Silviene laughs,

"I see your point, but those are good ideas."

At first Shard politely looks at each speaker, but just after the Doctors first comment, both of Shards antennae turn to point back over his right shoulder -- and he quietly slips into what Humans call a "thousand yard stare" -- for several moments.

Just as suddenly, Shard seems to give himself a little shake, and he looks from Silviene to Sergei with an apologetic grin,

"I'm sorry. I was following what you were saying, but I thought I overheard an argument starting up, out in the corridor -- turned out to be a pair of engineers doing some good-natured ribbing getting a little loud."

"So.  While I basically agree with both of you, I don't think we should jump right into combat scenarios.  Our focus here, as the Doctor has said..." Shard nods to Sergei, "...is first to establish protocols for our people to work together under stress, not just to shoot at the same targets.  Perhaps a series of search-and-rescue scenarios in a variety of environments, including aboard damaged ships both with, and without, atmosphere."

"As for the three of us, I assume that each of us, individually, is competent at our jobs, so where we need to focus is our ability to understand the needs and methods of commanding each others personnel.  My belief is that we start this process by collectively observing and critiquing each others people, then we review each others reviews, pointing out where we might have been too easy or too hard on someone, or where we might have given a comment without taking some departmental factor we are unaware of into account."

"For example, I might be too harsh in marking down a Medic for being to slow to pull a weapon in defense of himself; whereas you, Doctor, would point out that the Medic is trained with that silly Ancient Human dogma -- the one about not hurting people?"

"Anyway, as you can see, my point is that, as a Security Officer -- and an Andorian -- I would tend to downplay a Medic's training not to hurt people as a weakness, whereas you, Doctor, would likely consider it a strength.  Commander Felis...actually, I'm not sure where you'd decide in this example.  But!  We need to address these differences in our command thinking, before I start sending your people into the grinder, or you start telling my people to hold their fire in the face of overt threats.  And they all need to know that we are aware of their concerns, and that we've worked it out between us."

Believing he sees some sign of reluctance on the part of Silviene, Shard asks her, "First Staff assignment, Commander Felis?", Shard smiles, "Well then, welcome to the PADD-Pushers Club.  You can forget any hopes of spending long, exciting hours exploring beneath exotic alien suns.  Your job now is to push data and send younger, lowly Junior Officers out to have all the fun!"

Silviene twitches her ear at Vinzz' assessment of her roll on board, but speaks mildly when forming her response.

"I think your Ideas for training our subordinates is a brilliant Idea, and we as bridge officers and heads of our respective departments will have to turn in performance reviews anyway, and this will give us a practical starting point. As to the three of us here being competent, while I assume that is true but it does not take into account how we would work together or as you said what personal belief or personality clashes might be like. My people treat their shipmates as if they were our clan. However I Need to build a bond with my crewmates to achieve an honorable and trusting link with those clanmates. As to weather or not I will ever go on an away mission or be delegating that responsibility, that is for the captain to decide and I am sure specialized skills would be taken into account."

In reply to Silviene Felis (msg # 65):

Shard shrugged, "Fair enough." he responded.

"For now, since the Mongoose is only a few hours away from where Commander T'Shran reported the attack on the USS Catspaw, let's have the computer create six-person training teams - two Tactical, two Medical and two Security - at first based on personality compatibility. Later we can juggle the teams to incorporate interpersonal stressors into the equation."

"Once we've cleared the conflict area and headed into the Expanse, we can set up a schedule and begin the training routine." Shard made a few entries onto his PADD.

As he typed, his PADD made a quiet, repetitive 'ping-ping' sound.

"Ah.  Duty calls.  I have to join my Assistant CSO and make an inspection of all the weapon lockers aboard to make sure they are properly equipped and charged." Shard nods to each of his companions, "Comanders.  I usually eat dinner at nineteen-hundred hours in The Burrow, if either of you would care to discuss this more."
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Silviene nods to Vinzz.

"I should head to the bridge myself in case that shadow turns out to be something sinister."

His mouth tightened slightly as Shard refers to the Hippocratic Oath as "silly Ancient Human dogma"  but he relaxed as he continued.
"I agree, that sounds like an excellent way to begin training. Let's continue the discussion over dinner tonight. My place is here in case there are any survivors."

"La ci darem la mano,La mi dirai di sì: Vedi, non è lontano, Partiam, ben mio, da qui." The frowned as he sang pitch perfect.
Jillian rested a hand on her collar, pouring her heart into the Mozart opera. "Vorrei e non vorrei,Mi trema un poco il cor,Felice, è ver, sarei,Ma può burlarmi ancor!"
"Vieni, mio bel diletto!" The hologram responded.
"You're going to have to put some feeling into, I feed off my partner's emotions when I sing a duet."
"I'm a doctor not a performing monkey," the hologram said sardonically.
"I never work with animals, they're too unpredictable, but you need to put some heart into it. The holograms on the holodeck never give me this grief."
"Surely you can't begin to compare me to those brainless photons."
"It's Dr. Svensson. Now computer let's pick it up at the second movement. Now begin..." she looked at the EMH who reluctantly complied.

"Mind the store, I'll be at the Burrow for a few minutes."
"Why don't you just deactivate me?" the EMH asked.
"Sing Do-Ri-Me with feeling. Like I had you watch in that movie from ancient Earth."
"I would need a sick bay full of cheerful children to do that."
"I'm sure you can manage as a solo act for a few rounds."

--->to the Mound
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Jillian's list of medications and instruments   http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Medical_equipment

Jillian strode through the medical bay door, snatching up a medical tricorder on the way to the bio bed that held her patient. Looking him over, she lifted the tricorder's scanner to begin her assessment. As it chimed and beeped, feeding data to the tricorder's computer, she spoke to him. "Hello Napex, I'm here to help you, can you tell me what happened and what you're experiencing?" 
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Napax can't reply to Jillian as he's in acute respiratory distress... wheezing, having difficulty breathing.

The symptoms are consistent with Ferengi sarcoidosis.

Jillian turned to the nurse. "Tens CC's of Terbutaline please." She turned back to the Ferrengi and leaned in slightly, "We'll get your breathing easier then we'll take care of the inflammation." She accepted the hypospray, double checked the drug and strength,before pressing it to her patient's neck. The device released the drug with a soft hiss. Picking up her tricorder she monitored its effect.
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With Sergei on the Away Team, Jillian was now the acting CMO. She was also the resident doctor on rotation at the moment.

Terbutaline was a 'controlled' substance, so even if Nurse Brackett had correctly identified the Ferengi's condition and the treatment, which wasn't likely as, according to her records, she had no experience with Ferengi, she wouldn't have been allowed to prescribe or administer the drug.

She could have consulted the computer, or even activated the EMH, but as long as there were superior officers on board, her priority was to contact them.

The drug takes about 30 seconds to circulate into the lungs where it starts to have an instant result. Napax's breathing begins to improve.

Jillian regarded him with a sense of inner relief. "Can you tell me what happened? Were you exposed to something that triggered this inflammation or is it a chronic condition that can affect you without warning?"

==> From USS Mongoose - Bridge
Anther walks in and stays out of the way while they work, though he observes the interaction. grabbing the arm of a nearby nurse that was not directly working on Napax he asked, "What has happened?"

"I... don't... know..." Napax manages to gasp out.

"Just... happened... suddenly..."

Jillian hovered at her patient's bedside.  "Try to relax. Where were you when it happened? I'll check the computer logs of internal sensors and run some scans myself. If there's an issue here aboard the ship, I want to nip it in the bud."

"I was in my quarters... sleeping," Napax replies. "I had been in my office when I got started experiencing a headache."

"I had no patients at the moment, so I decided to lie down in my quarters. As I did so, I began hearing... noises at first. I thought it was the headache affecting my ears. But, then, the noise turned to voices... or so I thought."

"That's all I remember until I woke up and I couldn't breathe."

Jillian turned to the captain. "Sir we may have an intruder aboard, I recommend a sensor sweep and security inspect Napax's office and quarters." She looked back to the Ferrengi, "Try to relax, I'm going to do a molecular scan. Do you remember anything about the voices? The words? The language? Any other sounds?"

Anther tapped his communicator. and said, "Captain to security! Possible intruder aboard. Runs enhanced scans to see if you can find them."

Enhanced internal scans are run on the ship, and come back negative.

Jack returns the captain's comm shortly.

"Sensors aren't detecting any sign of intruders or stowaways, Captain," he reports. "All crew are accounted for."

Anther acknowledges the check and looks at Doctor Svensson. "What could cause this other than an intruder. I thought Ferengi were immune to psychic manipulation."

"Language? Ferengi, I think, but maybe Fedspeak... translated?" Napax replies finally, as he appeared to have nodded off.

"Yes, there were other sounds... a ringing for a bit, then a clicking, and then a buzzing. I... thought it was other languages that weren't being translated."

As the communication came to him Anther sighed. It never snows but blizzards. He thought to himself. "Doctor keep me posted. I need to get back to the bridge."

As he headed out of the sickbay, he responded to the bridge. "On my way. See if you can raise the away team."

He headed to the bridge at a quick step.

While the initial symptoms were consistent with Ferengi sarcoidosis, these new 'symptoms' forced Jillian to rethink her first diagnosis.

She could not recall any medical condition that would produce both results. The main problem Federation doctors had with treating other species is that no other species, except the Vulcans, were as advanced in the medical sciences as the Federation. The Klingons, for instance, took a disease as a sign of weakness and therefore never bothered trying to treat it. If you recovered on your own, then that indicated you were strong. It was only in the last hundred years that the Klingons' contact with the Federation made them realize that diseases could be a weapon. That the Klingons understood.

After delving into the Federation data-banks, Jillian found a possibly related virus--the aphasia virus. Or, more precisely, a variation on it--transmetaphasia. Sometimes also know as sensory aphasia, and a variation of misophonia (synesthia), it means that Napax may have been hearing colors.

His sarcoidosis may have been triggered by his brain translating REM into pulmonary distress.