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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #210 on: September 06, 2018, 06:20:11 pm »
Tapping his combadge, Alec responded,  =/\= Commander, we may have something. We'll keep you apprised.  =/\=

[Commander Gregory Ellis
USS Leeds - Bridge]


It was all that Greg needed to hear. That there was a chance, that they in turn, could offer one to the Station. "Morelli, our destinations?"

"Habitat Ring, sir."

"Good. Let's go. Helm, maintain current distance from the Spelling."

[SBC - Habitat Ring to Promenade]

The Klingons had left a bit of a trail of destruction in their wake. Greg and his small team stepped over remains of both people and environmental suits and followed the sound of phaser fire, which they'd pinpointed as originating somewhere on the Promenade.

A small contingent from the Spelling had discovered that many of the civilians were holed up in many of the Station's establishments, where treatment centers had been cobbled together and food had been provided. Those civilians would be sitting ducks, and they knew it. Outside a place called 'Puzzles', which in a fleeting moment sounded vaguely familiar to Greg, he and his team stopped and engaged with a Spelling crewman. He had his gun pointed at a man who was on his knees and spluttering painfully as an horrific cough wracked his chest.

"Drop it!"

***

[NPC - Dr. Marianne White - Leeds Sickbay]

[Secure Science Lab]

"Once we start modifying the bacteria, we won't have time to backtrack and try to run other simulations if we're wrong. It takes too long for them to replicate." The words came out harsher than he intended, but he didn't bother pausing to apologize. He turned his gaze to the screen once more and breathed deeply, then started talking once more. "We could inject the patients with a binding hydrocarbon that we can tailor to attach to the proteins of the viral envelope in 12F. Those hydrocarbon chains will then act as recognition flags for our Pseudomonas aeruginosa and signal them to attack. If we're doing this, I can start preparing that now."

Mari began inputting new information and parameters into the console, intent on adapting the simulation for the inclusion of the hydrocarbon chains. She wasn't at all sure that it would work, but with the time constraints, their hands were figuratively tied. She had nobody on that Station, unlike Alec and this Lieutenant. That didn't mean she wasn't feeling the pressure, but she also knew that she could fly off in the Leeds without much more than a faint sense of disappointment that she hadn't finished the problem.

Xander glanced down at his PADD and paled, then jumped to his feet and marched over to the incubation racks. "We're out of time. We need to make this now. If you want to help, beam over to my location. If not, I don't blame you."

She looked at Alec for a moment, searching his expression for the answer. She then moved toward a nearby cabinet and began pulling out various scientific paraphernalia, including lightweight medical gloves and breathing masks. She pushed them into Alec's arms, adjusted her white coat and tapped her commbadge. "In for a penny, in for a pound." She muttered to Alec, quoting an old phrase her grandfather had always used.

=/\= "Dr. White to Transporter Room 1. Please beam myself and Alec Trenzal to Lieutenant Dorset's laboratory on the Starbase Columbus." =/\=

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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #211 on: September 07, 2018, 09:16:59 am »
[Commander Gregory Ellis
[SBC - Habitat Ring to Promenade]

The Klingons had left a bit of a trail of destruction in their wake. Greg and his small team stepped over remains of both people and environmental suits and followed the sound of phaser fire, which they'd pinpointed as originating somewhere on the Promenade.

A small contingent from the Spelling had discovered that many of the civilians were holed up in many of the Station's establishments, where treatment centers had been cobbled together and food had been provided. Those civilians would be sitting ducks, and they knew it. Outside a place called 'Puzzles', which in a fleeting moment sounded vaguely familiar to Greg, he and his team stopped and engaged with a Spelling crewman. He had his gun pointed at a man who was on his knees and spluttering painfully as an horrific cough wracked his chest.

"Drop it!"


[Puzzles Office]

[NPC - Alex Simpson]

Alex continued to watch the live Security feed whilst occasionally checking on Leanna, making sure she was kept hydrated and comfortable whilst fighting his own tiredness and sore throat. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he started to feel unwell but hoped that it wouldn't get any worse especially with protecting the bar from the men intent on wiping everyone out.

His eyes were sore and had to stop himself from nodding off, keeping himself propped up until he saw the small group dressed in protective suits make their way towards Puzzles. Seeing how cold they were as one of them prepared to fire at a man on his knees clearly in pain before another group appeared wearing Starfleet uniforms and wearing masks over their faces.

" Lea you need to see this "He said with urgency, turning the screen towards his boss.

Lea looked over from where she was propped up on the sofa and saw what was happening and despite how she felt and the terror within from what she had seen in her nightmare, actually smiled as she recognised the man in charge of the group that had just arrived.

" It's Flick's brother Greg, I recognise him from the photo's that she's shown me " she replied " If he's here then the Captain must of sent for help" she replied " Gather the others and prepare to raise the shutters".

Alex listened and if Lea was right then maybe just maybe everyone wouldn't be harmed and he could finally sleep. So he nodded and left Lea before quickly finding Reuben and Jack, then the three of them went over to the entrance and prepared to raise the shutters once safe to do so.

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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #212 on: September 07, 2018, 11:30:35 am »
[Habitat Ring]

Adeyemi was quite shamed to find himself being lulled to sleep. It was unusual, and he attributed it to his sickness. He was a solid eight hours a day man,never napped, and had once fallen asleep at a rendezvous point after an observation mission on Ios VII. He had always been able to sleep wherever, whenever, for the duration.

[Service Lift]

The old man had been stunned a handful of times, but sickness or doggedness had forced them into the kill shot. Or they had been ordered to kill and were fudging their orders on purpose. Either way, the man had taken a blast to the chest that reduced it to a cratered, smoking ruin. The admiral was glad Lyric could not smell and that his own nose was stuffed up. The scent must have been unimaginable.

"Neural Core," He said weakly, only to his companion, but the malfunctioning computer parroted a weak chirp in reply, and off they went.

"This isn't...proper, Mc...Lyric." He told her. "I stand on my own two feet, by the grace and power of our Lord Jesus Christ. Let me be..."

His words were brave, and he made a feeble struggle in her strong grip. It did nothing. Sweat was pouring down his face at an alarming rate. He coughed and made a weak attempt to unbutton his uniform collar, as weakly as a kitten.

[Neural Core]

Analyn was napping.

In her dreams, something formless and colorless but for the faintest wisp of an angry red had crept into her quarters, the one she had used to share with Adeyemi. Under the sealed door, somehow, like a silent and deadly gas attack. It flowed closer and closer to her. Looking down, she saw she was wearing a pair of miniature Starfleet boots. The red mist curled around them at a deceptive speed. She lifted her foot; the mist followed. Up her leg with the black leggings, the pink skirt, the little jacket, into her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream--

She awoke suddenly, feeling the weight of her sickness drag at her body. Analyn did not understand why she could not respond as quickly as she usually did. Tears spilled down the tiny cheeks as, turtle like, she found her way off of her back onto a seated position.

The door to the service lift opened, and she cried louder, expecting the red mist that had choked her in her dreams. But it wasn't, it was two figured stepping out, one of whom she did not recognize, but the other...

"Mack 'Em?!" She piped out in a sickly voice. "What's wrong? Why is he...are you sick?"

The little girl stood with great effort, and sneezing and coughing and sweating, hazel eyes bright with her own illness, dragged herself over to the man and the woman emerging.

"...daddy? Daddy, wake up." Analyn said to him softly, hopefully, tears in her eyes.

[Neural Core]

Lyric made her way inside and carefully deposited Adeyemi's unconscious body on the floor next to ANaLYN. She wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep or passed out, and maybe that was a mercy. With a delicate motion, she loosened his collar so he could breathe a little easier.

"Just... let him rest, little one. He needs his strength." With a light pat to the hologram's head, she looked around the room. Monitors and computer equipment filled most of the room.

"I guess all of this is you, isn't it?" Lyric waved a hand around, but ANaLYN didn't answer. She had knelt down next to Adeyemi and laid her head on his chest sniffling. "Computers don't get sick... They do get viruses though." The engineer talked to herself as she walked over to the main console and started to look through the files for something that could help. There were the typical systems scans and reports that showed much of 'her' operating systems were infected beyond the point where anti-virus software could clear them. She almost despaired, out of options when something in a report from 3 months back caught her attention. ANaLYN had a regularly scheduled total operating systems backup file saved. If she could restore the AI to a previous uninfected save state, 'her' antivirus protocols could be adjusted to flush the 'illness' from the rest of the station's systems.

With a renewed optimism, she attempted to open the neural bypass conduit access to swap in the backup file. However, due to increased security measures, someone had determined access to ANaLYN's brain required the security clearance of a captain or higher, and being a lowly crewman, she did not make that cut. Without verifying identity through a retinal scan and thumb print, the access panel would not unlock. For a changeling, this was only a moral deterrent though. With a quick apology to Adeyemi's prone form, she shifted to an exact replica of the Admiral.

Lyric put her... his hand on the screen and leaned forward for the bright flash of the scan, unblinking. The access panel released with an audible click and slid open. With a sigh, she shifted back to her normal form quickly. She hated to take another person's face, it felt dishonest, but it was necessary this time. She tapped her commbadge, balancing the backup file data stick on the palm of her other hand.

=/\= "McDaniels to Ops, I'm in the Neural Core. I.. I'm about to reset ANaLYN to an uncorrupted save and try to flush the systems. I don't know what reaction that might cause, but it seems to be the only option right now. I didn't want to not tell anyone." =/\=

Quickly, she changed out the data stick, and returned to the main console, rewriting the anti-virus coding as the reboot protocol activated. The room shook and the lights flickered, but the power remained on.


 


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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #213 on: September 07, 2018, 12:05:16 pm »
[Primary Sickbay]

Nora took in Felicity's information about the potential source of the illness and frowned. "You don't suppose it was planted there, do you?" Before she could get a response, however, the other doctor began behaving most strangely. She felt her face flush ever so slightly as she protested, "Dr. Lunn! That is hardly appropriate conduct!"

She shook her head as he wandered away and turned to Felicity once more. "We need to find a cure. And fast." She leaned over as another wave of coughs wracked her body. She felt nausea begin to claw its way up her throat and she swallowed. The last thing she needed right now was to choke on her own vomit. Reaching into her pocket, she sent her grandson one message on her PADD: Hurry.

[Primary Sickbay]

"Borrowed time." Felicity was watching Rinata as he bent almost in half, trying to get a sudden onslaught of coughing under control. Her PADD was pinging, and she knew why. The reports from Secondary Sickbay that she'd requested, and no doubt bad news. She ignored it while her fading attention returned to Edair's readings. She could hear the alarm on Maggie's bed chirp, along with Syva's. Rinata and Lunn looked sluggish to Felicity, but they still reacted, which was more than she could say for herself.

Her hand tightened around the corner of the monitor, which unknown to her, had been a bit of a physical support. Her knuckles whitened while the corners of her vision darkened. A shiver ran through her body, waves of pinpricks that left a numbness in their wake. She swallowed and closed her eyes for one blessed moment. "I'm going to sit down, I think. Just for a minute."

She lowered herself slowly until her behind hit the ground, and she leaned a little into Nora's chair. She pulled her knees up toward her chest and then rested her forehead atop them. "Five minutes," her voice came out muffled and a little slurred, but right then she could still speak, so she continued.

=/\= "Ellis to Dorset. Hi. Any progress?" =/\=

***

[NPC - Commander Gregory Ellis
SBC - Puzzles]


The crewman with the rifle swung it around to point at Greg. At least, Greg thought, he isn't pointing it at the sick civilian anymore.

"We have orders." The armed man glanced at Greg's collar quickly, and amended. "Commander."

"I understand that, Crewman. But he's an unarmed civilian. Surely there's a better way of going about this?"

The crewman's expression faltered, but he didn't answer. Meanwhile, Greg's own team were positioning themselves in an ambush formation, trying to maintain their advantage. "You're surrounded Crewman, you all are." The sweep of his gaze included the rest of the Crewman's team. "Drop your weapons. There'll be no more murders this evening."

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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #214 on: September 07, 2018, 01:04:20 pm »
[NPC - Commander Gregory Ellis
SBC - Puzzles]


The crewman with the rifle swung it around to point at Greg. At least, Greg thought, he isn't pointing it at the sick civilian anymore.

"We have orders." The armed man glanced at Greg's collar quickly, and amended. "Commander."

"I understand that, Crewman. But he's an unarmed civilian. Surely there's a better way of going about this?"

The crewman's expression faltered, but he didn't answer. Meanwhile, Greg's own team were positioning themselves in an ambush formation, trying to maintain their advantage. "You're surrounded Crewman, you all are." The sweep of his gaze included the rest of the Crewman's team. "Drop your weapons. There'll be no more murders this evening."

[Puzzles]

[NPC - Alex Simpson]

Alex had one hand on the phaser and the other on the door controls whilst Reuben and Jack stood close by ready to fire. The men realised they might be outnumbered but they wanted to defend the bar and the people within no matter what.

After a few more tense filled minutes and with the bar filled with silent conversations and the sounds of the sick, Alex gave the signal and began to raise the security shutters. Once they reached half way he peered outside just as the man Lea had identified as Flick's brother gave his warning to the ones who had wanted to kill and his men surrounded them.

Alex then looked at Jack and Reuben, a grin forming on his face as he allowed the shutters to open fully and they stood there with their phasers raised at the men clad in suits.

" You heard him and we have no problem helping them make sure you don't"He said defiantly before addressing Greg.

" We're glad you're here and so is Leanna, she told us who you were"He explained keeping an eye on the suits.



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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #215 on: September 07, 2018, 04:46:10 pm »
[Captain's Office - Aryn Corliss]

Aryn's eyes opened briefly to see a massive Klingon looming over her and hear the hiss of a hypospray as it was pressed to her arm. She stared at him groggily before she closed her eyes again, unable to muster the energy to say anything.

[Captain's Office]

Naira's eyes shot open and she inhaled deeply as the stimulant hit her system and she was roused from her state of drowsiness. She still felt quite weak and the thought of sleep weighed heavy on her mind, but she knew she had a job to do and lives depended on her.

"Check to make sure she is still breathing. If she begins to seize, I want you to administer a low dose of Tricordrazine and make sure she can't hurt herself." She instructed the General.

"And what about you?" He asked with a concerned look plastered across his face as he gently released her and moved to check on the other woman. Naira slowly shook her head. He didn't need to know that the stuff was strong enough to kill a healthy, fully grown Klingon, even in small doses.

While he pressed his fingers to the neck of the unconscious lieutenant to check her pulse, Naira reached up to tap her commbadge.

=/\= Medlab, Science, please tell me you have something? =/\=

Her eyelids felt heavy while the rest of her body felt as if it were some distant entity she was merely observing. How much longer they could carry on like this, she wasn't sure, but she knew they were running out of time.     

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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #216 on: September 07, 2018, 06:05:38 pm »
[NPC - Dr. Marianne White - Leeds Sickbay]

Mari began inputting new information and parameters into the console, intent on adapting the simulation for the inclusion of the hydrocarbon chains. She wasn't at all sure that it would work, but with the time constraints, their hands were figuratively tied. She had nobody on that Station, unlike Alec and this Lieutenant. That didn't mean she wasn't feeling the pressure, but she also knew that she could fly off in the Leeds without much more than a faint sense of disappointment that she hadn't finished the problem.

She looked at Alec for a moment, searching his expression for the answer. She then moved toward a nearby cabinet and began pulling out various scientific paraphernalia, including lightweight medical gloves and breathing masks. She pushed them into Alec's arms, adjusted her white coat and tapped her commbadge. "In for a penny, in for a pound." She muttered to Alec, quoting an old phrase her grandfather had always used.

=/\= "Dr. White to Transporter Room 1. Please beam myself and Alec Trenzal to Lieutenant Dorset's laboratory on the Starbase Columbus." =/\=

[USS Leeds--->SBC Science Lab - Alec Trenzal]

Alec pulled the mask over his face just before the transporter beam took him and deposited him in a lab with large water tanks containing some kind of creatures. He didn't have time to analyze what they were.

Shall we? he asked, voice muffled through the mask.

[Captain's Office]

While he pressed his fingers to the neck of the unconscious lieutenant to check her pulse, Naira reached up to tap her commbadge.

=/\= Medlab, Science, please tell me you have something? =/\=


Alec slapped the comm link on the nearest console. This is Dr. Trenzal. We believe we have a solution. We just need a little time to implement.

Lt. Dorset, is there anyone we can try this out on?


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Re: Season 2 Episode 11 - Endgame
« Reply #217 on: September 07, 2018, 07:01:39 pm »
[USS Leeds--->SBC Science Lab - Alec Trenzal]

Alec pulled the mask over his face just before the transporter beam took him and deposited him in a lab with large water tanks containing some kind of creatures. He didn't have time to analyze what they were.

Shall we? he asked, voice muffled through the mask.

Alec slapped the comm link on the nearest console. This is Dr. Trenzal. We believe we have a solution. We just need a little time to implement.

Lt. Dorset, is there anyone we can try this out on?


[Captain's Office]

Naira let out a sigh of relief as she heard the voice of a man she did not recognize come through the commbadge to answer her question. She knew the Leeds had people assisting her own in trying to find a cure, but actually hearing that they had something brought about a newfound feeling of hope. They were going to get through this.

=/\=Thank you, doctor. Contact Sickbay as soon as you are able to start administering it. =/\=

She briefly turned to grace Yoduk with a reassuring smile before forcing herself up onto her knees again so she could open a channel to the Spelling. =/\= USS Spelling, this is Captain Naira of Starbase Columbus, we are asking you to call off your attack. We have found a cure to the virus. There is no longer a threat that the virus will spread. =/\=

There was a long pause before she got a response.

=/\= This is Captain Norman of the Spelling, I'm glad to hear it. I will be recalling my people shortly, we have already contacted Starfleet to let them know. Any of my crew that has been infected will need that cure, but in the meantime we are wishing your people a safe and speedy recovery. =/\=

End of mission.

 

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