Ensign T’Fearne - Off to See a Medic about a Nasal Chauteriser
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((Ensign Poagie & Acting Ensign k’Oar-€l Shared Quarters, Room 0404, Deck 8, USS Ronin))
Syrex: Errr… What on Trill is going on in here?
As the new voice piped up from the doorway, the galactic compendium of species all crammed in the room attending the bio-hazard scene paused to stare at the Trill for a moment. T’Fearne was momentarily concerned that Alyndra had just exposed herself to a possible contaminant. Trust her roommate to appear where the action was.
Commander Lorana moved towards the hallway to address Alyndra’s question with delicacy, with Ensign Evinrude trailing the acting CSO. T’Fearne stepped over with them to locate herself closer to the cross breeze of the corridor.
Lorana: Ensign Syrex we have a Biohazard Quarantine in effect in this section. I don’t think you have to worry for now, but don’t use the replicator.
T'Fearne::: seriously eyeing Alyndra in her pigtails and pyjamas:: Where did you come from? The quarantine protocol should have put a soft lock on all the quarters in this corridor and given a hazard alert.
oO And we are putting in for a transfer of quarters to a different deck. Oo
She thought it but had more sensitivity than to say it aloud in the auditory range of the unfortunate ensign. It was not his fault.
Evinrude: ::Louder, but not insubordinate.:: Commander? Take a look at this - I don't believe an Antedian by the name of... ::He took a beat, and pronounced the name like "Sharky.":: ...Shærkī is aboard, correct?
The ops officer held out his maintenance report, but Poagie, inserting himself into the discussion, grinned a sharp-toothed grin.
Poagie: Holy lobes of abundance! Fortune does sometimes favor the foolish.
T’Fearne was distracted by a wave of frustration from Evinrude. Something had clearly gotten under his hazard suit, so to speak. She had felt the same earlier, dealing with the Ferengi. Alyndra also seemed less than impressed with the situation.
Syrex: Uh huh… No offence, but can you please keep your… Whatever this is down a bit? I’m trying to sleep next door.
Lorana: We’ll do our best, Ensign.
Alyndra's demeanour shifted, and she beamed at the officers around the room. T’Fearne internally sighed in resignation at the sight of her roommate sleepily ignoring all biohazard warnings and somehow getting out of what was supposed to be their sealed quarters to roam into the contaminated zone, exposing herself and their quarters that had until now remained sealed and sterile. Was she some hybrid creature, part wild animal perhaps?
The Vulcazoid didn't realise she had bent her tricorder until she felt Evinrude jostle her elbow in his bulkier hazard suit as he bent over his maintenance scanner. Grateful for the distraction, she offered the use of her general-purpose tricorder, slightly bent but still functional.
T'Fearne: Here, Evinrude, I can process that.
Evinrude: ::Quietly, relief in his voice.:: Thanks, T'Fearne.
She nodded as her tricorder was able to process and display…something. She was security for a reason. Engineering and medicine were her weakest subjects at the academy. She had nearly failed BIO101, but that hadn’t been all her fault.
oO That was Mac’s fault! If he hadn’t picked that fight with me over our partnered Xenobiology assignment and gotten us thrown out of the Library…Oo
Evinrude, Lorana, Poagie and Beck, as he joined them, seemed to find something interesting about replicated fish dinner data.
Poagie: Look at this, what do you see?
Lorana: That’s the molecular sequence of the food - or what used to be food - that K’Oar-El ate? It doesn’t look quite right though?
Beside her, Evinrude stared hard at the screen.
Poagie: Now look at the last compound sequence. See?
The doctor, who had been examining the data closely, squinted at the screen before making a grim observation.
Beck: Those look like waste chains to me. That's what they're supposed to look like after they go through your system, not before. Unless you've got a stomach of steel, that's gonna make anyone sick as a dog. See how the molecule charges here are reversed?
Lorana: It’s been ionised? :: to Beck :: We may be looking at some kind of radiation leakage in the replicators? :: taps combadge :: =/\= Commander Lorana to the Bridge, please shut down all replicators we have a potential contamination of the replication molecular sequencer =/\=
Beck: Yeah, that was what I was missing. It looks like this progresses differently based on the contamination vector and immune system of whoever catches it, but I should be able to replicate an inoculant in a few hours.
A professional "acknowledged" came from the bridge.
Evinrude: Commander, I've personally inspected... ::There was a beat, while he counted.:: ...eleven units, so far. None of them have shown any signs of unusual or unexpected radiation contamination or leakage. Just normal, benign traces from shipment.
T'Fearne: Could it be some sort of software sabotage?
As the group continued to analyze the data, Poagie began manipulating the molecular structure, making slight adjustments on his own device.
Poagie: That’s right. And with just a slight tweak :: he tapped the screen and adjusted the formula of the secretions just slightly:: we now have an incapacitating bio-weapon. ::he giggled:: We’re gonna be rich.
Syrex: Good for you… Night everyone. I’m going back to bed.
With that, her roommate turned on her heel and left the doorway as the commander rounded on Poagie, shooting a glare that surely would have given the Ferengi third-degree burns if it hadn’t been contained behind a hazard suit helmet.
Lorana: :: stern look :: For your sake I’m going to assume that was a joke.
Beck: ::squinting at Poagie's formula:: Yeah, no. Selling weapons is already illegal here, selling bio-weapons will get the book thrown at you even faster.
She was half distracted by the mention of a bio-weapon on the ship, mentally marking that as something to mention to Kirsty in her next report and watching with some relief as Beck reached over to wipe the formula from the screen. She missed Alyndra trotting back next door to their quarters.
T'Fearne::: Calling after Alyndra:: Hey, you might be contaminated! don’t spread this back to our quarters.
She was a moment too late as the trill didn’t seem to notice, skipping back into their quarters as a plume of the somewhat dissipated stench lingered behind her. As the door closed, a wisp of foul vapour was sucked into the room. If she had been a full Betazoid, T’Feane would have started crying. But then again, if she had been fully Betazoid, she might not have been so badly affected by the stench.
oO Nooooo! Oo
Poagie: What are you? You can’t just…How could you just…::snarling:: Millions…::glares at Beck:: that …could …have …been….worth…
Beck: Take it up with the Nagus. Or a sub-Nagus. Or whoever, I don't care - we are not weaponizing this, you little gremlin.
He closed the tricorder,
The Ferengi ensign stood there, speechless, his face a mask of fury. The room fell silent for a moment before Evinrude broke the tension.
Evinrude: ::Tess interrupted the Ferengi's line of thought, and addressed the entire group.:: Pardon me! Is anyone aware of an Antedian stowaway?
That comment immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room.
The Antedian acting ensign had deflated somewhat and managed to get himself slightly appropriately attired before entering the main room of their quarters.
k’Oar-€l: Stone awake? This one is not been stone awake? Is this typical of Starfleet to throwing rocks to un-sleepify someone?
Lorana: Not you Ensign. I think Evinrude believes there's been another Antedian onboard. I don't think so…
Her voice trailed off, gaze flicked to T’Fearne, who had already checked the records and confirmed that no other Antedians had been aboard for some time.
T’Fearne shook her head in confirmation and flipped her PADD screen to show the lack of data found.
T'Fearne: No recorded evidence of any other Antedian aboard for some time.
k’Oar-€l: ::finally semi-understanding:: Oh, Minister-ness uR-ch’n. The Bass-ador was only journey-ed along Ronin ship only a few short tides, transfer-icized at Startank 33 and was never awokified aboard Ronin to this one’s knowledge base.
She expanded the time parameter on her search and located the “Bass-adore’s” presence on the Ronin and his logged deboarding over a year ago. She shook her head.
Evinrude: So either this Shærkī, an Antedian ambassador in good standing, is still onboard the Ronin, hiding in jefferies tubes, creating corrupted synthesizer recipes...OR we have a serious, growing malfunction in the replicator system's memory matrix. One that's...mutated by previously benign radiation.
k’Oar-€l: This one personally seeing the Bass-ador’s travel tank off loaded. This one has no reasoning to thinking that they may have come back to Ronin ship.
Lorana: Ensign Poagie, please remember, for once, you're a Starfleet Officer. You worked hard to get here and you really want me to recommend you be court martialed?
Lorana: Return to the lab, let's start analysing the samples, we can work with Operations to establish a source for the radiated replicators.
Luxa nodded toward Culo and Galloway, who made their way toward the lab for analysis. There was a slight traffic jam at the doorway as they stood there talking. Everyone stepped in different directions; another officer tried to enter from the hallway, and the 7-plus-foot-tall Kelpian had to duck his head awkwardly to clear the door.
T'Fearne: Oh, excuse me.
T’Fearne stepped back into the room and out of the way.
((OOC: Slight scene retcon to match up with Syrex and Beck’s writers original approved version, while including Liv’s contribution to the scene.))
A sturdy figure briskly entered the room, appropriately clad in the red protective suit. This one was modified to accommodate Tellarite hoof and tri-fingered hand configuration. Heading to the Antedian’s side, and began to attend the the unfortunate being in a purposeful manner.
Beck: I'm gonna head to Sickbay and get started on this. =/\= Grasshopper, you're with me - go put on a uniform and meet me in the isolation chamber =/\=
Syrex: =/\= Acknowledged =/\=
Lorana: :: amused :: Grasshopper?
The Tellarite nurse just shrugged and continued her work, expertly tending to k’Oar-€l. The Doctor packed up the tools of his trade and called over his shoulder as he exited what T’Fearne now considered to be a sensory crime scene.
Beck: Let me know if you run across anything else - especially if you isolate where the radiation leak is coming from. I'll keep you posted for the treatment.
Evinrude: ::With a small smile.:: Yes sir, sorry sir. I am aware that we have a crewmember in distress. We'll coordinate with other departments and look into this immediately.
k’Oar-€l: This one is feelings more typical-ness of personal waste removal system. Appreciated is the concern and appologizingly for disturbances this one has casues. However this one is extremely wearied and would like to resign to this one’s tank for rest.
The nurse, giving k’Oar-€l a scornful look, opened her mouth to argue when—
Poagie: ::adoptinging a concerned roommate voice::He’s right, poor fish stick is exhausted. ::sniffs exaggeratingly:: And it seems the ventilation system has finally caught up to the stench. I think it’s time for everyone to leave so I can replicate a scentsy stick and tuck in our little guppy.
With that the Ferengi tried to shoo them all out of the quarters.
Lorana: Ensign k’Oar-€l is in the care of Nurse Strikt, she'll determine the treatment he needs.
Strikt: We don't need Ensign Poagie :: annoyed :: Can you find somewhere else to be?
The Vulcazoid accidentally made eye contact with the Ferengi and had to act quickly.
T'Fearne::: Preemptively:: No! I’m not swapping roommates with you. That’s final!
oO Not for all the bars of gold pressed latinum Oo
Lorana: That's okay… we have a meeting to get too :: smirk :: You didn't think I had forgotten Poagie?
It seemed like there was no reason for her to continue to be held to the scene, and Lt. Lorana was providing an excellent distraction for her to be able to escape the situation without further incurring requests for swapping roommates.
She slipped from the room and headed first for a sonic shower, then to jettison her reeking uniform into space and finally to see a nurse about a nasal cauteriser. Maybe she’d get Alyndra to do it, there had to be a benefit to sleeping with medical. She suspected her chaotic gremlin of a roommate would enjoy that.
[T’Fearne end scene]
((OOC: That one was wild guys! I’ve had a lot of fun with this scene. Cheers everyone.))
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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