A Final Forensic Exam (part 1)

Posted on Sat Oct 25th, 2014 @ 8:22am by Lieutenant Mira Jayna & Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga (Hel) Lowe & Lieutenant Ilse Frost & Lieutenant Roberta Andrews & Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark & Lieutenant Ignatz Jones & Admiral Maximilian 'Max' Hunter & Ensign Kela Sirel

1,138 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy

ON

Newmark entered the sterile area , taking time to check the field; he was looking for anything; absolutely anything, out of the ordinary. The Victims were Humanoid, male and the damage was both precise and devastating. He had a tricorder with him and he took out his specialized gloves; it was thick enough to keep his touch sterile yet his sensitive touch; some say overly to the point be being like a tricorder, could get added impressions.

Looking at the bodies he could tell the battle was short and the assailant well trained. Just from comparing the wounds to those he had seen on the battle field he could tell a long bladed weapon was used, a good scan of the wounds would give an impression of the blade by the ripped flesh and signs of hemorrhaging. It is a humanoid trait that without a 'bleeder vein' along the blade to relieve pressure the blade sticks and the wound damage grabs it like a vice grip. The ease with which the blade had to move, one assailant and three victims meant the person moved well. Assassination types made soldiers look like messy butchers; even the elite forces that Newmark had been assigned as Medic to could not have done this extent of damage.

He made notes as he waited for the others to come before really getting a good 'look and feel' for the bodies and what the post mortum might reveal.

"Hello, Doctor," Helga said, setting a tray of instruments next to the doctor. "How can I be of help?"

Jayna walked into the room. "Hi," she said, taking a position where she could watch the doctor and where she could also be out of the way. She nodded at the body. "I saw the sword that killed him. Nice piece of work," she said, referring to the blade.

Blackcat snuffled underneath the surgical mask that he'd been made to wear, unlike that Ignatz fellow. He'd never seen a caitian with hair like that, he hadn't been surprised to find out that Ignatz was only half, though the betazoid hadn't been much of a surprise. It hair like that Ignatz's head looked like a mummy, it had been hard to decide between pity and bursting out laughing at the sight.

Frost stepped out of the bathroom, paused and wavered and ran back in and emptied her stomach once more. She washed her face and brushed her teeth once more to remove the remaining filth that seemed to permeate ones mouth when one vomited. Ilse stepped out and finished putting on the required gear she needed to wear. Her face white underneath her face mask. ~~I so hate dead bodies~~ she thought to herself while she entered the room to find a new caitan and the dark haired intelligence officer she nodded and smiled briefly at both who stood near the surgeon. She was grateful he had arrived and could do this because bluntly she didn't want to. Frost stepped near "Doctor, I am here to help."

Lt. Andrews came into the room, wearing a surgical mask, a hint of peppermint exuding from it. She approached the Doc. "I've heard essence of peppermint help with the 'smell' and stomach."

"The smell is fine." Frost muttered "Its just..." Frost sighed softly she would have a hard time explaining that she just didn't like dead bodies. She preferred to keep patients alive and the dead could not be healed so she didn't explain. Instead she tried to remain focused on what she could do to help the new surgeon.

Andrews came a bit closer. "Gosh Doc, I thought * I * was supposed to be getting nausea attacks.

Frost frowned slightly "Not everyone likes to deal with things that are dead." She whispered and looked at Andrews her gray eyes pleaded not to continue "Now please, shush."

Andrews stood silent as the Admiral stepped in.

Admiral Hunter finally stepped in. He was quiet and began to observe quietly. In his hand was an all black PADD with the insignia of Starfleet Intelligence on the screen, along with a prompt for a code. What his eyes saw, his mind could not process. He knew, deep down, Damion was capable of something like this if pushed to the breaking point, but he also knew this didn't feel right. He knew Damion wasn't here so there had to be an alternative, but all the signs pointed to him.

Newmark had waited until the people had arrived, it was all eyes on him right now, he did not really like it but then he was used to it in a degree. When new surgical procedures are done it is not uncommon for other doctors to observe; so long as the Commodore did not come down, Newmark was fairly sure he could control this.

"Starting the exterior examination." Newmark kept a tricorder close and ran his hands along like a sculptor touching the material. "Nothing really to say a melee struggle, the sword wounds are the only exterior damage.' Newmark could sense the body's reaction, the hemorrhaging around the wounds as the tissue was cast aside in a painful can damaging manner. "One would guess the victims were not struck, the sword was the only weapon used. Also not residual oxidizing of the epidermis, the reddening of top layer of skinskin after a beam weapon attack. "So the depth of the wound show a most probable male as they have better upper body strength." He noted. FEmasled use legs and the thrust is usually not as deep and more precise." He was speaking for those around him. These wounds are careful but brute strength as well as speed, the stabs were for an emphasis, not only piercing but twist as the classic killing move , opening the wound a little more to increase bleeding and assure death."

"Thats not a fact, its an established guess, Lieutenant." Max replied in a firm tone, almost angry. "I have seen female's from many of species who have enough upper body strength to do the same kind of damage with minimal effort. A Vulcan. A Klingon." He paused for a moment to looked around before focusing on Roberta. "She could, for example, given the right amount of training. She has both the upper body strength and height to pull off something almost similar." He looked back to Newmark. "You find me sufficient proof. Hard Evidence." He gave him a stern look before looking back to the body.


(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark
Assistant Chief Medical Officer

Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga Lowe
Nurse

Lieutenant JG Mira Jayna
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer

Rear Admiral Blackcat Panthera
Starfleet JAG, Retired

Lieutenant Ilse Frost
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Roberta Andrews
Chief Science Officer

Admiral Maximilian Hunter
Starfleet Intelligence -- Special Ops

 

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