The ships medical facilities are like a small hospital. Its front desk manned by a medical droid, this device can quickly get patients to where they need to be. Cold, sterile, not a place you want to stay too long.
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Doctor Connelly gives all the workers a once-over to see if they are okay. Stephen and Kray check out fine.
Troy however shows elevated readings on radioactivity.

Kray, your quarters are at the barracks section of the ship, the top levels below the bridge. Your particular appartment is at deck 9, section F-13, room 6. Your personal belongings are stored in hold number 5.

Sliding across the floor in a decidedly unprofessional manner on a rolling stool, Addison flicked open a cabinet and retrieved a blister pack of tablets. "Congratulations!" She tossed Troy the medicine. "You've won yourself a 72 hour course of radiation treatment. It's mostly iodine, so no real risk of side effects. Find me immediately, and I do mean right the fuck away, if you experience any nausea or see any skin lesions." Bedside manner was apparently not high on the good doctor's list of professional priorities.
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Just my luck eh... Awake for four hours and I'm already getting myself killed... Troy grins. Its a worried grin, not at all amused...

"I wouldn't worry too much. The nausea would have set in by now if things were dire. But I'm serious about finding me if it develops. We have stronger medication, but it's unpleasant, it takes hours, and we didn't bring much of it. So you start with the iodine. First dose is the worst, you have to choke down about eight pills at a go." She rolled across the floor again, this time to a small cooler from which she produced a bottle of water. It wasn't cold, but the seal was intact. "Go on," she said encouragingly.

Eight? You serious? Thats enough to make any man bloody well nauseous.
Troy took the water as he sat down on the examination bed. He stared at the eight brown pills for a while before slamming them all in the back of his throat. He quickly downed the bottle of water. Having a drink after so many years did him good.
So I'm good to go now doc? Hey Shadow, wanna go check the hold with me? I need to get out of this grey jumper, get my gear. Its in my locker I guess.

"Good to go," she replied with a thumbs up. "Just follow the schedule on the blister pack and come back for a follow-up in 72 hours."

 Shadow nods, to Troy as he says to Addison,Thank ya for the once over. Now i wanna  get my bleedin' stuff...check on my lady down in the hanger Dec!.

  He follows Troy out the Door...Right , then... Marco? give us a path to the Hold where are stuff is? Then we'll need to make our  way to the Barracks.

 As they walk he muses,..I wonder how many of them Pods are still working.. or...are some of them folks gone?

 Shadow, Troy >>>>>>>> Hold.
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Addison nodded, satisfied, when Troy took the pills. She turned as he and Kray left, booted up the computer on her desk, and started typing up a record of the visit.

As Stephen waited for his turn in the decontamination protocol, he took a look around Medical, familiarizing himself with the area in case he needed to do some work.

"Doctor, let me know if anything isn't working properly. The way things are going, we don't want to be without Medical."

Once able, it was time to scratch an itch and check out engineering properly.



Stephen >>>>>>>>Engineering

"You'll be the first to know," Addison promised Stephen. Once Medical was empty, she began to take inventory. Heaven only knew what had broken down or gone bad during the century and a half that she'd been asleep, and experience had taught her that it was better to spend the time going over everything yourself than waiting for a nurse or orderly to do it for you.

To addisson's surprise the madical facilities are in top shape, having been kept vacuum during travel. As such there is only inventory to be done to make sure everything is accounted for.

Addison was gratified to find that everything was present, accounted for, and still good. She was just finishing up when the Captain's announcement came over the speakers. Shrugging out of her lab coat, she hung it on a hook and began making her way to the designated meeting area.

Addison marched Troy back to the medical facilities, keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't collapse on the way. She dug into a cooler and retrieved an electrolyte-enriched nutrition drink, which she handed him and waited for him to drink. Once he had drunk, she set about a thorough examination.

After doing a thorough check-up of marine Patterson Addison fills out her charts, trying to find out what ails him.

How had she missed this? Had she misread his initial readings? Silently, Addison berated herself at some length. Outwardly, she smiled encouragingly at Troy. "Drink up. You'll want that in your system for what comes next." She rose while he drank and began assembling a cocktail of medications. When she returned to Troy's side, still seething inside at her overconfidence, she carried a small tray crowded with saline bags and small bottles. Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, she started an IV line as soon as Troy finished drinking. It wasn't easy, his veins were rolling all over the place; finally, she gave up on the normal elbow IV and went in through the vein on the back of his hand. More reliable, if not as comfortable. She hung the saline bag and started the drip, then she started adding to it. First up was Reglan to control the nausea and the shakes, and morphine -- he shouldn't be in much pain yet, but it would come soon enough. Next was DTPA, a chelating agent that would bind to most of the heavier elements coursing through Troy's blood. To that she added Radiogardase, tinting the whole bag a brilliant blue and drawing out the elements the DTPA didn't address. Finally, a broad-spectrum antibiotic, prophylaxis against infections in the lesions that would soon appear across his body.

That was all she could do for now. She waited until the morphine carried Troy off to a fitful rest before she went to the phone mounted on the wall. She consulted a chart next to it and called up to Engineering.

Waiting as she worked on him Troy got more uncomfortable.
Whats wrong doc? Why the IV? I thought you said i'd be fine.

"You will be. It'll just take a little more than the pills to sort out," Addison said, her hand over the phone's mouthpiece. "Rest is what your body needs most, and time for the medicine to kick in." She kicked herself again -- what had she been thinking?

She knew what she had been thinking, though: That his levels were in the perfectly standard zone for iodine treatment. No matter -- he would soon have enough chelation agents in his blood to suck dry a small reactor. She was not going to lose her first patient after waking up.

From: Cryo Chambers

Colt strolled into the Medical Facilities, his body regaining it's normal rhythm. His stomach did feel like it was turning inside out and he was parched beyond belief, but the soreness and the aching were quickly escaping his athletic body. He did some arm stretches as he waited, noticing the doctor was preoccupied with someone who looked like they needed the attention more.

Colt looked at the man who the Doctor was trying to stick a needle in, "You all right man? You look a little under the weather."

When the Doctor was free to talk, Colt began, "Hey there Doc. Ya know, I'm normally a check up every six months kinda guy, but I've been a bit lax on it for this past century, so I figure I should probably make sure that everything is working properly. My throat is really dry and my stomach feels like it's doing some gymnastics, though I figure that's pretty normal. Is there anything else I should know about that comes with being a 134 year old man?"

Yeah, guess I'm under the weather as you call it. Doc says I'll be fine though, so I'll just trust in that. Probably a bit too much radiation or something.
Patterson lay down on the hospital bed, trying to calm his mind. This really couldn't be happening could it. it had to be a joke. Sleeping for 121 years, only to wake up, and in three hours catch something deadly? What the hell? No way, he was a marine, he was supposed to die in a fight, if he was to die at all.
Doc will fix me right?

Strolling into the Med Area, noting there was a Civi waiting she shashayed past him and slipped gracefully into a seat. Picking a magazine from the selection on the table. Flipping idly through it as she waited; subtly assessing the bloke as she did.
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"Ahhh a little radiation is good for the skin. Plus, you have the perfect pickup line now. 'Are you glowing, or is that just me?' Guaranteed to work." Colt joked with a smile. "All kidding aside, how'd you end up radiated? That's not some side effect of those pods is it?" Colt asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Colt watched as the woman walked around him and took a seat with a magazine. "I hear that's not the latest edition." Colt commented with a smirk as she thumbed through the glossy papers.

Addison acknowledged both newcomers with a quick wave. When Dr. Cornell failed to come to the phone, she told someone on the other end, rather snappishly, to have him call her immediately, if not sooner.

After hanging up, she turned first to Colt, then to Lee. "Basic checkups, or is something actually wrong?" Without a nurse to triage the patients, it was on her to sort the critical from the mundane, but she didn't have time for a formal triage interview.

The blokes comment prompted a glance from Lee, she was about to reply when the Doctor asked about their vist. Giving the Civie a half smile she replied "I'm here for a post Cryo Doc"

Colt looked to the doctor, "Same. Wanted to make sure I'm all healthy and good to go. And, not irradiated I guess?" Colt said, adding the last part with a shrug. "I assume being super thirsty and a little wobbly is normal. Anything else to keep an eye on?"

"I'm Colt, by the way. Colt Jordan." Colt introduced, somewhat to the room, somewhat to the other waiting patient.

In reply to Colt Jordan (msg # 26):

Lee glanced at the bloke raising her right eyebrow to acknowledge his intro, she didn't need to respond in kind.

"Musashi? So what's your story? How'd you end up on this tin can?" Colt asked as he took a seat with a space between them. He looked down at his feet, absentmindedly clacking his shoes together. He had made a quick pit stop at the Cargo Hold on his way to the doc, picking up the three personal effects he had. His playing cards and driving gloves were in his pocket, but his lucky sneakers quickly replaced the standard footwear. It might not have been regulation, but that didn't really matter to Colt.

"Great! We'll just --" Addison was cut off by the phone ringing, presumably Dr. Cornell returning her call. She excused herself to answer it. It wasn't hard to overhear her part of the conversation. "You need to triple check all the hazmat suits, and take the one Troy was in out of rotation." Addison got straight to the point, speaking low so as not to disturb her resting patient. "Probably wouldn't be a bad idea to have everyone checked out more than normal until we're sure the rest of the suits are all okay."

"Thanks, Cornell. I don't think the rest of us have anything to be worried about, but if you develop even the faintest trace of nausea or just plain feeling under the weather, come see me."

Satisfied, Addison hung up the phone and turned back to Colt and Lee. "Okay, sorry about that. Whoever's up first, hop up on bed 2." She glanced at Troy's IV bag -- still dripping at a steady pace -- then turned to bed 2 to start the first of countless post-cryo checks.

Lee looked at Jordan, seeing how he was here firsy she motioned with her head for him to go first.

Drifting in and out of sleep Troy only vaguely heard the remarks Colt hade made. Somehow though the glow thing had caught up with him. Irritated he looked at the driver.
"Very fun man... I'd laugh if I wasn't feeling this miserable. Got irradiated while fixing the fusion reactor, so we could save the ship from being completely flooded with fusion gasses. So yeah, you're welcome..."
He wiped the back of his hand along his brow, sweeping away a virtual stream of sweat. He felt cold, yet his body seemed to think otherwise.


"Doc, Am I supposed to be sweating this much?"

Lee was concerned by the mention of a radiation leak. This would have been appreciated to learn during the Briefing. Goodness she could have simply wondered through the area and end up like him. Hey Sport where's this leak she prompted Patterson.

Well obviously the leak was in my hazmat suit innit?

Realising he reacted a bit hard, he tried to make his voice sound more friendly.

"The fusion reactor was overloading, we had to switch out the loaded batteries. My hazmat suit likely had a leak. But at least we saved the ship."

Troy falls into a coughing fit, causing the white sheets of the bed to colour red with coughed up blood.
"Doc?"

"There's not a leak," Addison clarified. "We had to replace the batteries, which are shielded. We were behind the shields. As long as you don't go into any of the off-limits areas without a suit on, you'll be fine." When Troy started coughing, Addison was at his side in a flash, rolling him onto his side to keep him from aspirating. Vomiting blood might be expected, but not coughing it up like this. She frowned and helped Troy back into a more comfortable position once the fit had passed, then quickly stripped off the sheet and brought him another. That done, she returned to the medicine locker and added a dose of codeine to control the coughing, as well as a coagulating agent to prevent any more internal bleeding.

Once she was finished, she went to the computer and pulled up Troy's records. A blood transfusion wouldn't hurt. Marrow would be even better, but medical technology had yet to reach the point where marrow could be stabilized long enough to survive the length of time they had been in cryo sleep.

She got the transfusion started, then turned to Lee. "Alright, bed 3. Let's get you checked out."

Colt smiled at Musashi. "No, no. After you, I insist." he said with a cordial gesture toward the third bed.

He turned back to the man, just in time to see him paint the sheets crimson. Panic flashed in his eyes. That could not be good. And this guy had been walking around a fusion reactor with a faulty hazmat suit? "Not to worry you man, but that seems more serious than you were making it sound at first. Doc, is there anything I can do to help?" Colt asked, genuine concern on his face.

Lee wasn't about to stand around and debate the issue, when the Doc had finished attending to Patterson she'd get around to the two of them. Thanks Sport, the quicker this is  done with the sooner I can get back to work Lee declared giving him a earnest smile. Slipping into the examination room she pulled the screen closed and changed into an examining gown, perched on the bed and waited for the Doc.
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Addison shook her head grimly at Colt, then knocked on the screen to let Lee know she was coming in. "Never introduced myself. Addison Connolly." She offered a hand to shake, then got straight to work examining Lee. She was thorough, didn't waste time on pleasantries, and soon gave her a full bill of health. "Get something to eat ASAP. Otherwise, you should be totally fine. Come see me if anything develops."

She checked on Troy again before turning her attention to Colt.

Will do Doc Lee replied waiting for her to leave. Quickly changing into uniform she headed back to check on the diagnostics she'd left running

to Barracks

Colt moved behind the curtain and peeled out of his jump suit. He felt a little ridiculous as he put on the examination gown, chuckling to himself. But then he hopped up on the table and sat with his legs swinging back and forth like a child waiting at the doctor.

When the doctor came in Colt once again mentioned, though in more of a whisper, ""Are you sure that there is nothing I could do for that guy? I could go try and find someone to help you, if there's anyone else on board that could help out down here. Or if he needs more blood, I'm a universal donor." Colt said with a helpful shrug. Other than that, he sat there and let her do her examination. There was a time when he had hated going to the doctor and used to get really anxious about it. Then when he became an adrenaline junkie, the doctor seemed comparatively tame. And of course, when he became an adrenaline junkie he also ended up at the doctor a lot more often.

"That could actually be useful," Addison admitted. She was still leery about the methods used to store blood for so long. "If this transfusion doesn't stabilize him somewhat, I'll give you a call. If fresh blood doesn't work, I'll have to start typing people for a bone marrow transplant."

Colt was glad to hear that he could be of use, though the bone marrow transplant was a little more worrying. "What exactly is involved in a bone marrow transplant?"

"Colt Jordan, by the way." Colt introduced with an outstretched hand. "I'm sure you could hunt me down with the description of 'strikingly handsome man with grey sneakers,' but a name is still probably easier." Colt joked with a smirk.

"Addison Connolly." She took Colt's hand briefly. "A marrow transplant is pretty involved, but not on the donor's end. All the donor has to do is go through a half-hour harvesting session. But being a universal blood donor doesn't make you a universal marrow donor. If you want to be tested and see if you'd match Patterson there, I'll definitely do it, but the chances are pretty slim." It wouldn't be that easy, would it? She'd probably have to test everyone on board, including those still in cryo, to find a match.

She finished up Colt's examination with a basic coordination test, then gave him a smile. "You seem to have come through just fine. Get yourself something to eat soon, it'll make you feel back to normal in no time."

"Harvesting session. That sounds...ummmm...pleasant?" Colt said with a slightly nervous chuckle. "Well sure. Test me. Can't hurt right? I mean, I guess it could. But not that bad right?" Colt asked, still not sure what harvesting meant.

"Glad to hear it. Some chow and some R&R sound like exactly what I need after a century nap." Colt replied with his signature smile.

Addison smiled wryly. "It's done under full sedation, and you get morphine for the rest of the day, so it's not the worst," she confided. "All I need to test you is a quick cheek swab." She got the swab kit, swabbed the inside of Colt's cheek, and her smile turned from wry to real. "Thank you. I mean it. You could be saving a life, if you're a match."

"I'd get morphine for the day? Shit, sign me up even if we're not a match." Colt joked back, now at ease from her smile. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out so that she could swab his cheek, feeling a little awkward making jokes right before she stuck something in his mouth. It felt a little bit like trying to have a conversation with your dentist. "Well, I hope so. He seems like a good guy. Especially since he was willing to take the risk to save all of us, immediately after he woke up. My first thought after waking up was that I needed a shower. If there is something I can do to save him...well I guess I can pat myself on the back and sleep easy." Colt replied, a genuine smile on his face as well.

On the bed just a few meters away Patterson suddenly starts convulsing.
Cramping up completely, he starts shaking violently as he begins to vomit up blood.

Swearing loudly, Addison raced to Troy's side. She had been prepared for vomiting, but convulsions were not common with radiation poisoning. She quickly drew another dose of an antiemetic and a coagulant and slid the needle into the medicine port on his IV. That should control the bleeding and vomiting. She needed a sedative for the convulsions. She scanned the shelves of the medication locker for ativan; once she found it, she administered it in the same manner. Once that was done, she cleaned Troy up as best she could. Silently, she pleaded with the gods for a well trained nurse to wake from cryo soon.

Colt hopped up out of the bed when he saw Addison rush over to the patient. He quickly slipped out of his gown and into the jumpsuit. He threw on his shoes and was zipping up the top half of his suit as he came out from behind the curtain in the examination room.

Colt was quickly at Addison's side, though nimbly staying out of her way and and out of her hair. "Tell me what you need and I'll do it. I'm a quick study." Colt said, wanting to stay close in case something went wrong and she needed his help. She was definitely undermanned and overworked and Troy was in critical condition. He didn't want to cause her more trouble than she already had, but he knew what it was like to need to be in two places at once.

<From Cryo Room>

A little dazed still Miko finally arrived at the med area and entered the office taking a close by seat and waiting for someone to come get her. She shrugged as she leaned back and rested her head on the wall behind her as she hummed and tried to relax herself a bit more waiting on someone to come and help her.

What did Addison need? Good question. She took a breath and thought about the answer. "Grab that green kit, the one on the desk." She needed to get a blood sample and see if Troy had been exposed to anything other than radiation. If he hadn't, there was little she could do for him. The only cause for convulsions after radiation exposure was total organ collapse, and not even she was that brilliant.

Once Colt retrieved the kit, she nodded her thanks. "Now I need you to call the Captain. Tell him I need to talk to him, but can't leave Medical. Tell him it's an emergency."

Before the words had even finished leaving Addison's mouth, the green kit was opened and displayed in front of her. If there was one thing that Colt was, it was quick to react. "On it." Colt affirmed. He hit a button on his comm as he held open the kit, handing her whatever tools or items she needed. When he got a line on the Captain, he said into his comm, "Captain Dorn, this is Colt Jordan down in medical. Doctor Connolly needs you immediately. This is an emergency and she cannot leave her station," Colt said, a surprising amount of authority in his tone for a conversation with the Captain of the ship.

Addison spared half a second to give Colt a smile that might have been dazzling under other circumstances. She appreciated efficiency, not to mention a willingness to take orders with grace, and Colt was demonstrating both.

She plucked a syringe from the kit and used it to draw a blood sample, which she then squirted onto a small strip of paper. If he had been exposed to any of a dozen toxins, it would change color accordingly. If he had been exposed to something else, or was in total system failure, there wasn't much she could do beyond making him comfortable for the duration.

<<<<<<  from Barricks

   reaching the Med  tech.  he slides through the doors Looking around, nodding at those  who are in the area.

  G'day?  Come ta  Check on  Patterson?..he still here?

Sticking his head in Kray immediately notices two people frantically at work on Troy, who is vomiting blood and convulsing severely.

Addison's paper strip does not change color. No known toxins in Patterson's blood.

The captain acknowledges Jordan's message.

Mikoto has a hard time resting with all the panic going on in the main emergency room.

 there is a look of  concern,  he takes a step or two in, He wanted to ask..but this was not the time to distract.

  He looked over at the new  face,..G'day.. you just thaw out?

Mikoto looked at the guy vomiting blood all over the place and gulped, "I guess... I will come back later... I feel totally fine and you seems busy enough with him so I will just let myself go". Bowing she slowly began moving in direction of the main door with a surge of energy suddenly over her, she had to get out of that room she could not get herself sick at least not like him.

Colt lit up at her smile. He let things go to his head pretty easily. However this was quickly shaken by the man vomiting blood and convulsing. He set the kit down, open so that she could access what she needed to access while being out of the way enough that she wouldn't bump into it. "Dorn got the message." Colt affirmed after he received a response from the Captain.

Colt then returned to Troy's side, ready to do anything else Addison needed him to, but on autopilot until given orders. He was making sure that Troy wasn't going to choke on his own bloody vomit and that he wasn't convulsing and spazzing himself out of the bed.

 watching the woman run out the door , he shrugged...He wanted to ask the question, but he didn't want to interupt..or? maybe he just didn't want to hear the answer?

  Waiting a bit, Holding his cap. Feeling a bit helpless while  the other  two worked.

 ...Tell him...Shadow stopped by.....

From: Security Office

   Lt. Maxwell entered the Medical Bay carrying her two samples.  She had seen Lt. Shadow leaving as she approached, but he had turned away from her to walk down the hallway.  That was just as well.  She had business at the medical area and didn't need the distraction.

   The Detective logged herself in at the reception desk and waited for some official sign that she would be allowed access to the back.  She put 'other' in the 'reason for visit' blank.  She wasn't in a hurry.  The Doc was probably as adamant about her procedures being followed as Jen was in the Cop Shop.

Patterson goes suddenly limp under Jordan and Connolly's hands. For a moment they both fear they lost him, but there is still a pulse, though feint at times. Slipping into a coma at least causes the convulsions to stop, and the vomiting of blood to cease.
They both look a bit like they just came from a slaughterhouse, as does the usually pristine white examination room.

Addison leaned back, taking a deep breath. She gave Colt another smile, this one somewhat shaky. "Good work. Thanks for pitching in. There's a shower room and some clean jumpsuits that way," she pointed to the back of the medical bay. Her own jeans and sweater were ruined, but she seemed not to notice, focusing instead on Troy and his vital signs. "I don't like this. He shouldn't be going into organ failure this soon, but there's no toxin in his system that could account for it. I guess I way underestimated just how much radiation he was exposed to." She sounded upset, but was trying to keep herself from falling apart over the miscalculation.

Still covered in blood, she looked up and saw Jennifer waiting for her. "Be right with you," she called, pulling off her lab coat. She quickly washed her face and hands, then stepped behind a privacy screen to strip off her clothes and pull on a set of scrubs. There was still blood in her hair, but there was nothing she could do about that just now. "What can I help you with?" she called over her shoulder as she reattached a monitor that had fallen off during Troy's convulsions.

   Lt. Maxwell looked at the Doc.  "I'm investigating what has happened to the Marco Polo.  One on the things I'm looking into is a murder.  I discovered the mummified body on the bridge just after I awoke.  It should be transported here."

   "This is what I need.  You're the closest medical person I have to a forensic pathologist.  Your medical records are probably restricted to medical personnel only.  I need you to check the body's DNA against the five thousand medical record you have for an identification.  I also have two samples of skin cells taken from a crime scene.  Run the DNA from these two samples against your medical data base as well.  I should have additional samples for you this afternoon."

   Jen took a deep breath, then let it out.  She voice got quieter, flatter.  "SGT Troy Patterson is one of mine.  I know you are doing your best.  But, just in case he doesn't make it, I want to know what killed him.  Then, I'll find out who killed him."

Colt returned the smile, though with a sense of unease. The only thing that seemed worse to Colt than seizing and vomiting blood, was nothing. Nothing was hard to treat."Of course." Colt replied with a nod. "Could it be a toxin that the system couldn't account for? We've been in space for a hundred years, and apparently there was some sketchy stuff going on for the duration. Could a new toxin have somehow developed? Or...or could the ship have come into contact with anything that could have allowed foreign substances on board?" Colt asked, not sure what the likelihood of any of that would have been.

He dipped into the shower room and quickly stripped off the nasty jumpsuit. He was thankful that he had managed to avoid getting the puke on his pristine shoes. He definitely had quick feet that was for sure. He briefly rinsed off in the shower, though realizing he would have to wait until later to really clean his hair, he mostly just scrubbed the fresh puke off his hands and face. He then put on a fresh jumpsuit and his shoes and emerged from the room.

After her workout Lee headed to the Med Facilities slipping into the triage area she took a seat waiting quietly for the doc.
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The bloodwork on Patterson comes back soon enough, the medical facilities computers making quick work of it.
To Connolly it looks pretty much as you could expect from a radiation poisoning victim, the severe radiation attacking Patterson's cells at molecular levels.
That however does not explain the speed at which his body is shutting down.
As the results pop up, the computer instantly flags the results. Big red warning signs start blinking on the screen.

Warning. Unknown substance detected

A chill runs down her spine.

Slowly moving away from medical to avoid being sick Mikoto runs into a burly husk of a man in uniform. His friendly face calms her down a bit as he casually stops her in her tracks.
"You look a bit under the weather dear. A bit pale. Come, lets get you to medical."
Gently coercing her ahead of him he continues, "I'm Captain Dorn. You must be... don't say it... our resident japanese superstar, Miss Mishida. Welcome to the awakened. You will find most people still asleep, as we are running on skeleton crew for now. Once you have the doctor check you out, make sure you visit Jan VanderBeek. He's mostly in charge of civilian affairs, he will get you a place to stay and some usefull activities. It'll be a while before we wake up the other people."

Leading Mikoto gently back to medical ahead of him Dorn enters the reception area of the hospital facilities. There he presses the button to indicate he has arrived, and yells into the hallway.
"Captain here, you needed me?"
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   Lt. Maxwell stepped into an alcove to answer Lt. Shadow.  "Yes, I know about the missing dropship.  That is how the perps got off of the ship.  Do not touch anything.  You are at a crime scene.  I need to get down there to see if there are any salvageable fingerprints to identify the individuals involved."

   Jen noticed that the Captain had arrived when she stepped back into the main part of the reception area.  "The Doctor is currently involved with a medical emergency involving Sgt. Patterson, Sir.  You might want to consider waking additional members of the medical staff to assist her."

Addison hustled up to the Captain and nodded. "What she said," she said, pointing to Jennifer. "My kingdom for a nurse, at this point. I've already told Cornell to triple check all the radiation suits and take Troy's out of commision, and I'm doing everything I can for the radiation, but I just found something new in his blood. An unknown toxin of some sort. I'm going to step up the fluids and see if I can flush his system, but it doesn't look good." To Colt, she added, "As for you, I'm afraid you're stuck with me until I can clear you -- you were exposed to way too much blood."

She was already moving before she finished speaking, heading to the cooler and tossing Colt a bottle of water. She then went to the back room where she rummaged around frantically, finally emerging triumphant. "Activated charcoal," she explained. "It's probably overkill, because I strongly doubt you swallowed anything, but put my mind at ease and take it anyway." She took two large, chewable tablets from the box and handed them to Colt. "They taste vile, but it'll be over soon. I'll check your blood in about fifteen minutes, see if you picked anything up." She'd have to check her own blood as well, obviously, but her first priority seemed to be Colt and Troy, not herself.

"Marco, wake all military staff with a medical designation. Have them go through the protocols and report to medical at once. They are needed. Also, wake Doc Genassi. He needs to get his hospital running properly."

Dorn waits for confirmation by M4RC0, then turns to Connolly.
"Good work so far doctor. I can give you the military part of the hospital. We are not yet waking civilians at this time, even though the systems seem to think otherwise every now and then." He nods in the direction of Mikoto.

"Do what you can for Patterson. However, put yourself up as a priority. Can't save anyone if you get sick yourself. The rest of the staff should be here in a couple of hours."

   Lt. Maxwell waited until the Captain was through, then addressed the Doc.  "See if you can identify the type of toxin so we can try to find the source of it.  Also, do what you can with the two DNA samples.  I know that you are very busy keeping things running, so I expect that the results will take a while.  Pleased keep me advised as to the Sargent's status."

"I do typically avoid swallowing bloody puke, for more reasons than one. But if it puts you at ease, I'll eat the...charcoal?" Colt said, taking tablet and the water bottle. He put it in his mouth, and made a strange face at the taste. He quickly tried to wash it down with the water, though there was no immediately getting rid of that sensation. "Well, since I'm already here and have already been exposed, I'm free to continue being your nurse until you clear me." Colt said with a smile after he finished the water. "Though if you want to spend more time with me, next time just ask if I want to hang out on the rec dec or something. Quarantines are so cliche." Colt joked with a smirk, hoping to ease the stress level the doctor was under at least a little bit.

Colt looked to the Captain and the other newcomer to the Med Bay. He gave them a friendly smile and listened, taking note of their words. There was something strange going on here, and while Colt was likely not going to be briefed directly, as he was just a driver, he was just as curious as everyone else about what was going on with the ship.

From the waiting area Lee heard what the others were talking about and decided her enquiry could wait, and headed back to the Barracks.
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"Don't knock it. I've seen charcoal fix all kinds of poisoning situations." Addison bit her lower lip, deep in thought. Could it be something that grew and mutated on the ship itself over the last century-and-then-some? If that were the case, everyone should be getting sick, not just Troy. It had to be something that was in his suit, or in the meds she had given him. But the meds had been sealed, and how would a radiation suit get poisoned?

Still thinking in circles, Addison went to check Troy's vitals and hang another bag of saline solution. She turned the drip up so that it would flush his system faster.

   Before the Doc went back to seeing to her patients, Maxwell asked, "Please let me know when you discover anything."  She said her goodbyes to the others and left.  There was still a great deal of work to do.

To:  Cryo Deck

"Well, you are the expert here. I just don't think that charcoal is made to be consumed. That's all I'm saying." Colt replied with a chuckle. He leaned back against the wall, looking at Troy and Addison. "Could it have been something with the blood? Could something have, like, developed in it while we were in our iceboxes?" Colt asked, trying to think of something, but stumped for logical explanations.

Dressed in a white lab coat, stethoscope around his neck, a stately man comes walking through the main doors of the hospital facility. He is clearly wearing combat boots and a military uniform, colonel's insignia on his scrubs and the bulge of a pistol showing through his coat. His face though is kind, friendly, and his voice calm as he speaks slowly, almost a whisper.
"Ah, home."
He looks around the reception area at the people there, a look of wonder in his eyes.
"Oh, hello, I didn't realise we had guests already. The staff will be here shortly, so you will have to wait for a little bit to recieve your check-ups."

He then notices Addison.
"Aha. I'm sorry, I assumed no medical staff was awake yet. You must be one of the civilian doctors. My name is Walter Genassi. They say I'm in charge of this place. But since you are here already, I take it you know better than me what we need to do at this time..." He rolls up his sleeves, revealing two fully tattooed arms. Prominently shown is a special forces tattoo. "So, first things first. Who might you be doctor... And more importantly... Where do you need me?"

Addison was many things, but "too proud" was not one of them. She smiled gratefully, if weakly, at the Colonel and gestured at Troy. "Troy Patterson, exposed to radiation and an unknown toxin, treated so far with standard radiation suite and aggressive fluids. Colt," she gestured at Colt, "was exposed to Troy's blood, treated prophylactically with charcoal to absorb any poison. And I'm Addison Connolly, exposed to the same blood as Colt and so far untreated. Which I will attend to now, with your permission." Before joining up with the Marco, Addison had worked with several volunteer operations, some of them in war zones. She had some experience with military doctors despite never having served herself.

Genassi wasted no time. With a friendly pat on the shoulder he greeted Colt, shook Addison's hand, and then turned to Mikoto.
"I assume this young lady here needs a post cryo checkup? I'll get to that then. You can update me once you have treated yourself."

He guided Mikoto to an empty examination room, gave her two pills and took some blood.
"You are good to go girl. If you feel nausea or get feverish, come back to see us."

Sending the rockstar on her way Doc Genassi then went to check on Patterson.

Certain there was not much else for him to do in medical, and convinced it was in good hands with Connolly and now Genassi, the captain figured he had best return to the bridge.
"Keep me updated on anything unusual, and if Patterson's situation changes, let me know at once. Keep up the good work doctors."

As he left the hospital facilities, he encountered several nurses and a few other doctors just coming in. Within a few minutes the hospital was working at the minimal required strength.

She saw a older man escorting her back into that hellhole that was the infermary and she gave any excuse possible to not being taken there. “Wait I feel fine!, I don't want to be close to that sick fellow I value my health” she groaned as he had no convincing otherwise so she just thought of running away as soon as she could. When they got to med bay thankfully it was all quick enough to take two pills and some blood before being allowed to leave the area. She sighed as she quickly left the room not wanting to take two more seconds to be there especially with a sick man inside.

<To Mess Hall>

<< From: Cryo Chambers

Once inside, Micaela remained in the entry way, trying not to stare at the automaton at the central reception desk. Under normal circumstances she would expect the medical staff to be notified of her pending arrival by Marco, but she was interested in testing the extent of his malware corruption, and even simple, seemingly inconsequential details could be useful. So she quietly waited to see how her arrival would be handled.
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"Captain." Colt acknowledged with a nod as Dorn turned and walked out. He smiled at the hands on doctor, then turned and saw the flood of nurses pouring in. "Well the cavalry has arrived." Colt joked with a chuckle. "So is the quarantine lifted? Am I free to go grab some chow now? I would literally kill for a burger and fries." Colt now looked a little out of place in the mess of medical personnel that were now taking over in the area. The disheveled nature of his hair contrasted with his pristine uniform in a way that didn't make him look like just a patient, however he certainly did not have the same presence as a doctor or a nurse. He looked as if he'd just jumped into the middle of the chaos, though that lined up with the truth fairly well.

Amidst the mass of movement, Colt also noticed one woman standing in the waiting area of the medical facility. She seemed like she was waiting for something different, though Colt was not sure what she was looking for and just gave it a shrug. He was sure someone would be with her relatively shortly, once they had set up the facility and gotten it fully staffed and operational.

With the arrival of the Colonel, Addison was free to stop and treat herself, which she did, taking the same vile chew tabs she had given Colt. That should soak up anything she might have swallowed; anything airborne or transmitted by touch would have been scrubbed away in the shower. "You should be good to go," she told Colt. "But come back if you feel even the tiniest bit out of sorts." Seeing him out, she noticed the new arrival. "Hello. Can I help you?"

"Hold it right there doctor," Genassi states simply, a friendly smile adorning his face. With a firm hand he guides Addison away from the newcomer and towards the exit of the hospital. At the sliding doors he faces her, looking deep into her eyes, making sure he is not be misunderstood.
"You did good doctor, but I am guessing that since you got here you have at best eaten a protein bar, if any at all, and maybe what, one coffee? You get yourself to the barracks, get some food in your belly, take a few minutes to adjust. Doctor's orders. We have things under control here for now. I'm sure we can manage half an hour without you." He grins, his eyes twinkling. Yet there is no possible way he can be persuaded to let her stay, she knows by instinct.

Having said what he wanted to say he then turns to Micaela Nieves waiting by the door.
"Good afternoon young lady. Judging by the grey jumpsuit you have come for your post-cryo check-up. If you'd please wait in exam room three a nurse will be with you  in a moment to get some blood and get you the after-sleep pills."

Turning back to face Addison again...
"Are you still here doctor? Go, have a bite. We will call for you if needed. Take five."

"Thank you, doctor." she responded while she considered the implication of his words. Neither doctor seemed to be expecting her, but as part of its security protocols Marco should have notified medical that she was coming. Was she being paranoid, or was there sabotage in the security protocols?

Moving into exam room three Micaela took a few deep breaths and tried to keep her thoughts under control. Or, at least, constructive. Was there anything she could do to help?
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"If anything anything is wrong, I will come back down and let you know. Now time to see what chow they've got up in the mess hall." Colt said with a smile. "You all keep up the good work. Do your doctory stuff.  Save those lives. Yeah." Colt said to the organized chaos of all the people doing their jobs. He gave the colonel a nod, then turned and walked out of the area, having spent most of his time since waking up down here. Now he would have some time to explore the ship, but first off it was chow time.

To: Mess Hall

Doc Genassi joins Micaela in exam 3, offering her two pills and a smile.
"Take these, and we will collect some blood."

He opens a small kit, collecting a needle and a vial, carefully taking a blood sample. Micaela notices he is missing his left index finger.

"There we are, good to go. You better get something to eat in the barracks mess. Your body will adjust much quicker. If you feel nausea, disorientation, dizzyness, return to us at once."

Entering the facility Lee took in the scene, several nurses and doctors had been revived from the cryo chambers and the room was beginning to operate as it should. Moving past the triage nurse Lee spotted the Colonel as he entered an examination cell. Doing a right turn she moved to one side of the passage where she waited for the Doctor to finish his examination and emerge.

Done with Micaela Doc Genassi quickly joins Lee Jay in the hallway.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," he states, a worried gaze over his eyes.
"I'd like you to take a look at something for me. If you'd follow me please."

He leads her to the laboratory, directly to a large electro-microscope, indicating for her to take a look.
Meanwhile he elaborates, "I know my way around bloodwork, and I know just about everything that can be encountered in blood... Here we have the bloodwork of Sgt. Patterson. You can easily find the usual anomalies that one expects from radiation poisoning, but there is one thing I just can't figure out... this is something I have never seen before."
he stands back so Musashi can take a look. She can clearly see a tri-cell organism with a double core and three cell walls. The electroscope also clearly shows the organism attacking Patterson's red blood cells.

"There seems to be something living in his blood. Something I have never seen before."

In reply to Colonel Walter 'Doc' Genassi (msg # 90):

Lee transferes the image to a monitor/overhead screen so they sam both see what is taking place. Informing the Colonel that they'll need to get a count of these aggressive cells to determine its number, the fact that its killing his cells is bad enough hopefully they aren't increasing. Lee will start aome tests on these immediately, using both inclusove and exclusive samples to test with the counter agents they have available.

"Hold on," Genassi continues as he sees Musashi looking for counter agents to see how the organism reacts. "There's more..."
He removes the glass with Patterson's bloodsample and replaces it by another one.
Using the same big screen as Lee Jay did, he quickly finds what he is looking for.
On the screen another image appears of the three celled organism. Only this one only has a single cell core and seems dormant, unmoving.
"The first one was Patterson, exposed to radiation. This second one... Is my own blood sample..."
Again he changes plates. Again, the three-celled organism.
"This one is the captain's..."
And again he changes it. Lee Jay can already guess what is coming.
"Dr. Cornell, Lieutenant Maxwell, Pvt. Abele Watan, Mikoto Mishida, you... everyone..."
The doctor shakes his head, stumped.
"Everyone... Not a single blood sample that does not contain these things... But only Patterson's is doing anything..."

Bloody hell we've all been infected, she thinks This is a pleasent surprise we oversleep like Van Winkle and wake with a surprise package. Lee states sarcasticly, glancing at the Colonel she waits for him to make further comment.

"What I need you to do is study this stuff. Find out why Patterson's visitors have woken up, how we stop it, anything. Can you do that?"

In reply to Colonel Walter 'Doc' Genassi (msg # 94):

Lee looked at the Colonel as if he asked her if she could walk and chew gum at the same time. "Do you shave in the morning." replied Lee in the same condescending manner as him.
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Micaela nodded at the doctor's suggestion and then he was gone. He hadn't been rude, per say, but he clearly had more important things to worry about than a random civilian that got defrosted early. Alone in the examination room again the young woman rolled down the sleeve on her jumpsuit, rose to her feet and started for the door.

"Marco," she started as she moved back through the waiting area. "of the crew currently active, who has clearance and the capability to perform maintenance on your code?"

That would be Staff sergeant Blake Germaine Micaela. He is currently assigned to repair me.

One man, what could possibly go wrong, she thought to herself. Having not recovered the rest of her kit she wasn't able to hail the Staff Sergeant directly, so she stepped over to a console and pulled up a communication protocol.


The message sent she grabbed a protein bar from a dispenser in the waiting room and then left for the Cargo Hold to find her stuff.

>> To: Cargo Hold
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You want me to work on the group, or the solo. If the group I'd recommend putting Troy on ice, it's likely to stop further deterioration of his condition. Additionally its advisable to limit the number of defrosts to those currently opetational until we find a mitigation to this situation.
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"I trust your judgement on that," Genassi replied.

In reply to Colonel Walter 'Doc' Genassi (msg # 100):

Lee acknowledged the Colonels declaration then waited for his decision.

Seeing Musashi's hesitation Genassi grinned.
"Seeing as I'm no molecular biologist, I think you know better than me what steps to take. Putting Troy on ice however will not be possible. The cryo-pods are one use only untill they can be reset and refilled with the proper chemicals. Some of which we do not carry on board due to safety regulations. GNA hated the idea of having 10.000 cubic tons of Freon on their colony ship. So do what you want, what needs to be done."

If there was nothing else the Colonel could relate Lee started with an analysis of the active and passive biology determining rates of growth, if any; resistances; susceptibilities; effects both have on their respective hosts. Documenting her findings, revising theses with and repeating tests 4-5 times as confirmation of these results or lack thereof.

From:  Barracks - Mess Hall

   Lt. Maxwell hurried into the Medical Section.  She snagged the first corpsman she saw.  "I need to speak to the ranking Medical Officer on duty at once.  This is a security matter of the utmost importance."  She sent the enlisted person on her way.

Col. Doc Genassi hurries to meet up with Lt. Maxwell. She looks fine to him, so he doesn't really understand what the emergency can be, but on a freshly starting ship it could be anything. Perhaps something she ate? Side effects of the defrosting? He had better find out quickly, they already had one man near death.
"Lieutenant, My staff informs me you have an emergency. What ails you?"

   "I'm Lieutenant Jennifer Maxwell, Ship Security.  I'm investigating certain irregularities, which include theft, mutiny, and murder, occurring aboard the Marco Polo while we were in cold storage.  I have the numbers of four pods used by the saboteurs."  Jenni gave him the four pod numbers.

   "But, given the amount of planning it took to implement this hijacking and the skill sets required to pull off the job, it seems unlikely that only three or four people could have accomplished it.  They took a staggering amount of equipment, far more than three people would need.  Also, why would all of this have taken place just for the benefit of a handful of people.  Given the scope of the hijacking, the quantity of equipment stolen, and the need for a varied gene pool, I'm reasonably sure that whatever Earth faction set this up, they wanted to establish a colony of their own."

   Jen took a deep breath, then let it out slowly before she continued.  "I'm no geneticist, but there's probably a certain number of people you need to keep the human race going.  Doc, other than those four pod numbers and the the ones who have been awakened today, I need...  we all need to know how many more of the cryo pods are empty."

==>From Cryo

Hans walks into the room,taking in the equipment and personnel, he walks over to one of the examination booths, he gives himself a quick checkup,asking one of the other nurses to assist him in anything he can't do himself,If he's satisfied that everything is fine, he'll grab a bite to eat before reporting to Colonel Genassi.

"Marco, please give Lt. Maxwell an overview on the current status of all crew. Sort by status and location, generic. Thank you."

Genassi seemed to contemplate Maxwell's words as the ship AI started to rattle its reply.

Good evening doctor Genassi, I have currently been assigned 5000 crew. 4993 of them are accounted for. 3 are missing. 4 are dead.
The dead are located in pods 2030, 3059, 4032, and the last one with you in the hospital morgue. The three missing crew are not on ship.

"Cause of death Marco?"

Carl Riordan, pod 2030, died due to pod failure.
Figaro Valdez, pod 3059, died of cryo freezing.
Zoe Depardieu, pod 4032, died of cryo freezing.
I have no information on the fourth crewman Colonel.

Genassi looked surprised.
"Why not Marco?"

AI cannot access those files.

"Marco, identify missing crew."

AI cannot access files.

Genassi shrugged. "Looks like I cant be of much help Lieutenant. Seems our good old AI has no files on the victim, or the three missing crew. Now if you'll excuse me, I have three dead people to recover from their pods it seems."

The medical facilities have state of the art labs, and one of them has been assigned to Lee Jay for the duration of her investigation.
After doing some simple initial tests to make sure they have indeed found an unknown life form, Lee Jay is certain what they have is indeed alien in nature.
The triple-celled organisms are dormant in all samples but one, that of Patterson, so her next step is to find out why. But how? What was different in Patterson?

In reply to Colonel Walter 'Doc' Genassi (msg # 108):

Hans speaks up, having inadvertently heard the last bit of the conversation.
Need any help with that Sir? I feel like a bit of a third wheel around here...Want to get stuck in doing something...even if it is shifting bodies from their cryopods.

Taking a quick look at Fischer's nametag Genassi shakes his head.
"Help is always welcome nurses Fischer, but not with simple body retrieval. I seem to remember from your file you are a former marine medic? How good are you at autopsies? Lt. Maxwell here needs a quick once-over on a murder victim. Think you can help her out?"

Hans nods thoughtfully
"It's not exactly my specialty but I can give it a go, I'll see if any of the labs are free."

He turns the lieutenant "What details can you give me about the bodies Ma'am?"

   "Thank you, Colonel, for your help."  Jen smiled.  "We keep a backup copy of our files in case there is some problem with data retrieval.  If Medical also keeps a back up copy of medical records in case of an emergency, perhaps your people can check the DNA of the two samples I dropped off earlier and the DNA of the corpse from the Bridge against those records."

   Lt. Maxwell turned her attention to the one called Fischer.  "The body was found on the bridge.  It had been there for quite some time.  The victim suffered a gunshot wound to the head, probably the cause of death.  Verify that the bullet is what killed him.  I'll need the bullet for ballistic evidence.  I also need the fingerprints to run against my files.  And, as I suggested to the Colonel, I need his DNA run against both the current and backup medical files for an identification."

Hans is already grabbing a set of surgical scrubs by the time the LT is done talking.
"Understood, if there's anything I do specialize in it's gunshot wounds" he says with a grimace.

"If you would like to stand in LT there's a spare set of scrubs in that locker, if not I'll send the results up to you as soon as I'm finished"

Commandeering a lab with a operating table in it, Hans begins work on the Post-mortem.
By this time, all of the bodily fluids would most likely be gone, meaning a toxicology would be out, however he started with the basics and worked his way up while retrieving the data Lt Maxwell asked for.

The bullet and any fragments he removes and put's in a Petri dish off to one side, he does the same to a small clump of hair and some skin shavings. He takes a set of fingerprints off of each hand, using a set of clear strips and slides them into a protective casing.

He runs the skin and hair samples under one of the labs scanners.
"Marco, run this DNA sample against all medical records we have on hand" Remembering what LT Maxwell said he adds "Current and Backup...also run these fingerprints as well please, and would you be able to give me an ID on these bullet fragments as well? I'd like that in print as well, two copies please." He says brusquely.
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A factsheet comes rolling from the data console quickly. It contains the man's file as far as he is known. There is no match to the samples already stored by security.
The bullet is a .22, and has shattered on impact trying to exit the skull.

   Jenni excused herself from staying around.  "I'm sure that you do not need me looking over your shoulder while you are working.  Please forward the physical evidence and a copy of all the reports to Security."  It wasn't that being around an autopsy bothered her all that much.  She just had other places to be.

To:  Security

Hans examines the printouts closely,chewing his cheek and frowning at them,before he stows the bullet fact sheet in a manila folder along with the results of the autopsy.

Striding out he thinks to himself "What have we gotten ourselves wrapped up in?"

Security==>

Fourteen hours of assessment, reassessment, vigorous testing and broad spectrum analysis  Lee reached a set determination of the ailien form. Her analysis, testings and findings had been documented verbally, electronically and visually as she had been conducting this process. Absently rubbing her temples she was feeling the effects of the process, her stomach rumbled prompting of the distinct lack of nutrients. Giving her belly a gentle rub she headed to the mess for something to eat.

Security===>

Hans walks back into medical,a thoughtful look on his face. The Lieutenant had been very...driven,still, he supposed that's what you want when you're investigating a murder. Especially one that may have set them off course by about a hundred years...His thoughts turned to the body in the lab, Fred Green, IT tech from Langley,Virginia...The place depicted by dozens of spy flicks as being the headquarters of the CIA.
Hans frown deepens as he tried to banish his paranoia,it wasn't his job to make those kind of speculations.

Entering the lab, he scans the database for matches to the DNA samples Lt Maxwell gave him.
While the computer is processing Hans, dons a set of surgical scrubs and begins examination of bone density and calcium levels, he runs a scanner over the skull as well as other parts of the body, just in case the density of the skull differs drastically to the expected density of the rest of the body.

The two samples Hans is running through the database pop up soon enough. Both belong to people that are supposed to be in their pods, on the ship. Supposed to be, because they are not.
Both Jack Wallace, 38, sewage worker from Boise Idaho, and Azim Amir, 32, electrician, from Paris Idaho, are clearly not in the pods assigned to them. Both pods are empty.

Hans downloads the results of the search and the results of the density study onto a small data stick.

Leaning back, he is caught off guard with a large yawn,checking his watch he realizes he's been in this lab nearly all day and he still had no idea where he was sleeping.

Rubbing his jaw he stands up and takes the small chip,he wondered if security was still open at this hour.

Security===>

----> Cryo

Following the arrows and Marco's directions eventually lead Drago to the Medical section, looking around for someone to speak with Drago couldn't help but notice how abandoned and old the ship felt.
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A female doctor, complete with white coat and stethoscope, comes out of one of the examination rooms to greet Drago. Her voice is soft and gentle as she inquires why he is there, and what it is she can do for him.

Not sure how to best greet the doctor Drago put on his most winning smile, "Ah, yes... My name is Dragoslav Urzica, I just awoke from Cryo and Marco instructed me that I should make this my first stop. After the decon shower of course, would not have wanted to stink up the ship with what apparently would have been a hundred years or so of body odor."

==>Gym

Finishing the last of his water,Fisher enters the medical bay and throws the empty bottle into the trash,mentally congratulating on a good shot.

He does various forms of busy work,including checking over the spare set of autopsy records again.

Addison leads Drago to an examination room and hands him two iodine pills.
"Take these with some water, and keep calm for a few hours. If you feel nausea, weak in the knees, or intent to vomit, come back to me."
She shoots him a friendly smile.
"As for the hundred year odour, thats nothing to worry about. Cryo prevents smell. It doesn't prevent waking up way too late, but that is something we all will have to live with. A century too late, and we overshot Alpha Centauri by sixty odd lightyears I believe. I'm sure security or something can tell you more about that. So... I'm curious, who are you, and what do you do for a living?"

Hans studies the autopsy reports for maybe the tenth time, trying to push back the feeling there is something he fails to notice. Something overlooked.
Autopsies are hard enough, but doing one on a hundred year old mummy is even worse.
WHat is it he fails to see? Again he starts reading through his findings. There must be something there...

From: Cryo

Danny slows down his run right before the entrance to the Medical Facilities, to make sure he doesn't distract any doctors, or unrest any patients that could be around.

Danny enters the facility quietly and sits down in a chair with a huge smile and glistening eyes. Danny is elated with the amount of people he sees, his eyes instantly dart around the room looking for sick people, does he seen any to comfort?

Doc Genassi walks into the reception area, seemingly lost in thought, when he suddenly notices a new arrival. He quickly jots down what he was planning to put in the system and then approaches the young man, casually sitting down next to Danny.
"Good morning. A new arrival I take it? The grey jumpsuit kind of gives it away." He smiles, a warm, comforting smile, born from years of patient experience. "My name is Walter Genassi. I'm the chief medical officer here. What's your name?"

Hans spends some time staring at the autopsy reports for a while longer before shoving them away in disgust.

He couldn't pick anything out and the words seemed to be running together.

"I'll grab some coffee and see if the Colonel has anything for me to do"
He stood up and stretched a knot out of is back.
"I'll come back to this later,with a fresh mind."

Walking through the medical bay to the coffee machine,he sees Doctor Genassi talking with Danny.

Just as Fisher reaches the reception area the door slides open and two marines come walking in, one with his left hand in a makeshift bandage. Blood drips through it, leaving a trail on the floor.
They directly approach Hans, the one bleeding looking pale, but sweating. He looks like he is ready to pass out. His buddy starts to speak.
"Got a wounded man here, likely needing stitches. Got his hand in the working parts of a gun emplacement. Got anyone here to help him?"

in responce to Doc Genassi msg #129:

Danny smiles back at the Doc when he sits down next to him, he chuckles softly at the Doc's reference to his jumpsuit.

"My name is Danny Chambers, I'd assume your a medical personnel?", "They briefed me on what suits mean what when I was frozen".

After the Doc answers him, Danny replies: "I'm here for a post-cryo check up, I think it would be good to look up my file", "They said the process could have harder effects on my body than it would on others".

Danny realises he's still smiling, but finds himself elated to be around someone, so keeps going.

When the Doc finishes speaking "Maybe when everything is done, you could explain to me, if you know, why we're a hundred years overdue for our stop?"

Danny continues smiling, it feels good after 100 years.


When Danny sees the wounded man come through he finishes his conversation with Doc, and heads over to the wounded man, ready to help out in any way he can, hoping to make the man think about things other than the pain, Danny has a way with helping others.

In reply to Addison Connolly (msg # 126):



"Dragoslav Urizca, but you can call me Drago, most people do. I am a civilian scientist specializing in Biology and it's various branches as well as botany along with several other fields of study." Drago takes the two pills as directed, "Thank you Miss Connolly, might I ask how things a progressing with people being awakened from cryo."

"At the moment the captain has selected mostly core staff to be awakened, but due to a glitch in the programming of the AI every now and then someone wakes up regardless." Addison shrugged, staring at an invisible speck of dust on her desk. "Most if not all civilians are still in cryo. WHat I hear is they won't be woken up untill we reach the Keppler system next week. Captain wants to be sure he has things to do for them, to keep them occupied."
She paused for a moment.

"So, botany? Thats like plants and such right? You should speak to Cornell then. They have him assigned as lead engineer to the reactor core and engines, but I believe his true specialisation is Agricultural engineering. As soon as they clear the hydroponics deck and have someone to replace him at the core, he will be starting up the greenhouses there. He could probably use you."

Seeing the wounded man come in  all thoughts of coffee were pushed back,a immediate crisis always shocked the system better than caffeine anyway.

He reaches into a draw behind the counter and withdraws a bandage and all but leaps over the reception desk.

He points to the man supporting the wounded man.
"Here,apply pressure,keep that hand raised,keep pressure on the wound."
His tone is brusque and direct ,a far cry from his more hesitant tone.

He snaps his figures at Danny
"You,help support him, talk to him keep him occupied, get him over here,on the bed.Keep that arm up!"
He leads them to one of the examination rooms he sits the wounded man on the bed and starts to apply aid.

He removes the bandage for a moment to get a good view with one hand while grabbing a laceration kit out of one the cabinets.

He moves the overhead light in closer and takes a good look before making noise.
He dabs at the wound with a antiseptic cloth to make it slightly cleaner before spraying it with a anti-biotic spray,he injects a local anesthetic before slowly applying stitches.
He finishes it by spritzing it again with anti-biotic spray and applying a bandage firmly but not so tight as to restrict blood flow.

"There...He looks like he's lost a bit of blood,so I'm keeping him here for a day, then I'm signing him of work for a additional 3 days. It's not quite what we need right now given how short staffed we are...but nothing we can do about that..."

Doc Genassi looks at the scene from his seat near the door, content with how the army medic handles the situation. He knows better than to interfere in situations like that, and for him it is a good way to learn about his staff.
After a few minutes, confident the situation is properly handled, he strolls over to the front desk and selects a bed for the marine.
By the time Fisher is done and decides to select a bed, Genassi has already prepared one and directs Hans to short stay room 1. One of the four beds there will easily suffice.
"Good job there soldier. It's clear you have experience in that sort of wounds. Come see me once you have that marine all settled in."

He then waits patiently for Danny to be done with lending support and come for his post cryo check-up.

After Danny was put into action by the German who seemed to have some medical knowledge, he did exactly as he was told. Danny decided to later ask the man how much pain he was feeling, because besides the occasional moan, there wasn't any pain on his face, Danny supported him with his hands, and used a soft, soft tone and very comforting, slow movemement to keep the man as calm and content as he could. Danny was tempted to ask for a name, but instead let him rest.

When the German was done, Danny congratulated him on a good job, and waved goodbye.

He headed a few feet over to Walter Genassi, and said "Whew, lots of action round here huh?", after getting an answer, "Okay, I'm ready for whatever we gotta do" he followed the nice Doctor to wherever he was lead.

In reply to Addison Connolly (msg # 134):

"I suppose that would be a way to help, not exactly what I had hoped for but a good way to help none the less." not wanting to keep the young lady from her work, "If you have other things to attend to please do not let me keep you from your work. I will be fine here, and should I feel any unusual side effects or need anything I will let you know."

After cleaning up and restocking the laceration kit,Hans Fischer peels off the bloody latex gloves and throws them in the bio hazard bin before washing his hands.

He checks on the man currently lying on the examination table and moves him into a more permanent ward.

Leaning against a wall he trembles a bit as the adrenaline leaves his system...
"Well that was a nice pick me up..." He giggles internally.

He frowns before adressing the other soldier who had brought the man in."You said he got his hand caught in the mechanism of a gun emplacement? How did that happen and is it the first incident that's brought one of you up here?"
They were short staffed enough already without people being hospitalised because of poor weapon practice.

Doc Genassi lead Danny to an examination room and worked through his routine. Breathing, pulse, bloodpressure. It was all fine. With a smile he handed the young man two pills.
"Take these with some water and then you are good to go. If you feel nausea, or get severe headaches, come back at once."
The Doc shrugged.
"Busy? Nah, just the right moment for you to enter. It was actually only our second emergency. Then again, we have been active for only 24 hours, so things might pick up soon enough."

***

The marine standing with Hans shook his head.
"No idea how it happened. He was cleaning the loading mechanism, and suddenly he's screaming like a small child. I look up, see blood spraying all over the place. If I were a gambler I'd bet he forgot to shut down the autoloader. Soon as you remove the magazine the gun starts uploading a new one. And since there were no new mags, I guess the gun grabbed his sleeve and pulled his hand in."
He gave his buddy a pat on the shoulder.
"You take care man, I'll see you soon enough."
In the dooropening he turned to Hans.
"Thanx doc. Nice work there."

***

Addison closed her medical cabinet again before replying to Drago.
"Well, you know, I'm no botanist, or gardener, or what it may be called, but I know Cornell is a big name in that field. I'd think he could use another botanist such as yourself.
However, your file says you're a xenobiologist? Is that like the study of all alien plants or something then?" She chuckled.
"Because if that is the case I suggest you go and see Doc Genassi right away. He could use you for sure."

"Yes, Xenobiology and Xenobotany are my main expertises, though they are, or were just practicies in what if theories since no one has ever actually found evidence of life beyond Earth." Drago smiled at the young woman and shook her hand, "Thank you Miss Connolly, I will go find Doctor Genassi then. Would you know if he is near by."

"He must be around here somewhere. He's never too far away. I'd try the reception area if I were you. But priorities first, get some food and drink, get your body back to running order," Connolly smiled.

In reply to Addison Connolly (msg # 142):

At the mention of food Drago realized just how hungery he actually was, "Yes your are quite right. Where might I find the ... mess hall I guess is the right terminology."

in response to Doc msg #140:

"thanks man," Danny said to the doctor, unsure whether he should be using sir or not, "What should I be doing now?". When his questions were answered Danny took his pills, thanked the doctor again, and left the room.

"Well, to start, I'd go eat something. Barracks mess hall is currently the only diner thats open, but its not bad." Genassi lead him out the door.
"After that, I'd look for Jan VanderBeek. He's the morale officer, and he is in charge of assigning civilians to different tasks and jobs. I heared he wants to open up at least a part of the rec deck, likely one of the stores or a restaurant and bar. Maybe that would be something to your liking, since you seem to be a person that makes contact easy. Jan will likely be in the mess hall anyways."

Danny thanks the doctor, and heads to the Mess Hall, already letting his minds wander on the idea of himself in a comedy act

>>> Barracks: Mess Hall

Connolly quickly transfered directions to Drago's dataslate.
"The only currently operational mess hall is in the barracks section of the ship. As it stands now everybody has access untill the civilians are woken up. Captain's orders."

"Thank you again Miss Connolly for all your help." Drago takes his leave and heads to the mess hall for a meal.

------> Mess Hall

After the soldier departs Hans quickly showers and changes into a clean set of clothes.
As he steps out his stomach pangs on hunger and he remembers that he hasn't eaten apart from a cheap protein bar before phys.
Chiding himself for not eating correctly he heads off to get a bite to eat while it's still quiet.

From Barracks

Hans returns to a flurry of activity as medical personal squeeze in between  freshly awakened crewmembers.

Hans throws on a pair of medical Scrubs and lends a hand in processing the many crewmembers.

Soon enough people start to trickle in. All of them military, being marines, engineers, ship crew. Hans has his work cut out for him, but soon settles into a rythm, processing them just as fast as the other medical staff does.

From: Chamber's Quarters.

Danny arrived in the Medical Facilities wearing bright clothing, and a happy, refreshed face.

When he arrived he noticed a fair amount of activity, he walked up to a idling personnel and said to her "Hi, I'm Danny. I helped this guy earlier today who had a messed-up hand, I was wondering if you know where he is?"
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From:  Security Section

   Jen entered the medical section and left word that she needed to speak with Colonel Genassi about an important, but not life threatening situation.  She took a chair in the waiting area.  She knew that Chief Medical Officers were always in high demand.  She had some time on her hands and settled down to wait for him.

The reception droid directs Danny to room 4C, where the marine is resting. A quick overview tells Danny the man will keep his hand, but will likely not be using it for a few weeks. He is currently asleep.

Jennifer has barely taken a seat when colonel Genassi comes walking in, dataslate in hand. Seemingly struggling to read what it says he reaches in his pocket for a set of glasses. After a quick scan of the document he hands it to a nurse. "I'll check on the sergeant later, keep him in a coma please. His body requires the rest. Increase the iodine to 2 mg, and get him a 20 percent saline solution. The ten percent isn't doing what it should."

He then looks around the waiting area, quickly locking eyes with Maxwell.
"Ah, Lieutenant. I was told you needed to see me. What can I do for you?"

   "Sir, thank you for seeing me so quickly.  I can only guess how busy you must be."  Maxwell smiled.  She did know how.  She just never used it much.  "I dropped off a total of four samples of DNA evidence as a part of an active case.  I have two names so far.  I was wondering if you could expedite the process and send the results of the other two to my office on a data chip."

Genassi waves the busy remark away casually. "Its nothing we can't handle really. Dna samples you say. Yes. I'll get on to that right away Lieutenant."
He quickly makes a note in another dataslate.
"Anything else I can do for you?"

   Maxwell hesitated a moment.  "Yes, there is, Sir.  SGT Troy Patterson was brought in with something serious.  Patterson is assigned to my detachment.  Can you tell me how he is doing?"  Even though he had just been assigned to her, she still felt responsible for his welfare.  On a tub this size, she might well be all that he had.

"Ah yes, Sergeant Patterson. A troubling case there, Lieutenant. We managed to stabilise him, but his condition is far worse than just the radiation sickness he came in with. He's currently in a coma, and we are keeping him that way in quarantine. At the moment i am not at liberty to discuss the case further, quite simply because we know little else. Something is destroying his blood cells, and its not the radiation." His eyes turned solemn for a moment.
"You can see him if you like, from the visit room that is. I cannot let you near him unfortunately."

   "Thank you for the offer, but I don't want to take up any more of your time.  If there is any change, please let me know, Sir."  Maxwell sighed.  "You and I are a lot alike, Colonel.  We work what evidence we can find to try to determine what happened and why it happened in an attempt to keep others from getting hurt.  I'll be on my way now."

   Jen didn't finish her comparison.  She didn't add what they both probably knew.  Sometimes, no matter what you do, people die and there's not a damn thing that can change that.


To:  Security
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After arriving in room 4C, Danny sat down next to the injured man he had "helped" earlier, he didn't see the point in staying long, after all the man was asleep. And even though he was trying to avoid stereotypes, he felt his confidence drop in using sympathy-filled words with a person who had possibly fought in wars.

Besides, Danny was gonna try and repress his characteristically-unique urge to be as nice as literally possible all the time to everybody for a while. He figured a spaceship full of people would probably just find him weird and then throw him out the hatch or something. Most the people here were nice enough anyway, so it's not like his input to the community joy was needed.


After thinking too much about himself, he thought some nice thoughts to the man, not really a prayer, (Danny wasn't very religious,) but better than nothing (at least to him), and left quietly.

He checked his watch, it read 9:08, he still had 1 hour to burn before he could meet up with VanderBeek for a possible job.

He decided to head back to his quarters to find something to do.


Danny >>> Chamber's Quarters

Leaving one of the examination rooms,Hans pops some of his joints as he stretches.

The post cryo examinations weren't difficult but by god were they tedious, even before you factored in the crew who had responded badly to the cryogenic sleep, or worse, the hypochondriacs.

Even worse than the boredem,there were some that hadn't reacted well to the fact they had overslept by over 100 years.

He reports to the Colonel, asking him if he had anything to add to his autopsy reports.
Hans grimaced as he walks out,heading towards to security to give the detective the latest autopsy reports.

Security===>

Hans returns some time later,having stopped for a bite on the way back.

Looking around the medical bay he spots Colonel Gennassi and walks over to him.

"That's the last of the crew processed Sir and the lieutenant has her reports. Anything else to do Sir?"

"Go get something to eat Hans. You did good for a combat medic." Genassi grinned. "Did they assign you some quarters yet? If not, see about getting some. And bring me back some crunchy bars later."

From: Cryo

Mike slowed down as he reached medical, doubt crossing his mind as he came to a stop before the door. Would anyone be there?

He took a breath, opened the door, and slowly walked in "Hello, anyone else here?" He waited next to the door

"Ofcourse there is someone here young man," Genassi laughed. "What kind of medical facility would we be if there was nobody here? It seems you are straight from the pod, so I assume you need a check-up?"
He directed Mike to one of the chairs in the waiting room.
"Someone will pick you up shortly, so please, take a seat."

Drago took his time as he walked to medical, even with the ships crew being awake the ship still felt abandoned, he didn't pas another living sole as he walked. Once he reached medical he entered looking around for someone who could direct him to Col. Genassi.

Mike chuckled "Yup, fresh from the bean-pod of beauty sleep. What gave it away, besides the helpless look on my face?" He joked as he sat down in the seat, his legs crossed as he gazed around the room
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Drago waited until the colonel and the gentleman, apparently fresh from the pods, were finished with their conversation. When the gentleman took a seat Drago appraoched the colonel, "Colonel Genassi, Dragoslav Urzica."

"Hope I am not interrupting anything. If so I can come back later."

Hans walks into to the reception,a fresh cup of coffee and a chocolate bar balanced in one hand,data tablet in the other.

Spotting Mike sitting in the waiting area he walks up.

"Judging by your spectacular bedhair I assume you're fresh from the pods? If you're not being seen I can do the post cryo examinations?"

Mike stood up as he was addressed "Yea, I'm as fresh as I appear. My names Mike."

He holds out his hand, speaking in a polite manner he used with all doctors "I'm just waiting for somebody to do my check-up, so by all means, proceed."

Tucking his data tablet under one arm he returns the hand shake.
"Hans,we're a bit over extended at the moment,has anyone explained the situation to you?

He leads Mike to one of the examination rooms and conducts several tests.
"What did you do before this?"Hans asks as he studies his data tablet."Don't seem to have much on your file"

Mike shrugs in response as he follows Hans to the room.
"Not really. I know what the ship told me when I woke up..."

His smile faltered for a moment, then returned to its normal perkiness as Hans conducted his tests. He seemed surprised by the question about his past.
"Well, I was a maintenance-worker. Not much more to add to that. Any other questions for me?"

Genassi smiled as Fischer took Schmidt to an examination room.
¨Urzica... Biologist I believe? Come with me please.¨ The Colonel leads Drago through the main hall of the medical area. At a decontamination airlock he stops, nodding in the direction of a closet filled with hazmat suits. ¨We better wear those before we continue. You must be a size L I think?¨

Nodding Drago took the offered suit, climbing into it with an ease showing that he had done this before. Once the suit was on he checked the Colonels suit for any possible breaches and then waited as the Colonel did likewise on his. "What level is this contagion classified at Sir ?"

"We're not sure, soi we are not taking any chances. For now we are working on a code orange beyond these doors."
Together they enter thlabs, where a familiar face is working on bloodsamples, doing simple tests and noting results. Mishida doesn't seem to enjoy her work one bit.
"We have discovered a triple cell oprganism with a genetic make up unlike anything we have ever seen. Unlike anything terrestrial really. All tested crew have shown signs of the organism in their blood so far, but only one sample is actually active. The others seem dormant."

Genassi offers Drago a view through an electroscope. The organism is clearly visible, reproducing, moving, multiplying, eating red blood cells as it grows. The organisms almost outnumber the red blood cells three to one, growing quickly.

"The sample you see now was taken from patient X two hours ago. Its a miracle the man is still alive. Whats more, he seems to be stable, while being eaten."
The colonel looks puzzled.
"I'd like you and Musashi over there to figure out what it is, and how we counter it."

"This would be an amazing discover, except for the fact that a mans life hangs in the balance. I will get to work and see what I can find." looking around the room, "I surmise that any where is good to begin familiarizing myself with the organism?"

Drago begins pulling up the results of the blood samples and comparing the to the patients.

"Keep me updated on any progress please. I'll leave you two to get to it then." Genassi turned and left the lab.

"I will Colonel." As the Colonel left Drago walked over to the table where Musashi was working, "Hello again Miss Musashi, would you be willing to walk me through your findings so far." Drago was sure he could catch up fairly quickly from the reports, but sometimes discussing something verbally lead to a better understanding.

Lee Jay looked up from her petri dish. She carefully placed a cover on it, then switched on the communicator of her hazmat suit.
"So far I have been doing checks on all crew bloodsamples taken when the woke up. All but one of the crew, including us, have the organism in these samples. It is safe to assume we are all contaminated, but in everyone except Cpl. Patterson the organism is dormant. I was planning on doing radiation tests next, but new samples keep coming in as they wake up more people, so I haven't gotten around to that yet. The only person not infected seems to be a civilian called Colt Jordan. I have yet to figure out why exactly. At first I thought it was because his blood type was rare, he's an AB-, there's at least two other crewmen with that bloodtype that do carry the organism, so I have ruled that out.
She points at the petri dish she just closed up.
"It seems the organism does need blood to survive. I have tried planting samples of them in a controlled environment, but without blood cells present, both red and white, the triple celled organism quickly withers away. In the average sample there is one organism for every million red blood cells. In the sample taken this morning of Cpl. Patterson they are quickly starting to outnumber his bloodcells. In theory the man should already be dead..."
She seems to shrug, hardly noticable in the hazmat suit. Her eyes betray a new sense of purpose though, a look Drago had not seen that morning in the mess hall. Something had peaked her interest.

Mike Schmidt, please report to the captain after your medical examination. Have a nice day.

Drago was intrigued by the organism but the crewman's life was more important. "Where is the sample of Mr. Jordan's blood is their enough to possible run a few experiments or would we need to request more?" Drago quickly brought up Mr Jordan's medical profile and records and began looking them over for a possible clue, he also set the computer to work on the analysis of the three AB- blood samples tagging the differences, race, sex, age and any other variables he could come up with.

I am very sorry Dragoslav, Mr. Colt Jordan's files are classified.

Looks surprised as Marco speaks up, his eyebrows raised in question at Hans
"Well doc, am I cleared for duty?"

Continuing his work, Drago spoke to Musashi "I am guessing you have already run into this with Jordan's records being classified."

He then continues "Marco, where is Mr. Jordan currently."

Mr. Colt Jordan is currently in the barracks gym Dragoslav.

Going over the results of the blood analysis for Mr. Jordan Drago began looking for any abnormalities or anomalies that may provide a clue. He also began getting familiar with the organism, detailing its make up and trying to decipher its genetic code.

Hans finishes jotting down the last of his notes before tucking his data pad away."Everything checks out! Try and get some food on board, same for fluid,preferably somthing sugary like a sports drink or somthing, if you start feeling feint don't hesitate to come back"

Mike grins as Hans pronounces his bill of health, springing up from his seat and holding out his hand to shake again.
"Thanks Hans, glad to know that im as healthy as a whistle. See you around, eh?"

Takes a few steps, then turns around with a sheepish look on his face. "Ah, you wouldn't happen to know where to find the captain, would you?"
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Hans shakes his hand before signing off the hard copies,before hearing Mike's question,he looks up from the medical forms he's filling out,eye brows raised.
"The Captain? Well...I would imagine he's either on the Bridge or in his quarters."

Throwing Hans a quick "Thanks!" over his shoulder, Mike starts to walk out of medical before stopping abruptly, realization striking him. He had no idea what the ship layout was! Quickly turning around, he heads back to the room he'd just left, giving the door frame a quick knock to announce his presence before posing his question to Hans.

"Would you mind telling me the way to the Bridge? I'm, ah, a little lost."
He scratches the back of his head sheepishly as he waits for an answer

Hans smiles
"Out the door,down the hall on your right, take the elevator up to Command Ops. I think the medbay reception give out maps to all post stasis personal.

Mike snaps his fingers, grinning widely "That should do it then, thanks for all the help you've been Hans, cant say that enough"

Waves to Hans and heads towards the reception desk, quickly getting a map and following Hans' directions to the Bridge, muttering them to himself as he walked through the corridors.

To: Bridge

Dragoslav works on the samples for a bit, logging his findings. Its certainly something like he has never seen before, alive but seemingly dormant.


***

Hans hardly has time to say goodbye to his last patient when he hears his name called out from the secure room, where he knows Cpl. Patterson is held in an artificial coma.
"Fisher, get in here, I need extra hands!"
Its the voice of Doc Genassi.

PM

Hans jumps, just barely avoiding falling off his chair and spilling coffee everywhere.

Instinctively throwing on a pair of medical gloves Hans barrels into the room.

As soon as Hans enters the room he notices Genassi and a couple of nurses, working hard to regain control of an obviously out of control situation. There is blood on the floors everywhere, and a man on a stretcher convulsing badly. The blood is gushing from a wound on his left arm, an arm Genassi tries hard to keep down while a nurse tries to bind it.

Hans shoots forward,slipping slightly on the blood.
Sliding down next to the casualty Hans shoves the man down,aiding Gennassi in keeping the body still while the Nurse treats the man.

He assesses the wound as best he can as well looking around for what could have caused it.

He observes whether the nurse is binding the arm correctly as well.

>>From cryo chambers.
Rick looks around at the facility presuming that there would be a doctor or a nurse. No scratch that he thinks to himself, a HOT nurse like in the video for Heart Attack or Love. She was hot, he continues in his own mind and that was one hell of a weekend. He stands there lost in his memories.

As Hans and Genassi try to hold Patterson down the nurse works hard to close up the wound. While doing so two other wounds spontaneously appear, both starting to gush blood too. Judging by the blood below the man´s shirt another wound has appeared around his abdomen as well. While having some combat experience, and having seen some gruesome wounds out in the field, this is still new for Hans. A human body is not supposed to spontaneously burst open and start bleeding.
Soon the monitors hooked up to the soldier start to show an erratic heartbeat, followed quickly by a flatline and a piercing sound indicating heart failure.

***

Richard enters the hospital area and immediately notices the central desk, where a nurse seems busy reading a chart of some kind. Behind the desk, somewhat further into the hallway, an alarm sounds and several other nurses come running, rolling forth a crash cart.
The nurse at the desk notices Thornby come in and looks up. ¨Can I help you sir?¨

Drago works away at the samples when an alarm sounds from one of his computers. It was analysing a small sample of the active blood, and now clearly shows the tri-celled organism has begun to multiply. And multiply fast. Within a few seconds of the alarm, the small glass plate containing the sample bursts, too small now to contain the clump of cells that is growing too big for it.
Then, as suddenly as they started multiplying, the cells all wither away, contact with the air destroying them.

Drago follows protocol and quickly contains the sample for study, making sure to collect all the dead cells. He then reviews the records trying to determine what caused the sudden growth and more importantly he begins looking for what in the air caused its sudden death.

DRago starts going over all his data again, trying to figure out what it is he's not seeing.

08:41, Today: Dragoslav Urzica rolled 20 using 1d20+9.  d20+8 mental, +1.

Its the oxygen, Drago quickly concludes. Thats most likely why the cells attack the red blood cells of the host, and it is most certainly what kills them as soon as they come into contact with it. While they grow rapidly, as soon as they come into contact with oxygen, they die. The clump on the shattered glass actually shows that only the cells on the outside are dead. Those that are encapsuled still live, but have stopped multiplying. Are they intelligent? Is it instinct?

Hans steps back, staring at the body as the Nurses work on it. He stares down at his blood soaked scrubs,grimaces and starts to peel off his blood soaked gloves.

He looks up at Doctor Gennesi and speaks, his voice thick.
"I've never seen anything like that before...What was he originally brought in for?"

Genassi stared at the flatlined monitor for a long while, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Sorry, I've never gotten used to losing patients. Especially not those that save the lives of an entire ship." He removes his latex gloves, throwing them in the bin.
"His name was Troy Patterson. Corporal. He was brought in with radiation poisoning, minor really. Patterson here was amongst the first few people to wake up, and they discovered the ship was going to explode due to the fusion reactor being overloading. That was to be expected after 115 years of continued use. Somehow they managed to change out the waste collector batteries, but the poor corporal here had a tear in the back of his hazmat suit. A minor case of poisoning, doctor Connoly treated him for it. Thats when everything went wrong. We found out he had some kind of organism in his blood that reacted to the radiation. It activated, woke up, whatever, but it started to eat his red blood cells immediately. I can only assume that same organism now killed him.
The doctor looks at his own blooded scrubs, then at his empty hands, turning them over and over.
"And to think we all carry that organism in our blood... I hope the lab team gets some answers."

Drago began a series of experiments on the remaining cells trying to determine at what level of oxygen saturation the cells began to multiply and at what level they died of high oxygen levels.

Drago increases saturation on several samples. None of them activate. The oxygen does not trigger them into activity. Once the cells come into the open air, they do however immediately clot up and die.

"Sir, can I help you?" the nurse at the desk asks Richard again, somewhat impatiently now.
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Hans clenches his jaw and swallows. He sympathized with the Colonel,Hans himself had never been able to distance himself from the death of a patient himself like some of the other medics he worked with on the battlefield. He couldn't think of anything that wouldn't sound trite or false however. In the end he settled for a jerky nod before carrying on"This...organism...I assume you have someone working on it? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I have a microbiologist on it, and a xenobiologist too I believe. So far no news, but thats because they have been mostly working on blood samples. We have a 99% infection rate so far, with only one person on the ship immune as far as we can tell. You know, now that you mentioned it, maybe we should go see how they are doing and inform them of Cpl. Patterson´s passing." Genassi pats Fischer on the shoulder, a gesture of comraderie between two military medics. Even though he hasn´t been in service for a long time, Colonel Genassi was still a soldier at heart.
"Through here please, and make sure you put on a fitting HAZMAT suit."

Danny arrived at the Med Facility at 3:55 pm, fully aware he was about to meet up with a newly awoken civilian from Cryostasis, or at least he assumed, believing that would be the only reason he'd be at Medical. He pulled up a picture, and when he found Richard Thornby, walked up to him, and held out his hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Danny Chambers, I have a question for you".

Drago records his results and then begins to start looking at other properties in the blood samples and the atmosphere that could trigger the organism into rapid cell growth. Slowly going through each element contained in the blood sample and in standard atmosphere. As these experiments continue he also looks at temperature as a possible contributing factor.

His primary concern was finding a way to effectively eliminate the organism from a hosts blood stream without causing the rapid growth. The fact that oxygen quickly killed the organism was promising. Now he just had to come up with a way to safely deliver oxygen to the organism or a way to filter the blood through a oxygen rich environment.

With Lee Jay Musashi assisting him now she is finally done processing blood samples, the two of them quickly discover that radiation has indeed been the key factor in activating the organism. As soon as the radiation levels reach critical for a human being, the cells somehow become active and start the human red blood cells. They do not feed on it, they show no signs of parasitic behaviour, nor do they form any symbiosis with the blood cells. Rather they just destroy them, slowly taking away the host's ability to transport oxygen through its veins.

Just when they start testing the speed rate of this destruction two more men in HAZMAT suits enter the laboratory. Its the colonel, and a younger man.

"Mr. Urzica, Ms. Musashi, please, carry on, just act like we are not here."
Genassi then stands at a distance, not intent to get in the way.
"Like I said Hans," he tells the young man next to him, "I have two good scientists on it, and a high tech laboratory here. The only lab better suited for this research than this one would be in Shanghai, back on earth, and I think my scientists here could rival theirs, but so far we have no idea whats going on. Or do we Mr. Urzica?"

Drago continues his work after the colonel's entrance, but manages to answer the question as he changes some parameters on his next series of tests. "Yes Colonel I believe Miss Musashi and myself have made some headway. The radiation was definitely the triggering factor of the organism becoming active, and it appears a radiation level in the critical level would be required."

Pausing to check a calculation, "We have also discovered that the organism is vulnerable to oxygen." Drago hands the colonel a pad showing the organisms reaction to the presence of oxygen. "When active the organism attacks and destroys red blood cells. My theory for now is that it is possibly a defensive measure to limit it's exposure to oxygen. We are currently working on figuring out a way to introduce the required oxygen directly to the organism."

"Interesting. But that would require exposing the organisms to pure oxygen then? How do you get that in the bloodstream without killing the person due to airpockets in the heart? Could a blood transfusion work?" Genassi seems intrigued. Though it is not bhis field of expertise, he lives by the motto one is never too old to learn.

Musashi shakes her head in denial.
"First of all, all the blood on board is infected, so a transfusion would just add organisms to an already infected host. Second, because you need to add oxygen, you would cause the natural defenses of the blood to activate clotting, and as such would render it useless. We have yet to figure out a way, but having Dr. urzica here to assist me makes a lot of difference. Especially now that I have been able to check all the samples and can actually do some real work, colonel."
She walks over to a piece of lab equipment containing several vials of blood. She injects several of them with pure air.
"These samples are all infected, but dormant. Now, watch what happens if we add oxygen to the dormant cells."

For a while they wait. A long while.

"Nothing. Nothing happens Colonel, as the dormant organisms are untouched by the air. They are vulnerable only when activated, but once they are, in thirty hours or so they start to rapidly multiply. I can only assume once that happens, it kills the host."

Genassi nods.
"It does," he replies sadly. "Cpl. Patterson died ten minutes ago when his body suddenly started to spontaneously create wounds. There was nothing we could do to stop it."

Hans speaks up,hand on chin, his tone wondering.

"What about the opposite then? Some kind of Dialysis? If the blood isn't in the body when we expose it wouldn't that minimize the risk?"

Drago listened to the conversation while mulling over what was being said, "For something along the lines of dialysis to work you would have to be able to irradiate the blood as it went through, to trigger the organism into an active state. Then oxygenate the blood to a point where the organism would die of exposure. The problem is ...." Drago switched his monitor to show the recent sample that had died, "the organism will encapsulate itself in dead cells to avoid the oxygen, as this sample did. I suppose it may be possible to add a filter to the process after oxygenation, but then you are running the risk of some of the surviving active organisms slipping back through and into the blood stream."

"I am currently running tests to see what the organism is surviving on. We know it doesn't feed on the red blood cells, it simple destroys. If we could find something it is attracted to we may be able to synthesize a antibody that would act as shall we say camouflage until the organism had ingested it."

"We need to examine the body of the deceased." Musashi stated matter of factly. "Maybe an autopsy gives us some answers."

----> from Cryo Chamber

Walking the corridors of the ship Eric once again is filled with a sense of awe and wonder and the overwhelming sense of loneliness dissipates more and more with each person he sees. He makes his way to the medical facilities taking a more circuitous route than he probably should have. On arriving he notes that the front desk and reception area actually looks much like the one he had worked at for a few months fresh out of high school. He addresses whomever seems to be receiving folks at the minute.
"Hello, I was told by Marco that I should come here for a.. a post-cryo checkup? So here I am."
Turning about he notices the others in the room and gives a slight nod to each.

The nurse at the desk gives Eric a number, and then sends him to a booth. Soon a nurse comes to take a blood sample and give him two pills.
She then sends him on his way, ordering him to come back the second he starts feeling nauseous.

"Do we even know where this thing came from? I thought this entire place was supposed to be sterile when it launched?

Drago nodded "That is the same question that has plagued me Mr. Fischer." Drago continued flipping through details of the last tests, "The organism may have come aboard at some point and be infecting us once we leave the cryo chamber. But Miss Musashi is correct we need to perform an autopsy and see if we can gain any insights."

"I should be able to assist with the autopsy..."

Hans frowns suddenly and looks up sharply."Did the cadavers we retrieved from the bridge have any trace of this organism? We might be able to trace back to when the first infection took place..."

Drago stopped what he was doing and looked up, "Cadavers?"

Hans gives a look to Gennassi, unsure if the investigation is classified or not.

He starts slowly,almost haltingly."There were a set of dead bodies found,from what we understand they had somthing to do with our current...uh...situation...being so far of course I mean..."

He coughs and shrugs before looking at Drago"When I first did the autopsy I didn't find anything relating to...the pathogen...on the other hand,I wasn't looking for it...With your assistance Me Urzica,we can have another look through"

His eyes widen and he looks to Gennassi and says sheepishly "Uh...with your permission of course Colonel..."

"Yes, yes, granted," Genassi replies, a bit distracted. "How stupid we did not think of that earlier. Yes, please go ahead. Both the body found on the bridge and the body of Cpl. Patterson should be checked again."

He looks around the lab.
"Me and Lee Jay will continue here. There must be something we can find."

Rick looks up at Chambers. Does this kid actually know him? Does he want an autograph?
"What can I do for you."

"I am hiring for a job" Danny said simply, trying a different approach.

Hans and Drago step into the well lit sterile looking autopsy chamber, dressed in Class C Bio hazard suits.

Hans wheels in the body of Fred Green as well as the recently passed Corporal Patterson. A knot twisted in his gut as Hans stares down at the recently deceased man.

Fighting it down, he points Drago to me scanning tool and sample equipment.

"I'll begin with Patterson if that's alright with you...may be somthing that disappears from the system after a while and I'd rather not lose it."Hans shrugs "If you notice anything at all do not hesitate to stop me."

Hans breaths out deeply through his nose before making the first incision.

The moment Hans sets the blade to the chest of the corporal, he is treated to the biggest shock, the biggest scare of his life.


The man grabs his wrist, and with an effortless motion, deflects the hand with the blade, tearing the suit in the process. He shoves Hans backwards before jumping off the slab, a crazed look in glazed over eyes. A low gutteral snarl escapes his dried out blue lips as he checks his surroundings. It all takes but a moment, then he bolts for the door, crashing right through it.

"Heilige Scheiße!"Hans yells along with several other colourful phrases.

"Grab him!"Hans shouts,not sure why but he had a gut feeling having him running about wasn't a good idea.

He sprints out,leaping over the wreckage of the door and giving chase.

Drago had been beyond stunned to say the least. The dead rising and running about was legends he had grew up with in his homeland, not something he had expected to actually see. He stood in shock until Hans had yelled, turning quickly to the keyed his intercom, "Marco, lock down medical. No one in or out, we have a containment breach." He then bolted out of the room after Hans.

Patterson stormed through the hallway towards the reception area, knocking over a crash cart and the nurse pushing it before bolting into the main area. The corporal (was he Patterson? Was the Corporal in there?) then turned, facing the lone marine guarding the waiting area. People looked up in shock at the obviously deceased man, his complexion near white, several large dried wounds clearly showing all over his naked body. He darted for the main doors and out into the medical deck causeway, running at high speed towards the turbolifts.
That was all anyone could see as Marco put the facility on lockdown, keeping everyone else inside.

By the time Fisher, Urzica and Genassi reached the foyer Marco had medical securely locked, the startled marine trying to get the doors open to give chase.

People in the foyer had mostly remained calm, some not even realising what had happened at all untill the whole situation had passed. Once Genassi lifted the lockdown and sevral drones came racing through the door , followed by Jennifer Maxwell and her two security officers, that made people look up.

"There was a naked man running out the door just now," the marine guarding the door muttered. "Should we go and stop him?"

Rick looked on , amazed. He almost forgot he was having a conversation.
"Boyo, I thought our fans were crazy."

Hans,running at a dead sprint,nearly slams into the unmoving hatch.

He takes a few moments to lean against the bulkheads and catch his breath. He spins round sharply "I thought he was supposed to be dead!" He hisses to Urzica and Gennassi as the security forces file I'm behind him.

Drago slowed to a stop, several expletives going through his mind but he kept those to his self. "Colonel we need to notify the Captain and security and see if they can isolate and contain whatever the organism." Noticing Fischer's torn suit, "We also need to get Mr. Fisher checked out, as well as the rest of the Medical Bay. Hopefully the oxygen rich environment has killed any of the organism that may have escaped the quarantine room. Mr. Fisher is it just the suit that is torn and not the skin?"

"What?"Hans looks confused before bringing his arm up and seeing the tear,a fine trickle of blood runs out the suit.

His jaw clenches as his eyes widen,in the flat tone of someone restraining panic he says"Ah...Well that might be problematic..."

   Lt Maxwell arrived and put her two people on watch at the entrance of the medical section.  She addressed her two security people.  "You two stay here until Miss Nieves gets us a location where this naked man went.  I'll see if I can get us a little more information on the situation."

   She looked for Colonel Genassi or some other whitecoat to tell her just what her people are facing.

"Not sure what you mean, sir" Danny said honestly, "I'm Danny Chambers, if you're interested, you can meet me on the Rec Deck, or in my quarters" he said, giving the man written directions of both on anything nearby he could write on...

'Note to self; start having a note pad' Danny thought to himself

Richard looked at Danny, amazed because the kid clearly had no idea who he was.
"Never mind. You have a stage for me to perform on in that joint of yours?"

"In fact, I do" Danny said, "The job would also include you working there part time, for no pay" he said with a sly smile, "I hope that doesn't make the offer less intriguing in any way, just we need all the kitchen and food prep help we can get" Danny finished...

He had a good idea that the man would turn down the offer because he would have to do some honest labour, as he still remembered what happened with Mishida... popstars all seemed pretty self-absorbed by now.

Hans approaches the lieutenant shrugging off the top half of the bio hazard suit so he can inspect the cut closer.

Ah...Ma'amhe straightens up as a nurse inspects the wound with a hand scanner.

He smiles weakly.
"You seem to be chasing trouble almost as quickly as trouble is running away from you..."

In reply to Hans Fischer (msg # 245):

   Maxwell had been carrying her riot gun at port arms, ready to engage whatever threat that had set Doc G to panicking.  The brass bases of the shotgun shells in her bandolier gleamed in the bright lights of the medical section.  She relaxed just a bit.  "I'm not a Doctor, but I'm going with the assumption that an emergency security call, a fleeing naked man, and a cut protective suit means that you have a problem that taking two aspirin and coming back in the morning won't fix.  We need to know exactly what we are dealing with here."

Hans grimaces,not just from the pain of the wound either."You're not wrong lieutenant...The...man...you saw running out was Cpl Patterson,he was admitted with severe radiation poisoning,his rad suit was compromised while he was fixing the reactor..."

He lowers the tone of his voice,making his voice seem quieter."We discovered a highly virulent pathogen that proceeded to kill Cpl Patterson...or at least we thought it had untill he leapt off the slab,slashed me then crashed through the quarantine door..."

   Maxwell scowled.  This had bad day written all over it.  "Let's me see if I have this...  There is a highly contagious bug in a naked dead guy who is running around in the Marco Polo after breaking out of the containment area.  Did I miss anything?"

"He might also be radioactive..."Hans adds a bit sheepishly.

He looks hesitant,his eyes assess lieutenant Maxwell for a moment before stepping away from the nurse and closer to her,pitching his voice even lower."We also have reason to believe that nearly everyone on the ship is infected with this Pathogen...It's essentially harmless unless exposed to radiation. We're working on a cure but this has the potential to...panic people...But as the senior security officer on board I feel like you should know...I expect the Colonel will be briefing command soon anyway..."

He steps back and shrugs"So...yeah...keep away from fission reactors..."

   Maxwell looked at Fischer.  "Great.  Thanks for sharing."

   She stepped away from him and hit her comm.  "Miss Nieves, we have a highly contagious bug in a naked and possibly radioactive dead guy named Patterson who is running around the Marco Polo after breaking out of their containment area.  Please tell me that you have something."

   Maxwell needed a moment to pull up the missing Patterson's first name.  "Miss Nieves, check the military personnel files for information on a Troy Patterson.  That should give you an image to use in your search for our missing medical mystery.  We can discuss the possible existence of my sense of humor at some later time."

"Please try to take him alive, he is extremely valuable to our research," Drago adds. "Well, as alive as possible I guess."

Hans turns to the nurse scanning and binding his wound "Well? How is it?"

   Maxwell look at Drago as if he had just grown horns.  "Seriously?  You lost your infected lab rat.  He's running around the ship now.  That makes him my problem.  I don't think he's going to want to get back in his cage.  No promises."

   Maxwell activated her ship link.  "Marco, inform Major Ascott about the situation and tell him that I need additional people to deal with the fallout.  I need heavily armed troops guarding the most populated areas of the ship right now and a permanent flying squad of people to deal with this situation and the others to follow.  Also, tell him that I am expecting his call."

   The Lieutenant went to her two people.  "I'm going hunting now.  Keep this place buttoned up until more troops arrive, then join me.  Marco can tell you where I am."

To:  Recreational Deck
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Affirmative Lt. Maxwell. Major Ascott is sending troopers asap.

The nurse looked at Hans, a look of worry on her face she could not hide.
"Its just a scratch really, only a bandaid and it will be fine. I have no idea how to tell if it contaminated though."

Hans nods and breaks away,pacing back and forth for a while before breathing in through his nose then letting it out in one explosive sigh. "Alright,come with me" Walking over to an examination rooms he turns to the nurse"I need you to monitor me with all the equipment you can,heartrate,temperature,anything. If I am infected we can gather vital information and possibly syntheses a cure,If it turns out I'm not then I can get back on with my life..."

The nurse quickly hooks Fischer up on the monitors, making sure all vital signs are monitored.
"Do you want me to give you anything? A sedative?"

>> From: Cryo Chamber

The reception room of medical was rather impressive and beautiful in its minimalistic and efficent design. This was the first thing Edel noticed. The second one was the rushed atmosphere and the scared look of a few nurses. However, she ignored that impression, considering it just fruit of her being paranoid. She approached the reception desk. "Hi, I was just woken up by mistake from cryostasis. The AI told me to come here."
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"Yes, yes indeed," the nurse replied. "Please, take a seat, as you can see we are rather busy at the moment. Someone will be with you shortly."

"No...in fact bring me a datapad and everything we know of this Pathogen keep, me updated on the situation with Patterson, I want to know everything. I might as well do somthing usefull."

[From Cryo Chambers]

Raven strolled into Medical  casually examining things here and there as she goes.

"Alright loves" She said greeting everyone present.

"I think I have popped out of Cryo a little early by mistake, how do we go about gettting me put back in for the rest of the trip?" She stopped and leaned against the wall, and crossed one leg behing her leaning leg.

She thanked the nurse with a small smile and nod, taking a random seat. Worry clouded her mind. Maybe her gut was right? Maybe something was wrong in here. Just as she was resigning to a few minutes of boredom mixed with anxiety, the other woman from the cryo chambers entered. A small smile appeared onher face, but it was quickly hidden by her hair as she bowed her head again. I wish I had a gram of her confidence. She looked back up and waved with a small hint of hesitation at Raven. "Hi... Marco said you're...Raven? Did I get your name right?"

"Oh hey again" She smiled and stood up from the wall reaching out a fist in her direction holding it in front of her.

"Yep, Raven Millicent Haywood, at your service... any idea what's going on around here?"

Edel smiled back and fist bumped Raven. "I have no idea, but something is definitely off."

"For sure" She replied as she took a seat next to Edel. "Marco said he couldn't tell me what's going on because of..." She made air quotations as she said "...security protocols" She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Hopefully nothing too serious."

She sat back and lounged in the seat putting one of her feet on her other knee,

Edel giggled. "I'm sure he has a good reason. He didn't even answer a question I made." She sighed. "Maybe there's a zombie virus outbreak", she said jokingly. "Ugh, I should have watched World War Z."

"Haha maybe!" She grinned. "So where are you coming from Edel - What were your plans for when we arrived?" She fidgited a litte trying to make herself comfy in this horrible jumpsuit she'd had no choice to wear. I hope we can get more comfortable clothes to wear soon she thought.

"I'm from the Netherlands, as for my plans..." A few moments passed in silence, as she gazed at nothing in particular. "I guess I never had a specific one, just wanted to get away and help in some way or another. What about you?" She slightly tilted her head, dangling her damp and wavy bob cut hair.
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"Fair enough" She said nodding along "New beginnings and all that jazz, same for me actually I used to run a bar called The Ratchet in London, hoping to reestablish my business wherever we end up. Create a center for recreation and relaxation on the new frontier... Meet new people, make new friends.... new business acquaintances" She smiled to herself and took a moment to look around the room "looks like all our plans are on hold for the moment though"

"In London? That must have been a fun enterprise! Anyway, I'm sure our skills are needed here somehow. Pretty sure you will be a great addition to the recreational deck management", she says smiling again. However this smile fades away soon. Her eyes dart away and, after a few moments, she says softly: "I miss home."

"Yeah maybe I can open a Bar on-board, Time will tell I guess" Raven puts her arm around Edel and gives her a friendly shake and then hugs her. "I'm sorry you're home sick. But you've made one new friend already" She said grinning at her. "....That's me by the way!" She added pointing at herself with her thumb, still grinning ear to ear. "You're welcome to hang out with me whenever you need a friend."

She let her go and slumped back in her chair again. "Dos Amigos! ... Deux amis ..." She squinted and screwed up her eyes trying to think of more ways to say two friends.

"Due amici!" She announced finally... "That's it I don't have any more... oh! ... Partners in crime!" She smiled.

The fact that a dead man had just escaped medical by busting through the door of a containment room and then sprinting past security and out in to the ship was something Drago had never dreamed of when he joined the mission. It brought back all those old movies and legends from his homeland. Not bothering to take off his hazmat suit, having truthfully not even thought about it Drago followed the nurse and Hans into the examination room, "Nurse, if you please draw a vial of blood from Mr. Fisher. Close to wound and another on an opposite extremity."

Turning to Hans "I'll go check these out, hopefully the wound didn't come into contact with any of the active pathogen."

In reply to Raven Millicent Haywood (msg # 272):

The hug surprised her, physical contact wasn't something she was really used to. But her heart melted, and she hugged back. "Aww you are so sweet! Thank you Raven."  She laughed lightly at the list of different ways to say 'two friends'. "I like the sound of the last one" she replied grinning. "You can add 'twee vrienden'. That's Dutch. How many languages do you know anyway? Is that something you picked up with your job?"

"Twee vrienden" She repeated "I'll remember that" She smiled. "Partners in Crime it is... Nah I only know English. I just pick up bits and pieces of other languages. I did get a lot of foreign visitors in my bar but I made sure to hire multi-lingual staff... So are you fluent in  Dutch? I'm guessing so if you're from the Netherlands"

She watched the man in a HazMat suit go into another room and an expression of puzzlement came onto her face in the form of a frown and pursed lips That really can't be a good thing.

"Yeah Dutch is my mother tongue. Did you meet any interesting 'foreign visitor' in your career?", Edel said with a smirk. She followed Raven's eyes and managed to catch only the back of a person in a hazmat suit. "A biohazard threat. Great." She muttered. Quiet panic creeped into her voice. "Marco? Could we please know what is going on?"
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"Yeah Marco can we get two more Hazmat suits as well, If whatshisface over in there..." She said pointing to the doorway "...gets one, shouldn't we too?"

She turned back to Edel, "Yeah lot's of interesting people" She said and began to stare into space a little remembering all the people she'd once met.. she shook her head and blinked a little to free herself from the day dream. "And now you!" She continued happily.

She got up to stretch her legs and pace a little.
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He nods "Good idea,I'm a battle medic so I'm not sure how much help I'll be with the academic side of this but let me know if I can do anything from here." He lies back and buries himself in data and diagrams, attempting to busy himself anyway he can.

Colonel Walter Genassi looked around the waiting room. At least five civilians were there, and most of them looked worried. He figured he had to do something, especially since the two women were already questioning Marco for answers.
He grabbed a datapad off the front desk, checking for the names of the new entries.

"Good afternoon all," he started, his voice as soothing as possible, "My name is Walter Genassi. Colonel, retired, and now chief medical engineer. Call me doc." He gestured for all the civilians to come somewhat closer.
"Lets see, you are... Danny Chambers, Eric Whitechapel, Richard Thornby, Edel Thyssen and Raven Haywood if I am not mistaken. Mr. Chambers, you have already been seen by a nurse I believe, so has Mr. Whitechapel?"
He tapped on the dataslate a few times, nodding.
"The nurses will come for the rest of you shortly, no worries."

Genassi pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning in a bit closer so all five could hear him well.
"As you may have noticed with all those armed amrines running around, we have had a bit of an issue just now. A very sick and troubled man assaulted one of my medics, and ran out on his treatment. Because we fear he could be a threat to people we had to contact security. I'm sure Lieutenant Maxwell and her team will have things under control soon enough. Meanwhile, since we will have to wait for a moment untill we get the all clear, can I get you something to drink?"

The second Danny heard the doctor's address, his mouth went dry, and he got very anxious.... His demeanor was still kind, and soft... but slightly more nervous , and twitchy.

He laughed nervously, "I'm, uh, fine, sir." which was a lie... but he didn't want to bother the man for a drink, seemed disrespectful.

"They cleared me too," Eric replied cautious. "Can I go sir? I want to find this VanderBeek and see what quarters they assigned me." He chuckled, winking at the two ladies. "I hope its bigger than a broom closet."

"Yeah I could go for a drink, You got any rum round here?" She asked expectantly. "Maybe you can give us some more information too. Like why we're awake? Or do you have security protocols  stopping you give out relevant information too?"

The calming demeanour of the doctor did wonders with Edel's nerves, but a hum of worry stubbornly persisted. She listened closely to his report. A patient escaped containment. Was he affected with whatever illness required a biohazard suit? Now he was among other people in the ship. She zoned out, playing in her mind the possible scenarios that were to come, so when she heard the word 'broom' and saw one of the other people stuck in the waiting room wink at her, confusion completely engulfed her mind.

She looked at the others, trying to find a clue about what bits of conversation she missed, but what they were talking about did not help at all. Drinks? Brooms, winks and drinks. She decided to just smile noncommittally at the broom man. It seemed like a safe option.

As the conversation continued, Edel raised hesitantly her finger. "Excuse me doc, I have a question too. We saw a man with a biohazard suit. Could it be in any way related to the very sick patient that has escaped?"

"No, no, don't worry about that," Genassi smiled calmly. "Those two men in the biohazard suits just happened to be in the same wing of our medical department and came out to check up on what was going on. One of them, Hans, who tore his suit, he's a veteran combat medic."

Genassi paused, thoughtfully.
"I think it was his instincts taking over and him going in serve and protect mode. No, the runaway patient is no problem, other than possible agression."

"Now, to adress some of the other questions..." Doc grinned, honestly amused. "No, we do not have rum. I believe our machine over there gives coffee and tea." He shrugged.
"Concerning why you are awake... a glitch probably. Thats why most of us are awake. Its what saved the ship. The AI woke up some random people due to security protocols being hacked I believe. For what I know it still does."

He turns to Chambers and Whitechapel.
"Once security gives the all clear on this deck, we can all go on our ways. Untill then... we have coffee and tea."

"Oh, okay. Thank you sir." She nods, smiling satisfied. She wasn't entirely convinced over the coincidence of the hazmat suits, but the man definitely knew what he was talking about, so it seemed rude and paranoid to insist on the issue.

As soon as tea was mentioned, a wild crave for green tea rose from deep within her. "Tea you say?" She got up and moved to the machine, looking for her preferred drink.
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Danny never really liked tea or coffee, but was only a picky eater when he wanted to be, so he loaded a coffee with milk, cream, and sugar, and took a sip... Not great to him, but he would make himself drink the rest of it... Danny decided to head back to his quarters, and let Thornby come get him if he ever decided what he wanted...

Danny >> Danny's Quarters

The moment Danny tries to leave medical a marine stops him.
"I'm sorry sir, I can't let you through."

Raven squinted at the Doc and grumbled two herself which was largely incomprehensible except for a couple of words "Drink" & "Kriffing"

She sighed "ok, So a glitch brought us out early. Are we getting put back in for the rest of the trip? Or... Are we just making our new lives on-board now?"

"She has a good point." Said Edel, returning with a cup of tea in her hands. "I mean, how long will we have to stay here? Have we found another habitable planet? Where are we?"

"The latest news is that the Bridge found a sector of planets just a week away, with several planets in the habitational zone of it's sun. So who knows, we might be colonising very soon." Doc smiles solemnly now.
"Since Earth is most likely gone, we might be the last of humanity for all we know."
He stands up, walking to the coffee machine.

"They cannot put us back in cryo, there's not enough supplies on board to do that, and not nearly all the chemicals required for the process are available. Nope, this was a one way trip either way. We best make do with what we have I think."

A genuine smile brightened up her face as relief washed over Edel. "Only a week!? Thank you sir, the thought of staying in here for long was so bothering. Thank you again Dr. Genassi for taking your time to answer our questions, we really appreciate it."

She sighed in content. As she took her seat, she said something softly enough so that only Raven could hear her: "I guess your plans won't have to wait too long after all!"
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She nodded to Edel. "Maybe we'll see, If we're going to colonize soon it's possible that the ship itself will be incorporated into that colony. So I could possibly setup on board and not have to budge an inch once we arrive."

She paced some more, eager to get out of the Medical Facilities and begin organizing her new life.

When Danny was interrupted by the marine, he had quite a shock to say the least. He almost spilled his coffee, but managed to only slosh some around the edge of the cup..

"Oh okay sir, apologies, I must not of been paying attention" he said apologetically, returning to his seat...

He was quite nervous, and his hands were shaking by themselves...

Eventually, around 5:28 , he finished his coffee , and went to ask the nurse if there was a bathroom in the medical facility.

The nurse quickly directed Danny to the sanitary area. A few moments later one of the Marines gave the all clear for the medical deck. Only the recreational deck was off limits now.
Two more nurses soon came to collect both Edel and Raven, taking some blood and giving both a couple of pills.
"In case you start feeling nausea, or disorientation, please come back as soon as possible. For now, I suggest you get to the barracks, the mess hall there is open, and I believe we have stew tonight."

It was 5:34, Danny left medical, as it was now open, and headed to his quarters.

Danny >> Danny's Quarters

"There better be Rum in the mess!" she announced. Raven headed to the door and then turned to Edel "Hey partner, you coming for some eats?" She asked with a smile waiting to see if she'd join her or go her own way.

"Don't you want to change? These jumpsuits are quite unflattering." She looked down at her body. The fabric was cheap and it made her hips look too big. But she loved the color. The perfect shade of gray. "I'm changing before going to the mess hall."

"Change where?" Whitechapel said as he joined Raven in heading to the turbolifts. "For what I hear this Vanderbeek is supposed to tell us where we will live. I just hope they have my clothes there. This jumper is ridiculous."

Vanderbeek? Another nederlander!, Edel thought. "Then let's first stop by Vanderbeek, then head to the cargo hold where we can find our stuff." She paused. Maybe Raven must be famished. Can't say I'm not. "How hungry are you?" She said, now turning towards the woman.

"Oh..." She said Holding her arms out and looking down her body. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to sort out my quarters too I've some special needs... Probably have to catch-up with you later" she made a really over exaggerated but genuine sad face at Edel.

" Maybe we can go see him together, then eats.... Doc, any clue where this Vanderperson can be found?"
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Doc Genassi laughed.
"Marco, please locate chief morale officer Jan VanderBeek."

"CMO VanderBeek is currently in the barracks mess hall. He is on duty there untill 22.00 hours," the AI replied swiftly.

"That should answer your question I think," Genassi said with amusement in his voice.
"You can use Marco for lots of thing, but locating people is one of its functions."

"Thank you Marco!" She said cheerfully while looking up. "And thank you again sir" She added, looking at Genassi with a soft smile. Then, to Raven and Eric, "Let's go then"
--> Cargo hold

Drago took the blood samples and headed back to the lab. Running the all to familiar test to see if Hans was infected with the active pathogen or not. Drago suspected the odds were low but preferred not to take any chances.

Raven followed right behind Edel "Rock on!"

[To Cargo Hold]

Drago's equipment is quick with its answer. Fischer's blood shows no signs of activated tri-cellular organisms. They are as dormant as ever. White blood cell count however was at least ten times higher than normal, and they seemed hyperactive, attacking any and every discrepancy in the blood. Any but the triple-celled organisms that was.

***

Hans however has a discovery of his own. Despite the wound being small, it had been rather deep, but now, only an hour after he had suffered the scratch, the wound had almost healed. It seemed his body had shown a hyper-reaction to the wound, and accelerated the clotting and subsequent closing of the skin.
At this rate, in an hour there would no longer be any wound visible.

Drago eventually remembered to remove his hazmat suit as the last of the tests were concluded. Picking up one of the data pads he transferred all his findings over to it and proceeded to head back to Hans. Walking into the examination room, "Well Mr. Fisher it thankfully none of the organism is active in your system. But I did notice your white blood cells are hyperactive."

"That's not all..."He holds up his arm,showing a thin scar where there should have been an open wound. "I don't suppose you've ever seen such a fast healing rate before? Because I sure haven't...'

Looking over the thin scar where a open wound had been only a couple hours earlier "Well this will definitely take some work to explain. If I were back on Earth in my home country I could just wave it off with some ancient superstition and let the villagers burn you. But I guess we will just have to figure it out." A smile spread across Drago's face as he finished and he suppressed an laugh, "Sorry that wasn't very funny, guess I'm just a little on edge."

Hans snorts in amusement and hops off the bed.
"Well seeing as it's not going to go septic and I don't have to worry about tearing any stitches I might as well do something useful" He flexes his arm, staring at the scar"If we're assuming this is the virus at work...Which isn't that much of a leap...How far can it go? How much can it heal?"Enough to bring a dead man back to life?He thought inwardly as he followed Drago out of the room and into the med bay proper.

"Those are the very questions that we need to answer. Hopefully the answers are something we can deal with." Pacing slowly around the room as he studied the data on he datapad, "Does Genassi know about this side effect?"

Hans shrugs"Uh...No...I don't think so...we should probably tell him"
He rolls his arm, flexing and straightening it."We need some way to test it...without slashing people up with a contaminated scalpel of course..."

He leans back against the gurney as he watches Drago pace
"When the detective gets back with the Corporal hopefully we'll know more."

Medical Hazmat team to recreational please. Hazmat to recreational.

Hans looks up sharply "Is that us?" He glances at Drago"I admit to being...uh...a bit out my depth here...I'm just the footslogger whose good with a scalpel but if you need an extra set of hands for your research I'm up for it..."

Doc Genassi comes running by, limping on his left foot while trying to put the leg of a hazmat suit on the right.
"Fisher, Urzica, with me! They seem to have found our missing corporal."


Genassi to Recreational deck.

Taking a deep breath Drago quickly grab a hazmat suit and followed Genassi as he began putting on the suit. Though to be honest at this point the suits were probably useless. "Lets try not to get these ripped this time Mr. Fisher."

Hans snorts again, He was starting to like this virolagist "Why not? It's not like it comes out our paycheck" He drawls as he shucks the suit on and bolts after Gennasi.

Hans to Recreational
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[From Cryo]

Mariko walked in and took stock of her surroundings given this was her first visit to Meds. She noted the droid at the reception desk and walked over.

"Lt. Mariko Koizumi reporting as ordered following waking up from cryo."

"I'll take it from here Marco," a young doctor told the droid as she extended her hand to Mariko in greeting.
"Dr. Addison Connolly," she smiled softly. "If you will follow me to exam room 8 I'll get a quick bloodsample, give you your shots, and a few pills, and you can be on your way."

Mariko returned the handshake and followed the Doctor. "What's going on, Doc? I'm awake over a century late and we're still 70 light years from our destination?

"Please tell me you have some good news to offer."

Addison led Mariko to the exam room and sat her on the bed, gathering some syringes.
"I wish I had better news, but no, we didn't fall 70 lightyears short."
She jabbed the needle in, drawing a small vial of blood.
"I don't have all that much information myself, we only woke up yesterday. The ship's engines malfunctioned, causing the AI to wake up people to fix it. Random people, because someone hacked the systems when we were at Aplha Centauri. One of them was an engineer, Dr. Cornell, and he managed to direct several others in the repairs. Thank god for that by the way, or we would all have been dead by now. Concerning your questions though... We were sent away from Alpha Centauri by an unknown group of terrorists, and are now in the middle of nowhere, nearly 80 lightyears from earth. If earth is still there that is. The ship AI is still gathering information on the fate of the planet, but what we know you can look up in your appartment later. You are a pilot I believe? That will mean your cabin is in the barracks section."
Withdrawing the needle she put a bandaid on the pinpoint wound, then handed Mariko two pills.
"Take these, and if you feel any nausea, come back at once. You should be fine though, Cryo disorientation usually last only a few hours."

"So there are people at Alpha Centauri which means some of the ships made it but, for unknown reasons, they hacked us and now we're 10 light years fro there, traveling away at 0.8c and no one has any idea where we're going. I did ask for good news, as I recall."

Mariko swallows the pills and hops down off the exam table.

"Thanks Doc. I'm going to get presentable and report to the Bridge to see the Captain."

She heads off and heads for...

------> The Barracks

As the medical facility slowly calms down, and most crew have finally gotten their check ups, Addison finds a moment to wind down herself. SHutting down the medical droid at the reception desk for a while, she takes the seat herself, scanning through the records and waiting on what is to come.
She hopes Genassi, Fisher, Urzica and nurse Miller are okay in Recreational, going over her actions treating Patterson again. There was nothing she could have done differently. Nothing she should have done differently. No man ever died that quickly , and in such a gruesome way, from a simple radiation poisoning...

Cryo chambers--->

Appigan arrives moving with a fast paced toward the facility. He is wearing the grey jumpsuit of the recent unfrozen. His head is on a swivel scanning the side doors, floors and area to get an idea of any recent activity.

He notices the woman, Addison, at the desk with the reception droid turned off. He strides toward but steers to the side of the desk. His tone was edgy.

"Appigan, Medic. Just unthawed. What happened to the droid?"

His head tilted to be sure to watch the lady's hands.

"Turned it off. Its rather quiet now, so I run the desk myself at the moment. Addison Connolly. Doctor Addison Connolly. Appigan you say?" She checks her datapad. "Ah, here we are. Appigan, G. Canada. Welcome aboard the Polo. Follow me, Iĺl get a blood sample and give you some Sodium-Iodine pills to help your body cope with post cryo. Once that's done, go to the barracks mess hall for some food. I'm sure Major Ascott will look you up later to assign you a post."

Appigan goes along with the request heading over for a blood sample. He is watching her closely to see if she has the skills she should.

"Doctor. Pardon my wariness. We woke up in singles. A fellow Jack woke too," he says, "Pardon my French, what in the name of Mother Hubbard's Cupboard happened? Whose in command? Did we have live crew die in an accident?"

Studied hands quickly draw a vail of blood without Appigan even feeling as much as a pinprick. Connoly shrugs.
"Marco woke a few of us up yesterday morning, after a contingency plan kicked in that most probably saved our lives. We reached Alpha Centauri, 115 years ago."
She paused to let that news setttle in.
"While there, a hack in the AI programming caused only a predetermined four people to wake up. They took over the ship, stole some stuff and a shuttle craft, and sent us on our way to a black hole. We probably would all have died if one of the fusion storage containers had not been full. Because of this MArco woke up what it thought was the engine crew. Due to the hack, it was just random people. Luckily one of them was a civil engineer that knows a thing or two about fusion engines. I was amongst those few to be woken up. So was Cpl. Patterson. We lost him today. A good man died to radiation poisoning..." For a while she stares in the distance, fighting to hold back tears. Then she manned up.
Storing the vail she handed Appigan his pills. "Take these, and come back if you feel nausea or disorientation. For more information, ask either Major Ascott or the Captain. The investigation is still in full swing."

Appigan listens intently. His eyes grew wide at the excessive century. His face then tightening at the mention of mutiny.

"To be honest sound like they had things started before we launched. A release delay with the saboteurs as a backup. Pre-launch we talked alot about possible scenarios. I was mighty pissed when I woke up like I did. Not because you did anything wrong. More that a lot had to have gone wrong.

The good news is we are alive. You are alive. The ship sounds like it is back under legal authority. Hey you did good. Remember as medicals we didn't cause the injuries that led to death. We are just a chance to reverse it."

He took the pills.

"Hey, as a suggestion you might want to auto-run status checks on the cryo bays or ask security to alert you if motion sensors are activity. Both would be signs of others waking up."

Sliding off the examination bed he starts to leave the looks over his shoulder.

"Suppose I should advise you too. I'm a combat medic. Battle field trauma experienced. Plus I was checked out on shuttle flights to run ambulances or cargo runs. I expect you and I will be meeting up. After I sort out with the marines, Major Ascott you said, I'll try to get some time to come back here and help you with inventory."


Listening for any reply he heads out.

--->Barracks

<---Cryo Chambers

Lisa followed the little orange arrows to the medical facilities. It wasn't that hard to find. The structure of the ship, she imagined, had to make a certain amount of sense. She'd study the layout later. But for now, she knew she had to get checked out. She'd been asleep for over a hundred years, wasn't it? Probably a little overdue for a checkout.

She stepped inside, noting the medical droid at the desk and the general hospital-feel of the place. Well, they got that general unpleasantness right at least. "Hello. I just came out of stasis and need to get my post-freeze checkup. My name is Lisa Sky." Lisa figured that just addressing the droid and giving that relevant information should get her going in the right direction.

Addison sat back at the front desk, actually enjoying the quiet hours for a while. Besides Appigan she had had few arrivals, and so far she liked it that way. It was a lot different from that morning, when nearly 500 soldiers had been woken up and in need of check-ups.
Maybe the Polo would find some peace now.

Then she heard the ship intercomm.

CS-3? Found? Was anyone alive still? Could they be?
After all, Addison had survived 115 years in cryo, maybe the people on Vasco DaGama had done so too?
Could it be? Could her dad still be alive?

The woman standing in front of her startled her a bit, dragging her away from her thoughts.

"Oh hello Lisa. I'm doctor Addison Connolly. I'll get you sorted out in no time. If you would follow me please, we will do some bloodwork and I'll get you a couple pills to counter the cryo toxins, and you are good to go."

She lead Lisa to exam room 2. Somehow instinctively she kept avoiding room 1. Thats where Patterson had been. Poor Patterson.

Lisa followed the doctor to the examination room and found herself a seat on the adjustable table/seat thing that doctors always had in these rooms. The tall woman waited for the doctor to begin, and wouldn't really react to the needle, pretty much unphased by it.

"So, I know when are we. But where are we now? Have we started colonizing yet? I'll admit I'm still not terribly up on what the status of things are. Mostly that I just woke up and the AI told me to come here to get checked out."

"I believe not even the bridge knows exactly where we are. Some things went terribly wrong when we reached Alpha Centauri 115 years ago. The ship was Hijacked, and we were sent towards a black hole. We are lucky to have been woken up at all."
Addison sighed. She really needed to contact the bridge. Her dad could very well be out there on the DaGama. Maybe, just maybe, alive even.

"For all we know Earth may be gone, there has not been any contact since 2043 or so..."

Hijacked and sent towards a black hole? Yeah, they were lucky to be around to be woken up. Lisa nodded to the woman as she explained what had transpired. That sigh didn't go unnoticed though. "Are you alright there, Doctor Addison? You seem a little distracted." Lisa hadn't yet been stabbed with the needle yet for bloodwork and doctors always loved stabbing their patients.

"Hopefully Earth is still around, but knowing how government redundancies are, I'm surprised we haven't gotten at least a ping since then. I suppose it's possible the equipment was destroyed. It's all pretty speculative though, isn't it?"

"Yeah every now and then Marco manages to filter some messages. It's all posted on the ship's internal network, but so far nothing from later than 2044. They say its the distance too, that messages take time to reach us."

Following a routine she had practiced all day long Addison drew a vial of blood from Lisa, then gave her two pills. "Take these, they counteract any side effects of the cryo. if you start feeling disoriented or nauseous, come back at once. My advice is to get some food in you now. Your body has been dormant for 115 years, some fresh fuel will work."

She figured she needed to follow her own advice too as her stomach growled. Yet food had to wait. She really needed to talk to the captain, or Ascott. If there was a chance dad was out there, they needed to know.
"I need to take care of something now," she excused herself. "I'm sure we will see each other again soon enough."

"That was my next stop," Lisa said as she took the two pills, looked at them, and popped them into her mouth, swallowing them. She expected that the vial would show she was still quite healthy. She'd always had a strong constitution. "Thanks, Doctor Connolly. I'll see you around." She paused briefly. "Oh, one question. Where does one actually get food around here anyway? Is it a sort of lunchroom thing, or is it only the onboard restaurants they talked about before launch?"

"Neither," Addison laughed. "Our haute cuisine is the barracks mess hall. Untill the recreational deck has enough awake civilians to become operational, we are mostly stuck with soldier food."

"Got it. Off to the mess then." And with that, Lisa turned and exited the medical area to go get herself something to eat.

It was called the mess, right?

-->Barracks Section

---> From Recreation Deck

Drago lead the medics quietly into medical and straight to a containment room "Put him on the table and make sure he is securely restrained."

Tapping some things into the computer Drago spoke with Marco, "Marco, who is in charge of engineering? We may need to improve the restraints and containment."

Hans enters and heads straight to the decontamination showers to get out of his Hazmat suit.
When the body of Cpl Patterson enters he speaks to the orderlies"I agree,Get him into an examination theatre...the one that isn't ruined of course...Are you assigned to us for the duration?" He asks the guards.
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"Major Ascott has ordered a two guard detachment to stay with the body at all times sir," one of the marines replied as the HAZMAT team tied Patterson down on the autopsy slab. Using three extra straps they made sure he was tightly secured.

"Chief of engineering is Stephen Cornell," M4RC0 replied to Dragoslav.

The two marines took up positions near the doors, their weapons readied.

"So uh...Drago...What's the plan? I can try and cut him open again but I would like a somthing a little more concrete before we do..."

"Wish I knew what was the correct course of action but at the moment all I have are a bunch of possibilities. First I would like to get Mr. Cornell up here to see about reinforcing this room and those restraints. Would prefer not have a repeat of earlier."

Drago began reading equipment, "As for the rest, let me run some things by you and get your input and hopefully Genassi's and anyone else he can bring to the table."

Hans nods,rubbing he eyes with the palm of his hand.
"Right,Sure...Okay...So we know that everyone is infected with this virus right? But it only becomes active AFTER exposed to a significant amount of radiation...and can appear to heal wounded tissue at a highly accelerated rate,including bringing a person back from the dead...Is that about it?"

He was slowly waking up. That much he knew. But where was he? Why was he so cold? And naked, why the hell was he naked? He tried moving, but failed. Restrained. Was he restrained? Why?
He heard voices. Unfamiliar, but the language he understood. There was someone with him. No, more than one person. He needed to get up. Try damnit, try Troy!

A loud bang. A sudden sharp pain. Then darkness again.

A shot rang out.

One of the marines at the door stepped forward, his SA-80X shouldered, the barrel smoking.
He had just shot the corpse of Cpl. Patterson, and now slowly approached it.
"Stand back sirs," he ordered Fisher and Urzica as he poked the body with his gunbarrel. The other marine raised his weapon too, to cover his teammate.
"What the hell Tyler, why dio you fire?" the second marine asked.

"He moved. I swear to god, he moved."

Flinching at the sound of shot Hans has to bite off the urge to shout at the soldier.
"I must be more twitchy than I thought"he bemoaned inwardly as he strides up to the glass of the examination room and observing the corpse of Cpl Patterson.

Yup...Still a corpse

"Goddamnit! The hell did Gennesi want from him? He wasn't even a proper doctor,he was a groubdpounder with delusions of grandeur!"

Sighing,Hans traces his fingers over the observation equipment display,not exactly expecting to find anything even as he checked Patterson's vitals (or lack thereof) for anything out of the ordinary.

Hans discovers that just before the soldier shot the corpse, it had three heartbeats... just three, then the gun stopped the heart again...

Drago jumps as the shot goes off, dropping the wires and monitor cables he had been holding.

Stepping back Drago looked over the monitors, "Marco ask Mister Cornell if he could join us. I would like to make sure the restraints will be effective."

Again moving forward Drago picked up the cables, "Gentlemen if you would keep a close eye on the corpse. I need to attach these cables."

Drago quickly begins attaching the cables from the computer. "We need to begin a deep brain scan looking for any signs of activity."

As Drago attaches the monitors, Hans squints at the consoles,attempting to discern any kind of meaning from the readings he's getting.

"Hey...Uh...Drago...before...Tyler pinged the corpse...it had...quite a few heartbeats..."

Dragos frown deepened as he thought about this new bit of information with everything hooked up and connected he began running every conceivable test he could think of starting with a brain scan. "That's even more troubling. I your opinion Hans why did Patterson head to the freezer?"

Hans shrugs "Perhaps the cold? Perhaps somthing in the fridge that it wanted, Maybe it was just ran where it was chased?"He massages one of his eyes with the palm of his hand and grimaces"I really don't know"

"It was just laying there when we arrived," Genassi thought out loud. "Didn't do anything. We put him on the slab here, and it starts moving again..." He paced up and down the lab, trying to figure out what they were missing.
"Marco, lower temperature in the lab to minus one degree celcius please."
He then turns to Drago and Hans.
"Lets see what happens if we cool it down. What's the corporal's temperature at the moment? Lets get some cold in here gradually. We can crank up the internal heaters of our hazmat suits if need be..."

Hans watches the display and relays back the temperature drop while monitoring the Corporals vitals. "2 °C,-1 °C,-5°C"
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Drago kept a close eye on the monitors also watching for any signs of activity on the EEG or any of the others.

According to the monitors the triple celled organisms start to become more active when temperatures reach -5 and lower, ever increasing activity with every degree in drop.
The corporal himself shows no signs of human life. The more he cools down, the more the alien cells take over.
The body on the slab remains motionless, however activity on a cellular level steadily increases...

>> From Cryo Chamber >>

If Sasha could have slammed door to medical open she would have. As it was she simply stomped up to the reception desk and slammed her hands down on it. "Someone needs to sort out your compassion matrix Marco. Preferably with a big hammer." She grunted and closed her eyes to fend off a wave of dizziness. She'd moved to much to fast and her body was not happy with it. Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly trying to keep from passing out. She really hoped this was a side effect of cryo and not caused by the pregnancy cause weeks on end of feeling this this did not seem like a fun future.