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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 28, 2009 10:26:43 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay; Surgical Recovery Ward
Colonel Grant was barely awake when Doctor Jackson gave him the additional sedatives for the surgery; he’d laid back and closed his eyes, focusing on the basics of keeping his lungs working, which was becoming more and more difficult. It was some time, which he had obviously no way to tell, that the surgery had been completed.
With effort, and his pure determination, he forced his eyes open, which wasn’t a reassuring site; his vision was very blurry and unfocused; not to mention dry and very itchy. His lips were parched and his throat was very try. As he looked around the small room he was in, he found that his neck was too stiff to lift up his head, so he scanned the areas with his eyes. Just adjacent to his bed, he saw an outline of a young women, in the tell-tale color uniform of a member of Sickbay. As he stared, willing his eyes to focus more, which they were still refusing to do, he caught the ‘reflection’ off of a unique piece of ear jewelry, and cracked a smile; he knew who it was.
With a raspy voice that he knew was going to bother him for a little while, he spoke, roughly, “Sleeping on duty Doctor? Why are my Officers so lazy as of late…?” he tried to stop from laughing, but a small chuckled escaped him, which he regretted immediately as he caused him to cough several times; which didn’t make him feel any better. He also wondered why she was there, and was concerned about his actual health. “So what did I do to deserve such close and individual care Doctor?” After getting an update from, he pressed the more serious matter, “Okay; status report then…” he coughed softly, trying not to create a hacking fit. “Belay that; water first, then status…” he wanted to cool his throat.
Location: Sickbay; Surgical Recovery Ward
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Aug 28, 2009 20:47:40 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay, surgical recovery ward
“Sleeping on duty Doctor? Why are my Officers so lazy as of late…?”
Hearing the Colonel causes Sabina to jerk awake. She looks around confused for a second before she remembers where she was. He chuckles and coughs, causing her to frown. She was relieved, though. “If I’m lazy, then you’re double lazy sir.” She smiles faintly to reassure him.
“So what did I do to deserve such close and individual care Doctor?”
She gets up and puts her cool hand on Colonel Grant’s forehead to see how he felt. Sometimes, a hand to the forehead was a better diagnosis than the tricorder. He still felt a bit clammy and feverish, but not nearly so bad as before. It would take time for the repaired implant to restore the virus levels to the minimal level they had been at before. His color looked better, too, she was pleased to note. As she leans over him, the two half healed puncture wounds stood out on her neck from when the Borg had used assimilation tubules to subdue and capture her. While it might cause some to be alarmed, it was obvious that she had not been assimilated. Her wrists were a bit scratched and bruised as well as her arms hidden under the sleeves of her uniform and lab coat. She hadn’t had a chance to run a dermal regenerator over herself yet. “You’re here because you almost died after saving me from those horrible mutated Borg. I’m here because someone needed to keep an eye on you and I couldn’t leave anyone else on the medical staff alone with you. I fell asleep because I can’t remember how long it’s been since I slept. You need to take it easy for now, sir. I think you really scared Zek...” Her voice was somewhat hushed because she wasn’t quite sure how to explain what had happened. She doesn’t admit that he had scared her, too. Doctors weren’t supposed to admit things like that.
“Okay; status report then…” he coughed softly, trying not to create a hacking fit. “Belay that; water first, then status…” he wanted to cool his throat.
“Oh, of course…” She gets a glass of cool water with a straw from the replicator on the wall behind her. She helps him drink it without spilling. When he’s done, she puts the glass down on the cart. She gives him a hypospray of nutrient solution because she’s not ready to let him eat just yet. “Well, sir, we’re back on the ship. I think it’s in one piece, but I don’t know anything beyond that. I’ll also bet that Zek has told whomever is in charge of the bridge- probably Tyler- that you’re down here, and they’ll be knocking down the door for you soon enough. I can guess your answer, but what I want to know right now is how you feel, sir.” She doesn’t tell him his own status because she doesn’t know if he wants to know the gory details. She’ll tell him if he asks, but for now she takes out her tricorder while he answers her question.
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Aug 28, 2009 23:34:03 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay
Bob slowly started regaining consciousness; first thing he noticed was that everything was uncomfortably bright, damn Poseidon and his neglect by not making eyelids for the Mur’gul species! Bob raised his hands to cover his eyes; they felt like they had 25lb weights attached to them. In fact he felt like he’d been run over by a type 9 shuttle, extremely sore and exceptionally exhausted. Wait where the heck was he? Dead? It was certainly bright enough but death was suppose to be painless, and unless this was some cosmic joke, that ruled that out.
Becoming a little more coherent Bob uncovered his eyes and focused more on his surroundings. Sickbay! Bob growled, how come he always ended up here? 16 years in Starfleet and he’d spent more time in the Cold Harbor’s sickbay then any other, time to leave. Bob scanned the room again, hah! No Doctor in sight, just a few nurses and the EMH. Bob lifted himself up, his body protesting greatly, and hauled himself off the bio-bed. The effort was making him short of breath and beads of sweat were starting to slide down his pale face. Feeling like he was dragging a 100lb weight behind him, Bob bolted for the door. Just to be blocked by a couple of nurses and the EMH, Bob dorsal fin bristled in frustration, “There is nothing wrong with me, just tired, and I’d rather sleep in my quarters then on the surface of the sun.” Bob pointed to the lights, and the nurses and EMH didn’t seem to be convinced by his reasoning, “You can’t hold me here! This ship needs to be fixed! Now get out of my way! Computer deactivate the EMH” As the EMH fizzled to nothingness Bob made to shove past the remaining nurses to get to the door. He had no energy by this point, and hoped they didn’t protest further, he felt a swift wind would likely push him over.
Location: Sickbay
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Post by Khrys on Aug 29, 2009 0:09:02 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay
Khrys was just finishing up checking on an injured engineer recovering from severe plasma burns, and having his pelvic bone reconstructed, when Dr. Jackson exited the private surgical bay. Khrys turned back to the engineer, he was alert but a little sore and stiff, Khrys tried to make him more comfortable by giving him some painkillers and another pillow so he could adjust his position. “Does that help?” he nodded, and Khrys smiled “Let me know if there is anything else I can do.” Dr. Jackson approached “I appreciate your help earlier. As you can see, there’s plenty of patients. If you start getting tired, please find a bed. Take care of yourself first. You can sleep in my office or even in my quarters if you’d like until you’re assigned quarters.” Khrys smiled warmly, she was exhausted, but after days of dodging the drones on that outpost, she wasn’t sure she wanted to sleep, her pregnancy made nightmares vivid enough without having the experience on her mind. “Thank you very much ma’am, I just might take you up on that offer.” Her tone was unconvincing, but Khrys was sure the Doctor would understand, considering she had been trapped there too and probably under much worse conditions.
Khrys continued on her rounds, and was checking on Chief Murkeye when Dr. Jackson emerged from the sickbay shower and grabbed a sandwich out of the replicator. With Bob’s condition steadily improving and everyone else doing alright for the time being, Khrys decided a shower would be absolutely wonderful; showers hadn’t been an option on the outpost, so she was sure her fellow nurses and the patients in sickbay would be just as happy if she stepped out for a moment to freshen up. Once she was out of the shower she grabbed a fresh maternity uniform and was reminded from her little ones that she hadn’t eaten anything but emergency rations for several days. Suddenly ravenous she made her way to the replicator, and ordered what she had been craving for days, hasperat, dill pickles, and some chocolate pudding. Khrys chuckled to herself, pregnancy made for lovely food combinations.
Khrys was still enjoying her dinner when Bob started to stir, she took a quick bite of the hasperat that she had just dipped into the chocolate pudding and set it down to go check on the Fishy creature. By this time Bob was trying to get out of bed, Khrys quickened her pace realizing that he was trying to leave. Khrys, a few of the nurses and the EMH incepted him at the door. “Chief Murkeye, please return to Bio-bed 1, you should be resting.” She didn’t want him to over exert himself and cause yet another heart attack, he looked pale, his breathing was elevated, and he was sweating. “There is nothing wrong with me, just tired, and I’d rather sleep in my quarters then on the surface of the sun.” Khrys shook her head, “Sir we can dim the lights for you, your body has been through quite an ordeal, and it needs time to recover.” “You can’t hold me here! This ship needs to be fixed! Now get out of my way! Computer deactivate the EMH” [/b][/color]He was right, she couldn’t hold him there, but he wasn’t looking well and she didn’t feel comfortable with him leaving without the Doctor’s permission. Khrys tapped her comm. she hated to bother the Doctor for this but she was the one with the authority in sickbay. “Khrys to Dr. Jackson. Sorry to bother you ma'am, but Chief Murkeye is awake and insisting on leaving, he’s becoming a bit belligerent.” Khrys turned back to the Chief who was now trying to shove past her, she has had patients that were uncomfortable with sickbay before but this was ridiculous.
Location: Sickbay
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Aug 29, 2009 11:43:44 GMT -6
“Khrys to Dr. Jackson. Sorry to bother you ma'am, but Chief Murkeye is awake and insisting on leaving, he’s becoming a bit belligerent.”
She raises her brows in surprise at the comm. She knew that Bob wasn't fond of sickbay, but the fact that he was trying to run out now was bordering on self-destructiveness in his condition. She turns to Colonel Grant. "I'll be right back, sir. Just try to relax." She was out the door in a flash.
Taking stock of the situation in the main sickbay, she saw that Bob was trying to get past Khrys and out the door. The EMH had been deactivated. She grabs a sedative and goes to Bob. She grabs his arm to get his attention and make him listen, but she is not rough with him. "Chief, please calm down. I know you don't like sickbay, but I can assure you... this is my sickbay and in my sickbay, you will be treated with respect. However, if you continue to try to run out and disrepect my nurses, I'll have to sedate you for your own health. No one here will bite you, either." She holds up the hypospray to prove her point.
She looks into his eyes, seeing his fear and trying to show him her own complete honesty. "I don't want you to have another heart attack, Chief. You'll be spending a lot more time here if you do. You need to rest until you've recovered. I'll let you stay in a private room, ok?" She begins to lead him toward the private room next to the one where Colonel Grant was. If she could be confident that he wouldn't try to escape his quarters and go back to engineering, she might have been persuaded to let him rest there. It seems this ship is filled with workaholics, including herself.
She looks back at Khrys, glad to see that she's had a chance to shower, too. The gravid nurse still looked tired. Sabina smiles at her. "It's not a bother. You're doing a good job. And I wasn't kidding about how you can borrow my office or quarters. I really don't mind. The EMH can't get tired, he can take care of things here with the next shift of nurses. We left spacedock before any of the other doctors assigned to this ship were able to arrive."
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Aug 29, 2009 16:46:23 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay
Bob wasn’t paying attention to the nurses pleas to remain in sickbay, he was to busy trying to figure out how to get past her without breaking any of his species laws against disrespecting woman, especially pregnant ones. Bob felt a firm but gentle grip around his arm and just about jumps out of his skin. "Chief, please calm down. I know you don't like sickbay, but I can assure you... this is my sickbay and in my sickbay, you will be treated with respect. However, if you continue to try to run out and disrespect my nurses, I'll have to sedate you for your own health. No one here will bite you, either." Bob frowned at her, and she held up a hypospray to prove her point. “I wasn’t trying to disrespect your nurses, I was just trying to tell them that I’m fine, just tired.” It was the truth, not all of the truth, but the truth nonetheless. . "I don't want you to have another heart attack, Chief. You'll be spending a lot more time here if you do. You need to rest until you've recovered. I'll let you stay in a private room, ok?" Bob lost some of his bluster in confusion “I had a heart attack?” Not a torn muscle, but a heart attack!? Yet again being reminded that his body was failing him in his advanced years, how embarrassing, he couldn’t even handle a simple away mission anymore. Dr. Jackson started leading him to a private room, he hadn’t the energy or will to protest, and so he followed head down, defeated.
Location: Sickbay, Private recovery room.
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Khrys
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Post by Khrys on Aug 29, 2009 18:30:27 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay
Khrys was glad that the Doctors familiar presence seemed to calm the fish down, after the Doctor tended to him Khrys approached her “Thank you very much ma’am, sorry to bother you.” Dr. Jackson smiled at her. "It's not a bother. You're doing a good job. And I wasn't kidding about how you can borrow my office or quarters. I really don't mind. The EMH can't get tired, he can take care of things here with the next shift of nurses. We left spacedock before any of the other doctors assigned to this ship were able to arrive." Khrys smiled at the praise, and nodded sympathetically “This new fleet seems to have been pushed into action long before all the ships and crews were ready for it, my husband and wife are assigned to a CRV ship and it was sent out before their crew was fully assembled as well, speaking of which they are probably worried sick, I hope communications are up soon so I can contact the Bellemount and assure them that we are safe.” As far as she was concerned the Bellemount was out on their mission, safe and intact. Khrys looked back at the Doctor sheepishly, not intending to go on a tangent. In all the hubbub Khrys hadn’t had a proper look at Dr. Jackson, “You probably could use some rest too.” she looked exhausted and on top of several bruises and scrapes she had two half healed puncture wounds on her neck, Khrys’s eyes widened briefly in alarm, it was obvious that she wasn’t assimilated but it looked like they attempted it. “Are you all right ma’am?” Instinctively Khrys pulled out her medical tricorder.
Location: Sickbay
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Aug 30, 2009 0:58:49 GMT -6
Location: Main sickbay
Bob looks surprised to learn that he’d had a heart attack, and follows her to the private room looking dejected. “Yes, Chief, you had a heart attack. You're lucky I was there. Unless you want another one, please just take it easy.” She leads him into the room and lets go of him, sensing that he’ll behave now. Pointing to the bed to indicate that he should lay down, she takes her tricorder out. “Computer, lights to 20%.” She’d heard him complain about the light level. When he’s laid down on the bed, she scans him. “You’ll be ok, after some rest. I really must thank you… without your help, we’d never have gotten out.”
The new nurse, Khrys had come, too. (Sorry, not sure how else to address both at once, lol.)
“This new fleet seems to have been pushed into action long before all the ships and crews were ready for it, my husband and wife are assigned to a CRV ship and it was sent out before their crew was fully assembled as well, speaking of which they are probably worried sick, I hope communications are up soon so I can contact the Bellemount and assure them that we are safe.”
She hears mention of the Bellemount, and frowns. The ship that had been destroyed by the Borg had been called Bellemount… and many of the crew assimilated, including their chief medical officer. She bites her lip, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news to Khrys. Any medical staff member was probably familiar with the signs of bad news, but she didn’t want to vocalize it yet. Besides, she didn't even know the full story herself and didn't want to report anything incorrectly. There had been survivors- there was always hope that her loved ones were among them.
“You probably could use some rest too.” she looked exhausted and on top of several bruises and scrapes she had two half healed puncture wounds on her neck, Khrys’s eyes widened briefly in alarm, it was obvious that she wasn’t assimilated but it looked like they attempted it. “Are you all right ma’am?” Instinctively Khrys pulled out her medical tricorder.
She nods, letting the nurse scan her if she wants to. “Yes, I’m ok. Physically at least. I even took a nap a bit ago. There’s more important things to worry about. You have your pregnancy…” nodding toward her belly, “And I have to make sure everyone is going to be ok.” She looks back at Bob. “Chief, please stay here for at least the night. If you’re doing fine in the morning, I promise you can go back to your quarters. If you need anything, make sure you let us know.” She smiles at Bob and Khrys to reassure both of them. “I’d better see to Colonel Grant. He’s doing better, but I want to make sure.” She turns to leave the room and go next door.
Location: Sickbay- Bob's private recovery room
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Post by Kael Giral'i on Sept 2, 2009 6:52:45 GMT -6
Location: Bridge (is that where we are having this conversation?)
Where is the Colonel? And what is his status? Kael locate all new personnel and including Doctor Jackson, if she was liberated. They are to be detained in Sick Bay until I get a full report they are not infected by this perversion of Borg. I will not except anything but data; any deviation to my orders will be the immediate destruction to this ship.
Kael blinked in surprise. This was not the response she had expected. The Cold Harbor was obviously not operational, they could use all the extra hands available but Branson was telling her that they all had to be detained in sickbay? She mentally composed herself, thinking inwardly, "He is my superior officer. He is doing what he thinks best for the ship and crew..."
Outwardly she just gave a succinct nod and responded, "Understood sir. The Colonel, Chief Bob and Captain Zek'dyn are all down in sickbay already under the care of Doctor Jackson. We will join them there."
Turning again to Nick and Maggie she gave a jerk of her head toward the turbo lift to indicate they should join her.
Location: Bridge (?)
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Post by nick on Sept 2, 2009 6:58:22 GMT -6
Location: Bridge
Nick watched in disbelief as the science officer moved back towards the turbo lift. "No, not understood!" he turned to the Executive Officer and addressed him, "This piece of crap ship is barely flying, you need all the hands you can get and we are offering to help! And you want to isolate us in sickbay? Are you kidding me?"
He brushed off Kael as the small woman approached, placing a hand on his fore arm in an effort to get his attention and encourage him to drop this.
"I can't believe this! Do we look like we've been assimilated? Do you see any borg implants on us, any tubule scars? We want to get as far from this damned outpost as possible, let us help!"
Location: Bridge
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Sept 2, 2009 9:27:01 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay; Surgical Recovery Ward
“If I’m lazy, then you’re double lazy sir.” A grin easily passed his face; it was a good characteristic, as far as he was concerned, that senior officers could keep their ‘humor’ (just as much as their cool) during crisis situations. “You’re here because you almost died after saving me from those horrible mutated Borg.” “That’s my job, Doctor.” He listened as the report continued “I’m here because someone needed to keep an eye on you and I couldn’t leave anyone else on the medical staff alone with you. I fell asleep because I can’t remember how long it’s been since I slept.” That was a true statement for the entire crew; being rushed into service so quickly after being commissioned, and being in almost non-stop combat since. “You need to take it easy for now, sir.”
That was a tall order to give him, regardless of a person rank, but considering everything and the way he felt, he couldn’t really disagree with her at this point in time. “I think you really scared Zek...” he grumbled “Maybe, but I doubt it. He and I have been through a few tough scrapes together over the years; I wouldn’t worry about him to much.” Then again, Sam couldn’t blame him this time. His injuries weren’t exactly the most gruesome either of them had seen, nor necessarily the worst either of them had suffered, but that damned virus that he fought with really put in him in a bad state; he hadn’t felt that particular pain since he was first infected with it.
He thanked her for getting him something cool to drink, and drank a generous portion of the cup. “Well, sir, we’re back on the ship. I think it’s in one piece, but I don’t know anything beyond that.” Colonel Grant didn’t doubt that, there was a reason that Excelsior Class Starships were still considered ‘front line vessels’ even after almost 150 years; they were built to last. “I’ll also bet that Zek has told whomever is in charge of the bridge- probably Tyler- that you’re down here, and they’ll be knocking down the door for you soon enough.” He grumbled a bit “Zek may, if he confuses our friendship with his duty; which would be very hard, yet not impossible for him to do.” He coughed slightly, but thankfully the majority of the burning pain subsided due to the water (and medications). “He’ll follow my orders closely, and only re-worry about my conditions when time permits, the situation changes, or I’m specifically needed for something. Tyler on the other hand…” he cut himself off, and shrugged, aggravating his repaired collar bone. “He’ll do what HE thinks is right; which might just be as dangerous as anything else… I’m sure Zek will help keep him focused…”
Feeling better with each passing minute being conscious again, he noticed the dual markings on her neck, and raised an eyebrow “I can guess your answer,” “Maybe under normal circumstances, but you’ll understand if I demand to know your condition due to the markings on your neck…” he was in no condition to stand up, let alone get into a fight, but the assimilation markings were very un-settling… He heard her answer, and relaxed a bit; these Borg may be different, but he was fairly confident that they wouldn’t ‘assimilate’ someone and leave them in their normal appearance… However, he’d have Zek follow-up on her to double and triple check later. “but what I want to know right now is how you feel, sir.” Samuel hesitated to answer, never liking to show weakness or speak about personal issues to others. Yet, somewhere, he knew her type (an actual caring doctor that could read his lies; maybe except his best ones…) Letting out a defeated sigh, he replied simply “A little ‘under the weather’…” His shoulder was sore, and his nose tender, but he didn’t feel any pain at all in his broken leg, which he attributed to the implant working again, it was his internal damage that he was most worried about, and everything in his torso seemed to hurt, throb, ache and whatever… Although she’d done wonderful work and repaired the damage, the majority of ones internal organs were not used to such trauma…
There was a commotion heard outside, and then Colonel Grant heard the Doctor’s combadge chirp "I'll be right back, sir. Just try to relax." He nodded slowly, and laid his head back down, trying to not laugh at the thought of the Chief trying to escape sickbay, but he’d gathered that his Away Team and his ‘rescued’ Officers were alive and safe; all things considered. He relaxed and took the few minute reprisal to recompose himself and decide what he was going to do next.
Location: Sickbay; Surgical Recovery Ward
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Sept 2, 2009 21:29:21 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay- Bob’s room
Glad to see that things had calmed down again, she goes back to the Colonel’s room. She decides she’d better address his concerns, too, before someone tried to throw her in the brig on suspicion of being a Borg or something ridiculous like that. He’s looking like he’s feeling better than before, but still sore. She can tell he’s sore because he’s being overly careful with any movements he’s making. The pain relievers must be wearing off, she thinks. She gives him a generous dose to make up for how many injuries he’d sustained. She scans him with her tricorder, but if there was any unhealed damage, it wouldn’t be apparent right away. Satisfied that he’s on the mend, she puts the device back into her lab coat pocket.
Then she sits back in the chair. “They used nanoprobes to knock me out so they could take me. I don’t know what they did to me, but they did something to make me reject them. I’m not even sure why… except to torment me or to gain my trust. They might have gotten what they wanted more easily if they had just assimilated me right away.” She stares straight ahead and her face broadcasts how uncomfortable it is to recall what had happened. “It’s all my fault. I should have never helped him. He tricked me, but that’s no excuse. My instinct was not to trust Cardassians- but my human parents tried to teach me to overlook prejudices. I was so stupid! He’d never have hurt you so bad if I hadn’t helped him… and what if he managed to get away? I deserve to be kicked out of Starfleet for what I did, at the very least… and all I can do is apologize and try to make it up to you if I can.” She looks back at him, her eyes glazed with tears. She refused to start crying, but she was definitely upset with herself. “I’m sorry.”
Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to calm down. “You can be honest with me, I won’t think any less of you, sir. Is there anything you need? Can I relay any messages?”
Location: Colonel Grant’s room
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Post by Miranda P. Shaw | DragonflyMod on Sept 3, 2009 6:06:50 GMT -6
Branson insisted obedience, however he wasn’t surprised in this Nick character’s mannerisms. As a new person not as official transfer personnel, Branson did not trust just mere words but must see facts. He had his orders, however, will not share it to any stranger nor to personnel to low in the chain of command. Perhaps if the 2nd officer were present he would clarify his actions. As the 3 were unfortunately not authorized for the knowledge that he and the Colonel obtained. He looked at the 3 officers and gestured towards the lift. Branson did not care for the current state of the ship nor if they were an in pending doom. Ether way as he saw it their all dead, didn’t matter on what way they would die. It was just a fact that he was aware of. There was a Marine that was with him when he left Main Engineering to the current location of the Bridge. Soldier, disable any of the 3 who do not obey my orders. Tyler pulls out his phaser and directs it towards Nick. I do not require explaining my orders. It does not matter whether you understand them but you presently perform it. As far as the infections go, these perversions of Borg are simply unknown. Whatever ‘possible’ infections to the away team and ‘guest’ must be detained and be proven. Other wise the threat of the planet is now on board this ship. Now walk on your own or be shot and be carried to the location.
He walked back to the console, however, his weapon still facing the 3 officers. He entered an encryption in to the terminal; as he knew the condition of the starship. Branson risk everything regardless if nether he or ‘guest’ may be able to disable the descent command once engaged. In short if I do not tap on my commbage every 20 seconds the Cold Harbor will shift towards the planet. So for your benefit and my time don’t bother in fighting back, we do not have the time for this. If you have nothing to hide then follow my orders. The Marine then gestured by his pulse rifle have them enter the Lift. Branson tapped his commbage; he then took another communiqué from a dead crewmember. He taps that and speaks in to it. Attention crew this is your XO. From my understanding the away team have returned along with guest. Nurse Green, please began scans of the away team and their guest. I require clear data that they are not infected in any form. He then added in case Colonel Grant was conscious. We require proof that the threat is not upon this ship. As Grant would be aware that the USS Imperium was in direct course. Proof of the job was completed and infections were contained. Along with Tyler’s private message to the Director regarding Sabina…….
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