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"Grey Area"

Summary, Mission #14

The U.S.S. Sentinel has continued its journey towards Starbase 123 with one extra passenger. Shan A'ran has settled in quite well in her 24 hours onboard, and has adjusted to life with other people remarkably well, already making a few friends here and there on the Starfleet crew. He current destination is as yet undecided, or whether the Sentinel Captain is willing to make the detour

for a simple taxi trip. We return now to find out.

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<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::sits sleeping in the chair in his office, his legs on the desk and his chest rising and falling::

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::on the bridge at the Helm, reviewing reports from Astrometrics::

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

Self: Hmmms latest spatial anomaly:: CO: Aye, Sir, course laid in. Ready to engage.

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::doles out a few engineering requests to get some of the faults in replicators and lighting and heating worked out. and runs a few scans of his own to see if he can't suss out the problem himself::

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::wipes the drool off his chin and adjusts his position before dozing back off::

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan_Aran: I hate to cut your stay here short, I hear you've been enjoying yourself, but we're willing to return you to your homeworld should you so desire.

<Shan_Aran>

::opens her mouth slightly as it going to speak, pauses for a moment, then continues:: CO: That's a very kind offer, Captain, but there's no need to go so far out of your way. You can put me down on the next Starbase and i'll find my fortunes from there. ::a grin flashes across her lips:: That's how i've always picked myself up before!

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: Course is laid in, Captain. Shall I engage, or continue on for Starbase?

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan_Aran: You're sure? It's hardly out of our way.

<Shan_Aran>

::nods quickly and smiles:: CO: Of course! You've done so much for me, Captain, you rescued me after months of being stranded - I will fare better on a starbase, I can promise you.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Self: There will be toilet paper everywhere.

<Nurse_Wotesh>

::very slowly and very quickly peeks into the CMO's office, and lightly knocks on the door:: CMO: Uhh....sir? Doctor York?

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan Aran: Alright then. NAV: Well you heard her, carry on to the Starbase.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::grunts:: Self: What is it? ::tries to open his eyes and manages to focus on the Nurse::

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::nods:: CO: Continuing on present course.

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::looks down at this panel:: Outloud: Well, thatre running diagnostics now.

<Nurse_Wotesh>

::takes it back and backtracks out of the room slowly, her voice a whisper:: CMO: Thank you.....

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::huffs::

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

NAV: It might be part of some other problems with minor systems through the ship. the neural gelpacks of some secondary ODN relays are acting up. Working on backup now.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::places his feet on the deck and leans forward, resting his head in his hands:: Self: I need a lackey....I miss Lee.

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

OPS/NAV: Well you know the drill, let me know if anything changes.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::stands up and heads into his private refresher where he splashes some water on his face before standing tall and checking his reflection - runs a handh through his greying hair and yawns::

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

CO: I'll get an engineering team to see what's going on. With any luck, nothing major. ::is there wood he can knock on somewhere?::

ACTION: The refresher sprays water on York's pants.

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan_Aran: So how exactly do you plan on making your way without your ship? Hoping to hitch another ride?

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::shuts the faucet off angrily:: Self: Bloody hell.

<Shan_Aran>

::stops to the closest console and leans against it with a smile:: CO: I'm not useless, sir. I can either find something to trade, or sign on with one of the mechant vessels there - Sometimes you have to start right from the beginning.

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::nods to the CO and OPS, continuing to check his diagnostic reports::

<Tech_Chen>

::frowns into the space where the power relays used to be:: *OPS*: Sir, this is Technician Chen, Damage Control. Can you see if there was an order to pull the bio-neural gelpacks from this junction?

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan_Aran: Fair enough, what time of work you typically in?

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::steps out into his office, drying his pants off with a towel then throws the towel away and pulls his coat tight around him before entering Sickbay::

<Shan_Aran>

::stands a little straighter, showing off her pride:: CO: I'm a trader, sir. I have....::she deflated a little::...had my own ship. And I will again.

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

*Tech*: Why would anyone give an order like that? ::checks logs anyway, just in case::

<Nurse_Wotesh>

::turns to see York stomping out of his office:: CMO: Is everything alright, Doctor? I apologise for waking you....

<Tech_Chen>

::shrugs, despite not being able to be heard:: *OPS*: No idea, but they ain' in the junction.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::waves a hand:: Nurse: Relax, it's fine. You startled me is all. Report?

<Nurse_Wotesh>

CMO: Lieutenant Lynch in bed six is on metorapan for his hand, the prosthetic malfunctioned and set his nerve receptors to pain. Bed four is Susie Wilkins, she's had Talarian flu three times this month - no idea where she's picking it up.

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

*Tech*: Can we get a replacement down there for the time being? We've got minor systems going haywire all over the ship. I can try to track down where our mystery packs went in the meantime.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::Raises an eyebrown:: Nurse: Wait wait....Talarian flu? Onboard this ship?

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::sighs:: Self: Great. *Astrometrics*: Check your systems for any mission bioneural gelpacks. if you find any, let me know. Bridge out.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Nurse: Are there any Talarians onboard?

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

OPS: Anything I should be concerned about?

<Tech_Chen>

*OPS*: Understood, we'll install the ones I grabbed from storage now. Chen out.

<Nurse_Wotesh>

::shakes her head:: CMO: There were several Talarians on the Utopia Planetia repair and build crews, but we have none currently.

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: Sounds like some gelpacks have gone missing, Captain. That would explain my sensor anomalies.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Nurse: Go to her quarters, take some readings. I'll examine her in the meanwhile.

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

CO: I do not see any orders to have them removed, much less replaced.

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

NAV: So maybe not "missing" so much as "borrowed without permission" ::Looks over at that Shan lady::

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::walks over to bed four and brings the diagnostic computer online::

<Shan_Aran>

::stares back at the Captain, not appeciating the look:: CO: If that's all, sir?

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: Perhaps, Sir.

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan_Aran: Actually, if you wouldn't mind sticking around just a little longer. You say you're a trader. What exactly are you planning on trading?

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Self: It's the flu alright....::reads the report, looking for anything out of the ordinary::

<Shan_Aran>

::narrows her eyes:: CO: SAY I'm a trader!? My family were traders long before your mother was a twinkle in your grandfather's eye! With all due respect, of course.

<Shan_Aran>

<Nurse_Wotesh>

::hovers over York's shoulder:: CMO: We have the quarantine field up around her bed, just like last time. We're not sure where she could be getting reinfected.

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

::glances at Shan and her outburst before turning back to his station with a shake of his head:: Self: Of course.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::looks over his shoulder:: Nurse: Are you still here?

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan Aran: Of course, that still leaves me wondering what you're planning on trading at the starbase once you arrive.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Nurse: And the question is not how is she getting reinfected!

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::looks down at his console::

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::grabs a hypo and injects a glass vial before taking a blood sample:: Nurse: It's why isn't her immune system working?

<Shan_Aran>

::looks defensive, folding her arms across her chest:: CO: I have a few baubles I managed to save from my ship, that'll get me a few buyins at a few auctions, and from there I can make enough for proper cargo runs. IF you must know.

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: Captain, Ill converge with our position in about 3 hours. ::puts the sensor data on the screen::

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

::adds:: CO: Too far out for a visual.

<Nurse_Wotesh>

::frowns:: CMO: We run a full set of cultures for her last time, she doesn't have any autoimmune markers.

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

Nurse: I don't believe in coincidences. There are not three strains of the Talarian flu onboard this ship. Bring me her readings from earlier admittance and compare.

<Nurse_Wotesh>

::nods: CMO: Right away, Doctor ::runs off to setup the relevant PADDs::

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

NAV: Any indication of where they were coming from?

<CMO_Cmdr_York>

::takes a blood sample and places it in the scanner::

<Shan_Aran>

CO: If you're done accusing me of theft, Captain, I would like to be excused.

<NAV_LtCmdr_Marsland>

CO: It appears they are coming from Rho Puppis, Captain.

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

Shan Aran: I didn't hear any accusations, but as they used to say, don't leave town.

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

NAV: Well that's quite the coincidence.

<Shan_Aran>

::nods, turning and leaving, the turbolift whisking her away::

<CO_Cmdr_Yeremenko>

OPS: Keep tabs on her. This dosn't smell right.

<OPS_Lt_Baudin>

CO: Let's hope we aren't falling into some sort of trap, sir.

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