A call to Alms pt2

Posted on Tue Sep 12th, 2023 @ 1:35pm by Ensign Amanda Turell & Ensign Cameron Kore & Lieutenant JG Sol

971 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The devil wears tripolymer
Location: Alpha Trionus- Ministers compound

OLD:
"The facility is quite well hidden." Amanda told the group as she joined in helping them unpack. "though the androids probably tracked the runabout coming down there are only a couple of concealed entrances. Any attack would be bottlenecked pretty well." She lowered her voice before continuing. "But they still don't stand much of a chance."

Doctor Ross wasn’t much of a tactician but she would do her best if they faced danger “well” she paused “let’s try and get some of these people taken care of.

NEW:

"I've got small gaggle of people all in this section here." Cameron told the other doctors while motioning to a room. "The medical tricorder isn't showing anything out of the ordinary but they're all complaining of the same thing; tight chests, mild coughs and stiffness. Thought at first it might be an air quality issue but the ventilation system is working fine and no one else has reported anything similar."

Hope looked at the tricorder readings and made a few adjustment to the scanning parameters “it may be a good idea to try and isolate these people until we know what we are dealing with.”

"They're isolated as best as we can," Cameron said, she'd expected Hope would say to isolate them. "But I can't isolate their ventilation from the rest of the system."

Sol nodded slowly as he looked around, taking it all in. Patients in close quarters, limited ventilation, cleanliness was difficult to maintain, as was discarding used and soiled materials. It was a concern. The half Vulcan wouldn't use the word worry, but it *was* a concern. "We could take their blood, saliva and mucus to analyse," he suggested. Because if something was brewing, nipping it in the bud was a priority. Illness was the last thing they needed on top of injury and malnutrition.

Hope gave Sol a nod, they had plenty of supplies to do that “then one of us will have to take the sample back to the ship to analyze” she was getting her swabs out “what would y’all say, start with twenty samples” Ross looked up at the other Medical Officers.

Sol nodded solemnly, his eyes perhaps a shade darker with the prospect of what they might be facing. "I would suggest taking some from those showing symptoms, and some from those who are not. It will help to define a baseline in results. Or....discover if there is something that is a-symptomatic for a period."

“Of course” Doctor Ross agreed and started toward a group of the patients to start the collection of the required samples. She would also get individual scans with her tricorder on each patient she encountered.

Sol moved to help, collecting up the other half of the samples, careful and meticulous in how he logged them and the current symptoms, or not, of the patient. Considering the suffering the patients had already seen, they bore the extra poking and prodding with true Vulcanoid patience.

“There’s water and food rations” Doctor Ross told the patient she had just taken samples from.

The patient looked to her, his brow furrowed with the discomfort, but his features remaining stoic and steadfast. "Thank you. How is my leg? Will I lose it?" he asked bluntly, his hand reaching down to try and feel.

She started scanning his leg “let’s hope not.” Doctor Ross was trying to stay positive but they badly needed to get a majority of these patient to a medical bay. “Would you like something to help with the pain” she asked while looking at the scans of his leg.

"If there is enough?" the man asked, sweat on his skin with the effort of control, but he knew they could be in dire straits. The flow of information in and out had been patchy at best, but he wasn't deaf to the whispers of what had been happening outside.

“Calm down everyone” Hope tried to smile “we will have more sent down once we know more about the situation.”

"Are they gone?" a female patient propped up in a makeshift bunk a few meters away asked. Bluntly, loudly, wanting to know what they were facing. "Have those things gone?"

“There are still plenty” Doctor Ross was trying to assure the group in front of her they would be okay. She had already been making notes on her PaDD on whah they might require.

"No..." the woman forced herself to sit up, watching her with emphatically dark eyes. "I mean the worker droids. Are they gone?" despite her best effort, there was an edge to her voice.

“I” she paused “I didn’t see any on the way here” Doctor Ross admitted with a smile.

"I have enough samples," Sol moved to Ross, deliberately moving the conversation on from the colonist's concern. It was instinct, not wanting her to dwell on something that could stir a lapse of control. "Would you like me to go back to the ship to run them?"

“That would be fantastic, Doctor” Hope smiled and gathered up her samples to send with Sol. “We will continue treating injuries and doing our best to keep these folks calm.”

"Of course," Sol nodded deeply to her, almost a bow before setting the samples carefully away in his bag. "Call at any time if you need me to bring anything back with me. I will be as quick as I can," he assured gravely before heading back the way they had come.

Hope and the remaining team would continue to take care of these people. The best care they could provide with a field med kit.

End


Ensign Cameron Kore
Nurse
[Pnpc Taliserra]

Ensign Amanda Turell
Security officer
[Pnpc Taliserra]

Lt. JG Sol
Medical Officer
[PNPC Rowe]

Lt. Hope Ross, MD
Chief Medical Officer

 

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