-up.
Ślimak: Yep, found it. ::quietly, almost to herself:: There it is. Treatment Seventeen.
T’Fearne / Roop: Response
Ślimak frowned, flicking through sub-menus.
Ślimak: It looks like… I’m not a medic, but…is there at least a few more doses of the inoculant ready to go? The chamber’s showing residual synthesis patterns.
She looked up questioningly at the taller officers.
Roop / T’Fearne: Response
Ślimak’s brow furrowed.
Ślimak: ::hesitating, then speaking up:: With respect, sirs… I don’t think you should be the ones to risk yourselves inside that chamber.
Roop / T’Fearne: Response
Ślimak: 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.
Roop / T’Fearne: Response
[Tags / TBC]
OOC:
1Tak, szczęśliwa siedemnastka - Polish: Yes, lucky seventeen.
2Na razie - Polish: See you later/Bye for now (informal)
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PO2C Dominika Ślimak
Engineering Technician
USS Compass Rose
Simmed by
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14