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