Season 11: Episode 3 - Decon Duty

[Kirok]

[Sickbay]

He didn't think genetic manipulation would make a reappearance in their conversation but it did, and he wasn't too upset about that. In fact, he wasn't upset at all.

"Yes, indeed it is unfortunate." he said. "Although I am not under such constraints, Denobula has used genetic manipulation with great success for centuries." he said. "In fact the only reason I'm allowed to serve in Starfleet is through the medical exchange program, I wouldn't have been qualified to serve with Federation citizenship."

Klabax listened and thought. "Zex, are you familiar with the Hippocratic Oath?" he asked, which would provide his first standpoint on how to deal with the rules and regulations issue. "Secondly, There is Starfleet Order 2: A regulation against the taking of intelligent life. Refusing to treat those in need would be murder by proxy, and is against Starfleet morals. Thirdly, the transport of a patient is to be performed at the discretion of the attending physician. As the medical personnel who would volunteer to go, or at least I would, any patient that has suffered due to direct contact with Federation observers becomes my patient. I could go on citing regulations, medical directives, and examples, but the Prime Directive has already been breached: Anything we do would likely reduce the risk of contamination, by not leaving wounds that could not be explained."

He looked at her, a broad smile on his face. He had a solid stance, but knew that there was rough patches and a lot of technicalities and grey areas he was counting on.

[Sickbay]

Zex cocked her head to right.  Her left hemisphere was a work working to analyze Klabax's ideas regarding genetic manipulation.  There was something that he wasn't saying, something to do with the Denobulan himself, but purposefully not saying.

The Deltan thought through what he had said.  Then her eyes lit up when she landed on a possible conclusion.  "I agree, doctor.  And don't worry, your secret it safe with me" she replied with a collusive wink.

As Dr. Cottle continued on to challenge her remarks regarding the prime directive, Zee folder her arms and offered the man a broad smile.  She was satisfied that she had gotten a rise out of him.  Finally a debate she thought to herself.

"Yes, doctor.  I know all about the Hippocratic Oath.  By and large it teaches us to do no harm.  And your interpretation of Order 2 is a bit of a reach.  Taking a life and not offering extraordinary medical treatment are two different thing" the Deltan said in a more serious, but professional tone.

"And what about the patients right to consent or decline treatment.  How could one of the inhabitants consent to a treatment they can not fathom or understand?" Zex asked.  Her smiled got even wider, thinking she had made a good point. 

[Kyle Briggs]

Briefing Room

"Keptin. Do ve have information regarding zere social customs, language and behaviour? It vill help us blend in if ve do not go in blind!"

"From what I've read so far, they have managed to almost duplicate the Victorian Era perfectly." Kyle started. "The Southeast area of the town where Tekin's team will be, is the higher classes of society. The Northwest is the lower classes. Luckily, no plagues like those of the Earth time are around so it should be safe. But we are sending a medic with each team just as a safety precaution."

"Do we know why Starfleet didn't follow standard protocols?  Who thought it would be a good idea to put a covert observational post in the middle of their capital city?"

Before Kyle could answer, the Doctor spoke up.

"Possibly a young Medical Officer who was too wet behind the ears to know better" Zollin grumbled.  "The standard medial equipment requires one to be very close to their targets.  So, if the goal was to monitor vitals or other medically oriented data of the people there an inexperienced doctor would have wanted to be situated in the city - if not in the very center of it" he explained.

Kyle smiled and nodded toward the Medical expert. "You heard the man." he said with a slight laugh.

"Only one question captain, when do we leave? One of my previous hosts has some experience with this, Juval managed to successfully infiltrate several pre-warp cultures throughout his career. Of course, that was a different time. If anyone pulled those stunts today they would be ushered out of Starfleet and straight into a prison cell."

"You'll all report to Sickbay from here and as soon as the Doctor has the alterations completed, you'll be ready to depart." It was then that Kyle allowed a big grin to cross his face as he stepped back to the wall monitor. "And in case if of you were interested, these are the Calabarians......

[Non-Playing Character 1]

Briefing Room

"You'll all report to Sickbay from here and as soon as the Doctor has the alterations completed, you'll be ready to depart." It was then that Kyle allowed a big grin to cross his face as he stepped back to the wall monitor. "And in case if of you were interested, these are the Calabarians......

[Briefing Room]

Zollin looked at the picture, then at Kyle, then back at the picture.  "Is today April 1st. Captain?  If not, my team will need some extra time with each person who needs a fitting" he replied seriously.

"In fact, I would like to get this information down to them now.  The mouth and nose alone will take a few  hours to perfect.  Several hours possibly" he said.

[Kyle Briggs]

[Briefing Room]

Zollin looked at the picture, then at Kyle, then back at the picture.  "Is today April 1st. Captain?  If not, my team will need some extra time with each person who needs a fitting" he replied seriously.

"In fact, I would like to get this information down to them now.  The mouth and nose alone will take a few  hours to perfect.  Several hours possibly" he said.

"Very well." Kyle replied. "The teams can meet up while the Doctor gets things ready. Dismissed."

[Non-Playing Character 2]

[Calabar. Observation Post 2. Southeast corner]

NPC Benjamin Daugherty, Observation Team Leader

Benjamin found himself pacing once again. He was ready for this mission to end. They had been here just a little over two years and everything was going so well. At least until about three weeks ago, when a small power failure had caused the holo emitters that kept the "nest" concealed. It was only out for ninety seconds but that had been long enough for a Calabarian to noticed that something wasn't right. And apparently, his word had been enough because they had sent an investigator in the very next morning. It was a little fun at first trying to keep him and the others that followed, at bay using methods to make them believe the place was haunted. then came the talk of the Spirit Hunters. This worried Benjamin. They were due to arrive in four days and the Discovery was due in two more. He hoped it was enough time to get them and all the equipment out.

[Leela Kaz]

Briefing Room

"From what I've read so far, they have managed to almost duplicate the Victorian Era perfectly." Kyle started. "The Southeast area of the town where Tekin's team will be, is the higher classes of society. The Northwest is the lower classes. Luckily, no plagues like those of the Earth time are around so it should be safe. But we are sending a medic with each team just as a safety precaution."

Before Kyle could answer, the Doctor spoke up.

Kyle smiled and nodded toward the Medical expert. "You heard the man." he said with a slight laugh.

"You'll all report to Sickbay from here and as soon as the Doctor has the alterations completed, you'll be ready to depart." It was then that Kyle allowed a big grin to cross his face as he stepped back to the wall monitor. "And in case if of you were interested, these are the Calabarians......

[Conference Room]

Leela looked at the photo that the captain displayed to the group. "I think i'll stick to the spots." She grimaced as the words flew from her mouth without a lot of forethought. "Let us know when your ready doc." The Trill added as she gathered up her PADDs along with the empty cup that her tea had previously occupied. With her belongings in hand she headed out of the conference room.

[Kachina Filitov]

Briefing Room

"From what I've read so far, they have managed to almost duplicate the Victorian Era perfectly." Kyle started. "The Southeast area of the town where Tekin's team will be, is the higher classes of society. The Northwest is the lower classes. Luckily, no plagues like those of the Earth time are around so it should be safe. But we are sending a medic with each team just as a safety precaution."

Before Kyle could answer, the Doctor spoke up.

Kyle smiled and nodded toward the Medical expert. "You heard the man." he said with a slight laugh.

"You'll all report to Sickbay from here and as soon as the Doctor has the alterations completed, you'll be ready to depart." It was then that Kyle allowed a big grin to cross his face as he stepped back to the wall monitor. "And in case if of you were interested, these are the Calabarians......

Briefing Room

Katcha looked at the image of the natives and nearly gasped in surprise. This was going to be trickier than she had initially thought.

"Very well." Kyle replied. "The teams can meet up while the Doctor gets things ready. Dismissed."

Katcha got up from her chair and carrying her bag, exited the briefing room. She caught up with Nevir and placed a hand on his arm.

"May I have a vord in private Kommander?" She asked, wondering how he had managed to make it from a suspected Ensign to Lieutenant Commander in a few weeks.

[Klabax Cottle]

[Sickbay]

Zex cocked her head to right.  Her left hemisphere was a work working to analyze Klabax's ideas regarding genetic manipulation.  There was something that he wasn't saying, something to do with the Denobulan himself, but purposefully not saying.

The Deltan thought through what he had said.  Then her eyes lit up when she landed on a possible conclusion.  "I agree, doctor.  And don't worry, your secret it safe with me" she replied with a collusive wink.

As Dr. Cottle continued on to challenge her remarks regarding the prime directive, Zee folder her arms and offered the man a broad smile.  She was satisfied that she had gotten a rise out of him.  Finally a debate she thought to herself.

"Yes, doctor.  I know all about the Hippocratic Oath.  By and large it teaches us to do no harm.  And your interpretation of Order 2 is a bit of a reach.  Taking a life and not offering extraordinary medical treatment are two different thing" the Deltan said in a more serious, but professional tone.

"And what about the patients right to consent or decline treatment.  How could one of the inhabitants consent to a treatment they can not fathom or understand?" Zex asked.  Her smiled got even wider, thinking she had made a good point.

[Sickbay]

"Thank you, though it's no secret." he said, smiling. "The Federation... or at least those that need to know, are aware. It's not uncommon on Denobula, which is why we can't join the Federation. Our doctors are more than welcome, however." he said, smiling. Denobulan medicine was always, and had always been, just a step ahead of Federation medicine. Therefore, Klabax had a leg up... but he was still constrained by what he had on hand. He didn't mind though, as there was so much more to see here than on the one continent of Denobula.

Klabax had nothing against debates, and in fact enjoyed them. He knew that she likely was going to challenge him, and had been waiting for her to. If she wanted a debate, he would provide. He also had a few more cards up his sleve. It should be a fun adventure.

"Excellent." he said, referring to her knowledge of the oath. "And Starfleet orders also say a ranking officer, Captain or above, can suspend starflet orders in order to protect the livelyhood and safety of his or her crew. Which means we can provide medical attention in lieu of regulations if the Captain suspends said regulations. It's not perfect, yes, but I still care for them, no matter. If they were injured due to the Federation, don't we owe it to them both morally and ethically?"

He smiled, knowing his case was growing, slightly. "Look at Picard of the Enterprise. If I remember correctly, Stardate 43173. I believe that the Doctor of that ship did a similar operation. Am I wrong, Doctor?" he asked, his voice friendly and open. He made it clear he wasn't trying to be antagonistic or make her angry, merely make a point.

"Unlike you I am bound by the Denobulan code of Ethics, unlike the Oath afore mentioned, allows people to decline treatment. If they choose not to consent to medical treatment and they will perish due to it, Then they are choosing assisted suicide, which I am then under obligation to help them make it as painless as possible. The Denobulan code is rather different than the Federation's, I guess.

[Tekin Nevir]

Briefing Room

"From what I've read so far, they have managed to almost duplicate the Victorian Era perfectly." Kyle started. "The Southeast area of the town where Tekin's team will be, is the higher classes of society. The Northwest is the lower classes. Luckily, no plagues like those of the Earth time are around so it should be safe. But we are sending a medic with each team just as a safety precaution."

Before Kyle could answer, the Doctor spoke up.

Kyle smiled and nodded toward the Medical expert. "You heard the man." he said with a slight laugh.

"You'll all report to Sickbay from here and as soon as the Doctor has the alterations completed, you'll be ready to depart." It was then that Kyle allowed a big grin to cross his face as he stepped back to the wall monitor. "And in case if of you were interested, these are the Calabarians......

[Conference Room]

Even though he knew what they looked liked, Nevir still couldn't help but be surprised at the sight.  Mostly because his face was going to be surgically altered to look like that... the tusks themselves were enough to give him chills, but just the fact that his racial defining characteristics were going to have to be covered up was almost disrespectful to him.  Alas, the wonders of scientific exploration.

"In the meantime, I'll have information for each of you on a PADD in the science lab.  There are some very important cultural subtleties that will give us away if we are not careful.  Terms that you might not be familiar with, since the translators don't catch the true meanings." he said, standing up.  He had a report to make anyways, and a letter to write to Hrafn.. and then of course, put away his earring.. there would be no hiding that.

Briefing Room

Katcha got up from her chair and carrying her bag, exited the briefing room. She caught up with Nevir and placed a hand on his arm.

"May I have a vord in private Kommander?" She asked, wondering how he had managed to make it from a suspected Ensign to Lieutenant Commander in a few weeks.

Nevir has just walked out of the room when he felt a hand on him, and the Russian FCO went for his attention.  The Bajoran turned to her, and nodded, holding his hand out towards the turbolift.

"After you." he said, following her in as he made for the officer's desk.

As the lift started to move, he decided to break the ice.  "I never got a chance to thank you for your help with Ruthie.  I don't think we could have done it without you.  So what can I help you with?" he said, turning to the other companion in the turbolift.

[Kachina Filitov]

[Conference Room]

Even though he knew what they looked liked, Nevir still couldn't help but be surprised at the sight.  Mostly because his face was going to be surgically altered to look like that... the tusks themselves were enough to give him chills, but just the fact that his racial defining characteristics were going to have to be covered up was almost disrespectful to him.  Alas, the wonders of scientific exploration.

"In the meantime, I'll have information for each of you on a PADD in the science lab.  There are some very important cultural subtleties that will give us away if we are not careful.  Terms that you might not be familiar with, since the translators don't catch the true meanings." he said, standing up.  He had a report to make anyways, and a letter to write to Hrafn.. and then of course, put away his earring.. there would be no hiding that.

Nevir has just walked out of the room when he felt a hand on him, and the Russian FCO went for his attention.  The Bajoran turned to her, and nodded, holding his hand out towards the turbolift.

"After you." he said, following her in as he made for the officer's desk.

As the lift started to move, he decided to break the ice.  "I never got a chance to thank you for your help with Ruthie.  I don't think we could have done it without you.  So what can I help you with?" he said, turning to the other companion in the turbolift.

Turbolift

Katcha was taken aback by the manner of Nevir's thanks. This gave her pause, but she decided to speak up anyway.

"Kommander. I just vonted to make sure zat ve can vork togezzer! It is no secret zat I have struggled to trust you, despite Hrafn urges to give you a chance. I vant to give you zat chance but I am vorried zat if push comes to shove I vill hesitate ven I should not. If I do zis, zen I could put not only ze whole mission in jeopardy but cause a major breach of ze Prime Directive into ze bargin. Zerefore I want to make sure zat you are completely happy vis me being on zis mission and to let you know zat I vould not take it personally if you vanted somone else." She paused, waiting for him to respond.

[Tekin Nevir]

Turbolift

Katcha was taken aback by the manner of Nevir's thanks. This gave her pause, but she decided to speak up anyway.

"Kommander. I just vonted to make sure zat ve can vork togezzer! It is no secret zat I have struggled to trust you, despite Hrafn urges to give you a chance. I vant to give you zat chance but I am vorried zat if push comes to shove I vill hesitate ven I should not. If I do zis, zen I could put not only ze whole mission in jeopardy but cause a major breach of ze Prime Directive into ze bargin. Zerefore I want to make sure zat you are completely happy vis me being on zis mission and to let you know zat I vould not take it personally if you vanted somone else." She paused, waiting for him to respond.

[Turbolift]

Nevir sighed and dropped his head.  It wasn't the first time he heard such things.  Lizzie, Evie... but it was to be expected.  Nevir looked up and commanded the turbolift to stop.

"I understand Lieutenant.  I completely do.  And I don't hold it against you.  Nor do I want you off this mission.  Everything you heard about me... I can't prove it to you yet, but its not true.  Something is going on here, and I'm still trying to get to the bottom of it.  And I fear it may have something to do with Admiral McConnell.  But until I can prove it... the only one fighting for me here is Briggs.  And Hrafn, but there isn't much she can do.  Don't worry about me.  I trust you to be a professional officer, no matter what happens.  Resume turbolift." he said, as the lift began to move again.

"However, we may need to get a voice modulator for you, they really don't have varied accents down there.  Relatively homogenized."

[Non-Playing Character 1]

"Very well." Kyle replied. "The teams can meet up while the Doctor gets things ready. Dismissed."

[Conference Room]

"Aye, Sir" Dr. Zollin replied.  He stood and arched he back.  Then he took his padd and returned to Sickbay.

[Kirok]

[Sickbay]

"Thank you, though it's no secret." he said, smiling. "The Federation... or at least those that need to know, are aware. It's not uncommon on Denobula, which is why we can't join the Federation. Our doctors are more than welcome, however." he said, smiling. Denobulan medicine was always, and had always been, just a step ahead of Federation medicine. Therefore, Klabax had a leg up... but he was still constrained by what he had on hand. He didn't mind though, as there was so much more to see here than on the one continent of Denobula.

Klabax had nothing against debates, and in fact enjoyed them. He knew that she likely was going to challenge him, and had been waiting for her to. If she wanted a debate, he would provide. He also had a few more cards up his sleve. It should be a fun adventure.

"Excellent." he said, referring to her knowledge of the oath. "And Starfleet orders also say a ranking officer, Captain or above, can suspend starflet orders in order to protect the livelyhood and safety of his or her crew. Which means we can provide medical attention in lieu of regulations if the Captain suspends said regulations. It's not perfect, yes, but I still care for them, no matter. If they were injured due to the Federation, don't we owe it to them both morally and ethically?"

He smiled, knowing his case was growing, slightly. "Look at Picard of the Enterprise. If I remember correctly, Stardate 43173. I believe that the Doctor of that ship did a similar operation. Am I wrong, Doctor?" he asked, his voice friendly and open. He made it clear he wasn't trying to be antagonistic or make her angry, merely make a point.

"Unlike you I am bound by the Denobulan code of Ethics, unlike the Oath afore mentioned, allows people to decline treatment. If they choose not to consent to medical treatment and they will perish due to it, Then they are choosing assisted suicide, which I am then under obligation to help them make it as painless as possible. The Denobulan code is rather different than the Federation's, I guess.

[Sickbay]

Zex loved debating.  It was something that she had grown up doing in her home with her parents, especially her mother who worked in the Prime Ministry.  It was the one time that she didn't intentionally take a submissive stance in relations to others - and it felt good to her!

"Ethic and morals, doctor.  Really?  We both know that from culture to culture and from species to species that those vary widely" Zex replied.  "If there was one universal stance that everyone agreed to, you would have a point.  But there is not, so you don't" she added.

"You are correct regarding the situation with Captain Picard.  But you must remember that it was a singular and unique one.  And if memory serves, the doctor only operated on one person - so the exposure to our technology was very limited" the Deltan added, again with a big smile.

"This situation is much different.  And I could argue that introducing our medical technology to the inhabitants would only make a bad situation worse instead of making it better" she continued.  Then she heard the doors swish open and turned to see Dr. Zollin walk in.  So she turned her body to him, hoping to pick up this lively and fun discussion later.

[Non-Playing Character 1]

[Sickbay]

Zex loved debating.  It was something that she had grown up doing in her home with her parents, especially her mother who worked in the Prime Ministry.  It was the one time that she didn't intentionally take a submissive stance in relations to others - and it felt good to her!

"Ethic and morals, doctor.  Really?  We both know that from culture to culture and from species to species that those vary widely" Zex replied.  "If there was one universal stance that everyone agreed to, you would have a point.  But there is not, so you don't" she added.

"You are correct regarding the situation with Captain Picard.  But you must remember that it was a singular and unique one.  And if memory serves, the doctor only operated on one person - so the exposure to our technology was very limited" the Deltan added, again with a big smile.

"This situation is much different.  And I could argue that introducing our medical technology to the inhabitants would only make a bad situation worse instead of making it better" she continued.  Then she heard the doors swish open and turned to see Dr. Zollin walk in.  So she turned her body to him, hoping to pick up this lively and fun discussion later.

[Sickbay]

As Dr. Zollin walked in and noticed that his two new Medical Officers were engaged in a discussion of some type.  He looked around the room to make sure that their assignments were complete.  That was at least a plus.

"I assume you have gone there the files" Zollin said.  "We have been asked to created facial prosthesis for the away teams.  I would like to bring them down in pairs and have you start the work immediately" he added and then finally paused for a breath of air.  "Did you have any questions for me?" he asked.

[Kachina Filitov]

[Turbolift]

Nevir sighed and dropped his head.  It wasn't the first time he heard such things.  Lizzie, Evie... but it was to be expected.  Nevir looked up and commanded the turbolift to stop.

"I understand Lieutenant.  I completely do.  And I don't hold it against you.  Nor do I want you off this mission.  Everything you heard about me... I can't prove it to you yet, but its not true.  Something is going on here, and I'm still trying to get to the bottom of it.  And I fear it may have something to do with Admiral McConnell.  But until I can prove it... the only one fighting for me here is Briggs.  And Hrafn, but there isn't much she can do.  Don't worry about me.  I trust you to be a professional officer, no matter what happens.  Resume turbolift." he said, as the lift began to move again.

"However, we may need to get a voice modulator for you, they really don't have varied accents down there.  Relatively homogenized."

Turbolift

Katcha looked back at him, gave a small sigh of relief before smiling.

"Actually Sir, I can speak without an accent. I just don't normally as I prefer talking with my Russian accent." She replied in prefect English, with no trace of an accent. "And if you trust me, then I'll try and trust myself." She finished, waiting for the turbolift to stop. Once it had she allowed Nevir to exit first and followed him out.