U.S.S. Sentinel - 11411.24, Mission #22

"Layover"


 

<GM_James>

Summary

 

<GM_James>

The Sentinel crew have found their wayward officers, and it seems just in the nick of time. Whilst some quick thinking brought Ensign Hamlet out of his stupor - and perhaps back from the dead - he still has numerous injuries to accounts for. Cadet Rilu remains trapped inside the machine, however, despite their captor having been forcibly ejected too.

 

<GM_James>

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<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::runs towards the pod containing the Kressari and scans him for lifesigns::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#::looking at the captor in the pod, now disconnected::

 

ACTION: As the cords are pulled, Sosheth disappears from the simulation and his body convulses just once before his heart stops and his brainwave patterns cease

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

#::looking at the Sentinel from the viewport, a mug of coffee in his hands::

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#CMO: Is that the bastard who did this?

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: continues scanning the people and trying to figure out a way to walk them up without temporarily or permanently killing them ::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#Self: Damnit. ::grabs the kit and places it on the Kressari's chest:: All: Clear.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#::stands back::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Stands clear::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#MED: Any change in the others now that this bastard is out?

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#NAV: No sir. Still in whatever dreamland they're in. Or dead.

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#MED: It's no dreamland lass.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#MED: Its a god damned hell.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#::frowns::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#SCI: I would think so. Those are some pretty nasty wounds.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#MED: 2ccs Lectrazine! Quick!

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: hand hypo over :: CMO: Right here

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::charges the cardiostimulator again:: All: Clear!

ACTION: The Kressari's body jerks once more, then remains still.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::grabs the hypo and injects the Kressari::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#MED: I'll be fine. We need to get Rilu out of there.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#ALL: Then our secrets lay with him. ::motions to the Kressari::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#Self: If we can wake him up...

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::charges the cardiostimulator again:: All: Clear!

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

#::taps his commbadge:: *Sentinel*: Captain Parker to the Sentinel.

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

Bridge: Station security is on the scene with our people. Sounds like...chaos. But at least one of our people is out and alive.  But there is also one body.  Not one of ours, it seems...

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: has a sudden idea :: CMO: Does epinephrine work on Kressari?

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::perks up, brow furrowing:: *CO*: Captain Parker, sir? What can we do for you?

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::holds out his hand:: MED: Hurry up then!

 

ACTION: The Kressari's body remains still for just a moment, his lifesigns fluctuating as he goes into cardiac arrest, bucking and shaking.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: loads a hypo and passes it over ::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Looks over the pod containing Rilu, resting his hand on his:: Self: Hold on lad, we'll get you out.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::injects the Kressari, then starts cpr::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

<on it>

 

ACTION: The Kressari stops shaking, then just as suddenly sucks in a huge gasp of air, almost sitting all the way up before collapsing back to the table.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: continues scanning Rilu's pod and trying to think of a way to safely get him out of that "hell" ::

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

#*OPS*: I have received orders from Starfleet Command to the Sentinel. Please have Lieutenant Commander Stradiot contact me at her earliest convenience. In the meantime, my belongings are on Deck 3 in the visitor’s wing here. Please have them moved aboard ship.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::checks for a pulse::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#::raises an eyebrow:: Self: Holy hell.

 

<Sosheth>

#::reaches up and grabs York by the collar swiftly, using the grip to pull himself up close, whispering something in the man's ear before collapsing back to the bed. Dead::

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#NAV: You said it, sir.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::eyes go wide, then crawls into the pod and starts cpr::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#Kressari: No you don't you scaly son of a bitch.

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

*CO*: Yes sir, as soon as possible. ::which might be a little bit...::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Rushes over to Sosheth:: Sosheth: No! You fookin' bastard! You better beldy wake up.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: looks down at tricorder and sighs :: CMO: Sir... I'm pretty sure he's dead...

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

#::nods to himself:: *OPS*: Very well, Parker out. ::closes the comm::

<Sosheth>

#::remains unresponsive::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::sighs and sits up, looking down at the Kressari:: MED: Find something to bring the Bajoran out....alive, we're not doing this again! ::slams his fist into the pod::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#CMO: Aye sir. I've been scanning him, but the two results so far are so opposite, it might as well be a.. crap-shoot

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::crawls out of the pod:: MED: That your medical opinion?

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#::nods:: CMO: He looked like he was talking to you. He say something?

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Joins York in slamming his fist down on the pod, starts incoherently swearing in Klingon, or Scottish...who can tell::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::turns to Tom:: NAV: 'It was for the greater good'. Hell if I know what he was on about.

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#CMO: He was experimenting on us.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#CMO: I... don't know. It's the best opinion I have so far. I can't really tell at this point.

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::might as well arrange for the captain's things to be brought aboard. there's not much he can do from here but wait for updates anyway.::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#::runs his tricorder at each of the people still encased in the pods, looking for some commonality between then::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

<them>

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::looks over at SCI:: SCI: Oi, Hulk....give it a rest and use your giant head to help us get your friend out.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::walks over to the Bajoran and starts scanning him::

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Growls at York:: ALL: Right then. Everyone. Rilu is trapped in a real-time simulation. That son of a bitch there ::pointing at Sosheth:: Had us fighting numerous different enemies, and scanned us whenever we were on the verge of death.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#MED: Intern! Are you carrying a neural paralyzer in your kit?!

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#CMO: Aye sir. :: digs it out of kit and tries not to be pissed at being called "intern" ::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#ALL: He did this a number of times, killed us via different means, testing us, experimenting. Rilu died at one point in my arms, of breakbone fever... he bled out of every orafice and even sweat blood.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#ALL: ….. ew.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::takes the small device and applies it to the Bajoran's forehead, attaching the nodes and switching it on:: All: This device is used in surgery as a preanesthetic, it depresses cardiac and respiratory functions.... incidentally making the subject nearly appear dead, but shutting down most neural functions....I have a hunch.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: shudders a bit at the description of breakbone fever ::

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#All: He wanted us to die several times in the pursuit of something. And he was methodical and ruthless in his approach.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#SCI: Exactly.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#SCI: That's... disgusting. What the hell made him do that?

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#All: He is your archetypal mad-scientist.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::scans the Bajoran's brain patterns and starts the device::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Hunches over, exhuasted at the ordeal, whilst still trying to think and contribute:: Self: Death....

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#MED: See...there are certain wavelengths which match inputs from the computer terminal attaching him to the pod....I'm going to cancel them out. ::starts tapping away at his tricorder::

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: watches and wonders if this will even work ::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#SCI: As much as I love a good tragedy, you really need to shut up and let me focus.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#::looks at Ensign Hamlet:: SCI: You know, we have a few drinks and then I leave you two alone, and you get abducted by the Pod Person?

 

ACTION: One of the wavelengths disappears, and there's a signifying blip from the pod. Nothing else seems to have changed.

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

#::watches as a cart of his belongings moves past him down the corridor towards the Sentinel::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::grins and continues identifying the wavelenghts::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Laughs lightly at Marsland:: NAV: All in a day of Starfleet eh?

 

ACTION: Another disappears, the pod blipping, and then with a *shunk* the nodes attached to Rilu's body release and he goes limp

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#ALL: Indeed… ::turns:: CMO: York, Im heading back to the Sentinel. Let me know if you need anything. I’m useless here.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::grabs the Bajoran's nect and checks for a pulse:: NAV: Sure...bye.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

#*OPS*: Marsland to the Sentinel. One to beam up.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::let's out a breath and runs a bioscan::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: readies another hypo in case it's needed ::

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::beams to the bridge. look at him saving you the trouble of all that walking, eh?::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::materializes on the bridge, a bit confused::

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

NAV: Only one? Are the others still working on the pods?

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#MED: He's stable....sleeping it seems. A bit malnutriotioned. Get him and Hulk over there to Sickbay.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Looks over the pods, running his hands along them, whilst starting at the Kressari:: Sosheth: What we're you testing eh? What was your field, your hypothesis? Gimmie something...

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::looks over at SCI:: SCI: Your friend will be fine.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#CMO: Good!

 

ACTION: Station Security stands around in the room, going over a few of the items and cataloguing everything for the report

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#CMO: Aye sir. Sarissa to Sentinel. Three for direct transport to sickbay.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#MED: Oi, four.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#MED: Belay that.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

OPS: Yep. Looked like they were just getting the rest out as I was heading back. Commander York had everything under control over there.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#MED: I'm fine. I need to look over this.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::looks at the Klingon:: SCI: You, shut up. You are going to Sickbay and that's an order.

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

OPS: Although the guy who had kidnapped our men is dead.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#CMO: This cannot be the end of it.

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

NAV: ...I do not suppose you got much out of him. I'd like whatever information we have by the end of it, to make a proper report.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#CMO: I though you wanted to stay here. SCI: You are most certainly not fine. Six cracked ribs, internal bleeding. The only place you are going it straight to sickbay

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#CMO: This is sophisticated equipment, someone was funding his exploits.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#SCI: No one is saying it is! There will be time to investigate later, right now you are going to Sickbay or the Brig, up to you.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Collapses to the floor::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::sighs:: MED: Sickbay, now.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#:: curses in Romulan :: Sentinel: Emergency transport to sickbay for three, please!

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#Self: Its bin a looong day

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::hops to that emergency transport::

 

ACTION: The relevant people are beamed straight to sickbay

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::watches them disappear without him:: Self: Honestly?

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::nods:: OPS: I’ll make sure you get all of the pertinent data.

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

#::Whispers in Sarissa's ear:: MED: Dont tell my wife.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

#SCI: She'll find out anyway

 

<GM_James>

#<Station_Sec>

::glances around at everything:: CMO: Commander, I think our Doctor will want to see the body, but the investigation is yours. What shall we do with everything here?

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::walks around the room, taking in the equipment:: Station Sec: Quarantine this room, don't touch anything. I will have my teams look it over.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

#::walks to the Kressari:: Self: What is this...?

 

TIMEWARP: Twelve hours pass. The equipment in the Kressari's room has been catalogued, the data copied and left with York and the Sentinel crew along with one of the pods for studying. The Freighter Captain has been notifed, and the crew (Including Hamlet, despite Medical suggestions he remain in sickbay) is gathered in the Observation Lounge.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::leans back in his seat, the one closest to the exit and yawns::

 

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::sitting in his chair::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: brought a bag with her but hasn't opened it yet, and is feeling a bit nervous about doing so ::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Is looking out at the stars, thinking to himself:: Self: Who were you? Who did you work for? What was so important about Death?

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::walks into the Observation Lounge, a PADD in hand and a small bag with him::

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::snaps to attention when the man with the pips comes in::

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::takes an appraising look around the room:: ALL: At ease. We’ll make this quick.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: sees the guy with pips and uses her foot to push the bag further under the table ::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::yawns again and blinks his eyes, hoping to get back to Sickbay soon to continue work on the equipment gathered from the scene::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Nods:: CO: Welcome to the Sentinel Cap'n.

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::reads off the PADD:: ALL: To Captain Jonathan Parker. By order of Starfleet Command you are hereby assigned to the USS Sentinel as Commnanding Officer, as per Starfleet Transfer Order SFR-02-0933-3440. ::sets the PADD down:: ALL: I look forward to working with all of you.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: nods respectfully ::

 

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

CO: Pleasure to have you aboard, sir.

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

::raises his head up:: CO: Captain, it's an honor.

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

ALL: It’s always a good day in the career of a Commanding Officer when he can award his crew.  I’m still getting my bearings on everything that happened on the station, but I think I have a decent grasp on the events of previous few days, and your previous mission.  That said, Ensign Sarissa and Commander York, front and center!

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::sighs::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: jerks a bit and prays he didn't notice the bag, but nervously complies ::

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::looks over at the Commander::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::stands up slowly and walks over to the Captain::

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::takes two small boxes off the table and hands one to each of them:: ALL: By order of Starfleet Command, you are hereby awarded the Starfleet Lifesaving Medal, for actions performed here on Stardate 11411.24.  Congratulations.

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::offers a hand to both the CMO and MED::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::takes the box without pomp and shakes the man's hand::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

::Claps::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

CO: Thank you, sir :: takes the box and shakes the captain's hand ::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::walks back to his seat, looking for the bin::

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::nods:: TAC: Cadet Rilu, front and center.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: sits back down and nudges the bag closer ::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::sits down and gives up looking, then leans into the intern and hands her his box:: MED: Here, have two.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: looks at the box, confused :: CMO: But its yours...

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::shrugs:: MED: Keep it in your bag, I don't care. It's just a piece of metal.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

CMO: You keep it. Or I won't let you see what's in the bag... And you will be very disappointed not to, promise. :: picks bag up and sets it on the table ::

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::sets a box with a single pip in front of the Cadet:: TAC: By order of Starfleet Command, you are hereby promoted to Ensign, to rank as such from this date. Congratulations!

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::places the box on the desk before him::

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

::welling with tear:: CO: Captain, thank you.

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

ALL: Last but not least, our Executive Officer will be awarded her full third pip when I track her down.  I hear she’s busy badgering the Starbase into pushing up our repairs.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::whispers and hands Rilu his box:: TAC: You also get this...it's for dying a lot.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: glares at York ::

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

::Chuckling:: CMO: Thanks York.

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

ALL:  We will depart Starbase once repairs are complete. I am still going over our new orders, but we will be heading for Starbase 123.  I expect all Departments to have status reports to me by morning. I’ll also be wanting to meet with all of my senior staff.  Again… I look forward to working with all of you.  Dismissed.

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::winks at the kid and straigthens in his seat::

 

<SCI_Ens_Hamlet>

TAC: Congratulations lad. You've done yourself great honour. ::Pats him on the shoulder as he moves off to leave the lounge::

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

CO: Captain, a word.

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: pulls a bottle of alcohol out of the bag :: All: I don't care how illegal it is, I think that some people in here deserve some Romulan ale!

 

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

CO: My deal with Captain....Captain....the one before you, was that the Sentinel would take me back to Starbase 123. I hope that deal is still in order?

 

<TAC_Cdt_Rilu>

SCI: Ow!  That hurts still!

 

<CO_Capt_Parker>

::eyes his new Medical staff with a stern gaze::

 

<MED_Ens_Sarissa>

:: avoids captain's gaze VERY carefully ::

 

<GM_James>

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