Aftermath! (part 4)

Posted on Thu Sep 22nd, 2011 @ 8:53am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga (Hel) Lowe & Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen & Major Leroy Mangalia & Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Ensign Robert Tyler & Chief Warrant Officer Callen Thompson

1,083 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Base Camp, Michnar VII

ON

[OLD]

The corpsman, already having a bad day spun on the man. "Tell her to bring it. If people come down here, they contract a virus that just MUTATED INFRONT OF ME!" He started yelling at Daniels. "DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO THEM THAT THEY'RE LIKELY TO PUT THEIR LIVES IN DANGER FOLLOWING ORDERS BECAUSE YOU THINK-" Tyrr cut himself off, grabbed a small object and threw it as well. "Sorry, but with the Marines here, theres more than enough security. And with Captain Mangalia awake finally, we're in good hands. You want to hurt more people by bringing them down here? Be my guest, but when she sticks her foot so far up your anus, don't come crying to me."

[NEW]

Spinning back to the equipment he began studying the virus again, grabbing readouts as they printed. "Great, it's a weapon. Call this location in complete shut down, no one in or out, period."

The virus has already affected Doctor Bowen's concentration. She agreed to follow the corpsman's plan. He sure needs to control his anger, she thought.

Callen almost dropped the tray when Tyrr threw a tatrum right infront of everyone. When he calmed down she sat the tray down and ran off to tell everyone that base was going to be shut down. She hated the thought of angering him and being ending up like the foreign objects he threw to the wall.

Muttering darkly to himself, Tyrr began working on a way to de-weaponize, and cure the virus that had been implanted. He didn't know if anyone had this technology any more, but it angered him. Being only human, and knowing what it took to do something like this, he had a healthy respect for the creator. Grabbing a pen, he laid it back down gently as he began dictating notes to himself, writting nothing down. His eidetic memory would keep everything in perfect clarity until the time in which he had to write out the report.

Wesley wasn't sure if what he dreamed was real or not. He opened his eyes, but his eyelids can only open half way. A headache caused him to close them. He shivered as he curled under the blanket and turned over to get his back to stop hurting. He wondered how long he has been sleeping.

After Callen was done locking the place up she noticed some one had woken up. She walked over and bend down to face them, "Are you ok," she asked the guy in the bed laying on his side.

The surgeon didn't look at her. "A nail into my brain...headache."

"Well I can give you something to help you," she stated as she got up and went to get the hypo spray. Walking towards the counter she picked one with some pain relef inside of it then walked back to the man and injected it on the side of his neck. "You should start feeling better soon," she stated to him messaging his shoulders for a moment.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. "Thanks. How's Doctor Bowen doing? I should be up helping her do the research..." He didn't expect her to rub his shoulders, but it seem to ease his muscles.

"Shhhh hush know," she stated to him, "You must rest. Doctor Bowen is doing her best but the virus is taking its tole. But good news is they might have found the cure. So it shouldn't be long before your back on your feet sir." Then she continued to rub his shoulders and finish, "You feel better?"

"Yessss," he said as he fell asleep.

---Outside the Surgical Suite---

The twins looked around, dressed as civilians, both with loaded guass weapons, and phasers under the clothing. They needed to look nondescript, and as normal as possible for two Betazoid twins connected through thought could be. "Lieutenant, we're ready," they said in unison.

Daniels left the Surgical suite, cursing. "Daniels to Tyler. I need the Assistant Chief Security officer. If Kyt's in sickbay, her codes won't work. This dillweed of a marine corpsman just issued a quarantine order, and I need a Security over-ride. We've got exactly one able-bodied security officer down here. And I'm out of phaser power."

"Ah, Lad. Are you, perhaps, suffering from a bout of memory loss?" The british-clipped voice of Robert Tyler filled the air. "If you are able-bodied, and on duty, that means that, as Kyt assigned you the job, those are your command-codes."

Daniels smacked his head. "Right." He muttered. "Security Override to regulation 2174-B, regarding quarantine situations. Code Daniels-Delta 4 Delta. I want a security team, in hazmat suits, with a separate sterile field generator operating inside, wearable on their person. I want them on a liquid IV-fed diet, and peeing out a cathoder bag. No breathing of the air down here, no eating food, no drinking, nothing. Rotate them every three hours. Set up a bio-decontamination site on a transporter-equipped shuttle outside city limits. No air in, or out. Same rules apply for all members in decontamination zone. Bio-hazard suits, with a separate sterile field generator inside. Cathoder, and IV-fed. If anyone gives you grief, you are, hereby, following orders of the acting Chief Security, and Tactical Officer."

Helga gave him an odd look. Everyone down here so far was contaminated. At least in the immediate area. With everything under control at the moment she thought Daniels was overreacting just a bit.

"Wow. Sure, Kid. I'll get right on it. I'll pass your notes on to the others, as well." Tyler said.

"Tell the Marine CO that the medical corpsman down here needs some relief, too. He's a bit overstressed, and suffering from the virus." Daniels said.

Tyler responded with a simple "Aye sir."

"Captain Mangalia still isn't reporting," one of the few battle dressed Marines said walking over. "And Corpsman Tyrr is always like that trying to find a way to kill off someone's quote UN-quote good idea. He's a little high strung, which if you look at it from his perspective, is a good thing. He's dedicated his life to Nuclear, Biological and Chemical warfare and how to defeat it. You don't do that without a bit of insanity poking through."

(To be continued...)

Coreman Tyrr
NBC Specialist

Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Callen
Shuttlebay Manager

Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez
Surgeon

Betazoid Twins
Marines

Ensign Robert Tyler
Security Officer

 

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