JP: Lt Cmdr Addison MacKenzie, Lt Quen Deena, Lt JG Alieth, Lt JG Sirok - The Broken Vulcan, Part 2
Quen Deena
((USS Thor, Main Sickbay, Deck 10))
The vulcan nodded and placed himself on the bio-bed as requested.
Sirok: If you are worried that I overexerted myself. It was nothing more than the final exams at the academy.
Quen: o0 Yeah, sure it was… 0o I wouldn’t say ‘worried’ so much as ‘an abundance of caution’. Given that we’ve spent most of the past several weeks inside rather volatile nebulas with some quite nasty effects on biomatter, plus the whole ::with a wave of the hand:: struck-by-a-mine-and-hurtling-through-slipstream thing, I for one would much prefer to be absolutely certain that the person responsible for keeping this pile of bulkheads together is experiencing exactly none of these quite nasty effects. ::beat, then flatly:: Plus, your last neural scan was several years ago - you’re well due.
Sirok: Except for the punch in the face, I have not had any symptoms. At the Vel Maijan mission, given the damage to the ship, I believe the damage to biological beings could come from the use of chroniton and anti-chroniton particles used to delay the temporal anomaly. The effects on many components of the ship have been... interesting and destructive. But you would have had more cases by now.
Deena opened the tricorder, starting the scans as she talked.
Quen: That… does not surprise me one bit. Ship back from the dead, yet?
Sirok: There's still a lot of work to be done. The nacelles have to be dismantled, checked and reassembled. In 3 days the new main deflector will be brought in. Interestingly, the least damaged system was the phasers. And they still need to be checked. ::The vulcan stood perfectly still, only moving his mouth.::
Deena paused, staring at the tricorder screen. She furrowed her brow, and made a second pass over the crown of Sirok’s head.
Quen: ::absently:: Uh-huh… o0 That’s weird… 0o
The brainwave patterns currently swishing across the screen weren’t aligning themselves properly with the control pattern. Deena shook her head. She plugged the probe back into its port, and lightly whacked the side of the device a couple of times. “Percussive maintenance” she’d once heard someone say.
Sirok: Weird?
Deena reset the sequence and started scanning again.
Quen: Speaking of interesting and destructive effects on equipment… ::she closed the tricorder with a snap:: This doesn’t seem to be working. I’ll be back in a couple seconds.
Deena set the defective tricorder on one of the beds marked for reframing, and returned with another. She started on a third set of scans once the device indicated a successful completion of the quick-calibration sequence.
It still wasn’t right.
The readings weren’t off by much - a couple of microhertz, at the absolute most. But just enough to throw the entire scan out of alignment - enough to prompt the computer to automatically correct the parameters from Vulcan to Human. She definitely couldn’t blame the computer…
Quen: Lieutenant - were you injured at all when the mine hit? Your head, perhaps?
Sirok: Just the blow to the face, caused a lot of swelling, was annoying but nothing else.
Deena tried to stifle the eye-roll.
Quen: And would I be correct to assume that you have not sought medical attention before now?
Sirok: First aid only, as I had no more symptoms and there were many people who needed a doctor.
Even she had to admit he had a bit of a point there… Still, there had been plenty of time between then and now...
Quen: I’m getting some unusual readings from your brainwave patterns… They aren’t quite aligning as they should.
Sirok: I feel good. I have been able to meditate and sleep well the last few days. ::His voice sounded like it always does. Doing a perfect imitation of a computer.::
Quen: Well, there’s a plus. ::She snapped the tricorder shut.:: Ordinarily, I’d just bring you over there for a higher-level scan- ::She gestured behind her and to the left, where the overhead sensor cluster lay on its accompanying biobed in no fewer than five distinct pieces.:: -but at the moment, I’ll either have to send you to DS9’s infirmary, or put it off until we’re functional again. Doesn’t have to be right now, but the scan should really be done as soon as possible.
Sirok: I can try to activate the equipment you need. But like I said, I do not notice any difference before the impact.
Quen: I believe either Doctor MacKenzie or Doctor Alieth is on DS9 right now - we’ve been assisting their staff as well. Although the rota keeps changing, I can never be sure…
Sirok: If you need a second opinion, I can work on your equipment so it is ready when Doctor McKenzie and Alieth are available. ::He had no problem moving to DS9, but even with the updates he knew he wasn't up to Thor's level. ::
What he offered was a convenient solution. What Deena heard was a cleverly-crafted ploy to get out of a follow-up appointment...
Quen: I’ll admit, I’ve never seen readings quite like these before. As my experience with Vulcan physiology is rather limited, I will be needing to consult another - yes. But. You still need that second scan, and there is no way the Thor will be ready in the next fifty-two hours.
Sirok: You are the doctor, I will do what you say. But if I bring in someone else I think I could get the equipment ready in that time. Although I would have to change other assignments... but in any case it is you who will use it, so it is up to you to decide.
Deena folded her arms and fixed the Vulcan with a silent look.
Quen: o0 Dodger… 0o
Sirok: I will be scanned on your request. While I see what happened to that bio-bed. ::He found the damage curious. He'd been making repairs to the device or the time anomaly for a long time. That was a new challenge.
Quen: Fifty-two hours, Lieutenant - that's two days on this station. If I don't have your scan results by then, I'll come hunt you down myself.
The Vulcan headed for the bio-bed with the tricorder in hand.
[TBC]
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Lieutenant Commander Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
First Officer
USS Resolution
V239601AM0
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Lieutenant Quen Deena
Medical Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
E239602QD0
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Lt. JG Alieth
Medical Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
Fleet Captain A. Kells, Commanding
Author ID number: E239702A10
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Sirok
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
Fleet Captain A. Kells, Commanding
E239702S10
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