Wrapping Up, part 1

Posted on Fri Oct 14th, 2011 @ 3:31pm by Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen & Major Leroy Mangalia & 1st Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan & Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez & Chief Warrant Officer Callen Thompson & Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga (Hel) Lowe & Petty Officer 2nd Class Yvette Jaynes & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo
Edited on on Fri Oct 14th, 2011 @ 3:34pm

1,171 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Michnar VII

ON

Helga and Callen had distributed the anti-virus to eeryone in the building -- and the Marines outside. Now, Helga was back to giving out glasses of juice, answering questions and processing out those who were fully recovered.

The attitude in the warehouse had gone from tense frustration to anticipation.

Doctor Leanne Bowen is no longer laying on the cot. She has gotten better after receiving the injection and she was up, giving out the injections. She has ordered Doctor Wesley Valdez to rest another half-hour as he was at his worse before he received the injection.

Nurse Yvette Jaynes has been up and about, passing out glasses of juice. She felt better with only one symptom left: headache. She ignored it, hoping that the medicine for the virus will take care of it.

Tyrr was moving around, checking persons who hadn't gotten the cure in time. Some were falling deep into dementia, and others were already gone. Shaking his head, he called on his Marine training to feel little. Since there was nothing he could do for them, he gave them some decency with a blanket over their bodies. There were few, maybe four or five people who hadn't received his cure in time, and one other that the cure did nothing for. "Doc, I don't know what you want to do with the bodies," he said moving over to the woman. "But I doubt it's doing much for Moral among the civilians."

Noelle walked back into the warehouse "How are things here?" She asked looking around and noticing the changes in the demeanor of those present.

Leanne stopped for a moment to look at the man that she knows little about him. She only knew that his name was Tyrr and that he deals with nuclear, biological, and chemical warfare. Then, she glanced at the female marine executive that approached them before she could answer him. The doctor looked back at Tyrr. "From what I gather, the people of this planet places their dead ones in the ground. Any of our crewmembers, are placed in those black body bags that will be transported to our ship to be placed in a freezer storage." She turned to Noelle, "not good. Is the line of people getting shorter outside? Just continue to giving out the injections," she said to both of them.

Tyrr shook his head, and looked behind him. "Word of a cure has spread across the city state. Everyone, including some of the Govenors and the like are coming to get a shot. I've had to place a few Marines amongst the line, to keep people from demanding they go first." Shaking his head, he looked up as yet another person, a woman was demanding that she receive the vaccine before any one else.

"Ma'am, if you do not get back in line, you'll be ordered to the back of it. I don't know, nor do I really care who you are. Everyone has an equal right to the vaccine, and no one is above anyone else." Signalling, the woman was lead away by two guards before Tyrr looked back at Noelle. "Hows Magnalia?"

"He's out of sickbay," Kara said. "He's going to make a complete recovery. From what I hear he'll have some lovely scars," she added with a chuckle.

"I hope this doesn't get out of control with more coming. We can't handle an overload, but maybe someone can come up with an idea of spraying the environment to handle more with the cure," Doctor Bowen said as she discard an empty vial from the hypospray. She opened the kit and pulled out a fluid-filled vial, placing it into the slot of the instrument. Seeing more people entering, "I better get back to work."

"Now you're just asking for a miracle," Tyrr said to the retreating Doctor. "Wouldn't be too hard, but that'd take an Engineer and more equipment than I can carry."

She nodded and turned, heading towards the entrance as she hoped that there could be something done to fix this in a faster way.

"Can't we give the formula to the doctors on the planet and let them distribute the antidote?" Helge asked. "It would depend on how widespread it is."

"Wasn't it the Doctors that were the ones to create the virus in the first place?" Tyrr asked moving in front of his synthesizer to start producing more of the antidote. The had six vials left, and he knew they'd need about a warehouse full of the things just to make sure every citizen was inoculated. "I mean, does it sound smart giving them the way to completely kill off their disease? Kind of like telling one Ferengi how his Partner keeps making money off of his schemes. Doesn't sound like too good an idea."

Callen popped her head up and stated, "I think it is. It gives these people a fighting chance of survival." She stood there looking at him with a stern look on her face, "After what I've seen I can't believe you would say such things. To second guess what you've created. The cure."

"I'm not double guessing myself," Tyrr said looking over. "I'm double guessing the people on this wretched dirt ball. I'm doubting the government, the doctors, and the people we were sent here to to protect." Tyrr shook his head, creating more of the cure. Since he didn't trust transporters to put the cure correct, he left it to himself to create more of the cure, and make sure it was working.

The surgeon came up behind them slowly. "Our protocol states that we treat our people first and foremost...then, we treat those who need medical care," he said weakly. He rubbed his forehead as he felt the pounding pain. "I need to drink some more juice, nurse...hypoglycemic, I am sure. That virus sure is nasty." Seeing a chair near-by, he took a seat and waited.

Upon request Camilla went and got the man his drink. After it was replicated she walked over and handed it to him. She could still tell he was slightly weak from the virius but then she looked up at Tyrr with a stern look. She spoke no words to him, she'd hope her look was good enough to let him know he should be a shamed of himself to ever think a race like this shouldn't deserve any help. After a few seconds she turned her had back to the man in the chair, "I'm glad your much better, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?" She made her voice sould sweet and soothing even thou she wanted to smack Tyrr in the face.

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez
Surgeon

2nd Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan
Marine XO

Chief Warrant Officer Callen Thompson
Shuttlebay Manager

Staff Sergeant Kara Melo
Platoon Leader

Petty Officer 2nd Class Yvette Jaynes
Nurse

Tyrr
NBC Specialist

Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga Lowe
Nurse

 

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