Star Trek: Frontiers.

[poohlive]

Doctor quickly set up tricorder readings, scanning breifly for the creature's behavoir. He hadn't quite placed the class yet, his records knew nothing of who or what it was.
He would have to cross reference with medical evidence from the starfleet records. There would be something in there.
He crossed through the shield, remarking the being's slow breath. He put a medical recorder on what appeared to be his temple, before beginning to do a complete scan on the internal organs. The brain he would do a more thorough search later. That would be a whole complex system in and of itself.
He heard other officers coming into the room, and an attempt by the science officer to begin fruitless scans on things completely out of order.
He looked at the man sternly, well as sternly as a hologram can look at the vulcan.
"Captain, since I am the only acting medical officer on this ship, I'll ask that we keep personel here to a mere minimun. Until I complete all my scans and finish with the analysis, I can not determine if this creature poses a threat to the rest of the crew," he half glanced to the security officers and Savok, "If this blue thing starts biting and scratching, it won't affect me, but it will might hurt or even kill some of the other humanoid officers."

 

[Inkubus]

Captain Emerson

"Forgive me Doctor but if theres one thing those years onboard science vessels taught me is that you dont get many chances with unknown phenomena. I at least have to allow our science Officer and our counsellor access, and if they are here than that warrants Bens attendance. But I can see your point about minimizing contact...Ben, have the security team stand outside either you or your choice of security officer will stay inside at all times. As he listend to Savoks theories he agreed. Just as he was getting ready to call for her. Septana's voice cut in "Captain Emerson? Councelor Gor. I need to speak with you immediately." The Captain raised an eyebrow in a motion that clearly showed he was spending to much time listening to Savok. "Counselor please proceed to med bay 2 your skills are needed here and you can elaborate on your inquiry"

 

[True_Life]

Stone watched as the Ferengi approached the doors to sick bay. As he began to walk to the doors, Stone challanged him:

"On minute Lieutanant. I can't let you in there right now."

Stone listened as the Ferengi began to protest, mentioning something about some kind of flu and needing to see the doctor, but it all was a lost on Stone.

"Sorry Lieutanant. I'm under strict orders not to let anyone in without the Captian's permission. The alien could have a virus or something they don't want spread through the ship. Give me a moment and I'll see if they will let you in."

Stone tapped his com badge. "Captian, sorry to bother you but, Lieutenat Denoitnem is here and wishes to see the doctor...."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Lt. Denoitnem:

Unfortunately for me, I am going the wrong way down a one-way road. As I enter sickbay, a mass of men and women clothed in yellow walk out. Somehow, I wind up looking at the turbolift doors again and wondering how I had managed to get turned around.

Turning around in a nonchalant manner, I again walk up to the sickbay doors. Before they open, a security officer on a power trip asks me not to visit the doctor right now. My lobes throb painfully, and I ignore him, walking into the room.

"Computer activate Emer...." I look around the room and see Captain Emerson and the Vulcan. This Ferengi hates Vulcans. More interesting than the Vulcan or my captain is what the doctor is doing: scanning an unusual looking alien.

"Captain, you look wonderful today," I remark, remembering the thirty-third rule of aquisition (It never hurts to suck up to the boss.). "I am sorry to interrupt; but, my lobes itch terribly and throb with constant pain. I fear that I may have AzNeulfni, the Ferengi Flu.

"So Doctor," looking past the forcefield, "where did you put that syrup--err serum--you told me about?"

Then, I think to myself that maybe this is the time when my Starfleet training may be helpful. How odd it will be if I use my training without profit. Since I spent two years studying medicine at LWD before going to Starfleet Academy, and since I have been working with the doctor since the ship had been commissioned, I knew that perhaps I should volunteer my services to aid the doctor.

"Doctor," I continue meekly, "if you'd like, I can help you with your scans and with analysis: since nobody else in here is trained with any medical background. Except you, of course." I pause for effect and then my lobes start to itch, "Of course, I would love to get my hands on some of that syrup first--I mean serum."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Ben

When I heard Science Officer Savok mention the Borg, I lowered my eyes, feeling less like a being then like furniture, some object that is just there and has no feeling. While my own feelings are only slowly returning, I still feel a twinge of self-consciousness and shame. This feeling was broken a few moments later, when the door to Med Bay 2 opened suddenly.
THe Ferengi entered without warning, wandering in and not seeming to notice Stone following closely behind him, a protest already on his lips and one hand reaching out to the man. I raise one hand and Stone settles, waiting behind Denoitnem as he begins to explain how he isn't feeling well and needs some sort of medication. HE sees the lifeform then and offers to help out with the medical proceedings.
I step forward, standing between the Ferengi and the others in the room and turn to face the Captain.
"Captain, I believe that your suggestion is for the best...if Sciene Officer Savok and Counselor Gor will be present to study the being, then any further prescence save for Security purposes poses too much danger to the crew. Further more, Captain, I wish to have at least on additional officer present at all times within the Med Bay, if that is at all possible..."
I glance behind me, debating suggesting Stone remain, then decide against it...Stone has an excellent resume, but something bothers me about his past dealings with a former Captain. Also, I've noticed he looks at me with a colder stare than many of the other personel. Being a Borg I haven't been met with much positive reception, and in fact have many times been acted upon violently, but Stone has his own negativity about him at times. I wonder if he has had experiences with the Borg in the past, or if he merely feels spite over not having recieved the Chief Security job himself.
I think of Stone for a moment, feeling that he has not erred in letting the Ferengi enter, but that I have for not imposing a lock on the Bay doors.
"Further, Captain, I am imposing a temporary lock on the door to this Med Bay as soon as the issue of who will remain present has been resolved."

 

[Ravenloft]

Alien:

Settled into a deep sleep, the alien began to dream. In his dream he saw a single tower, built without doors or windows. His vision of it seemed to sweep toward and around the structure as it began to shake and crumble from its very foundations. Somehow he knew it was his home, and that he was losing it, losing it forever. The scene began to grow distant, as though he was being pulled away from it, until the building, or what was left of it was just a cloud of grey against black.

As he lay on the examination table, the alien tossed his head about, mumbling something incoherent, then calmed again, for the moment. Only his lips moved, twitching ever so slightly as he continued to sleep.

 

[Honey_B]

Councelor Gor

Septana waited, flipping her father's daqtagh in impatience. Emerson responded and Septana caught the dagger by the blade and set it on a shelf.

"Acknowledged, Captain."

The words, clipped and efficient did not reveal the inner turmoil of Septana.

She walked purposefully to the turbolift. Despite her intense response to the alien presence, she felt excited. This was Septana's favorite part of her job, assisting her Captain with analysis of alien lifeforms. It certainly beat listening to a Ferengi crew memeber's sexual frustrations.

 

[Cryo]

"Ok rock, your shift's up. go get some rest"

"It's about time" said Ensign Rock, yawning. "How long is the captain gonna keep us here in the middle of nowhere?"

"As long as he wants. now go to your quarters." Well Mike wasn't about to get some sleep just yet. he hadn't even eaten in 12 hours. Taking an intentional wrong turn out of the turbolift, he made his way to 10-foward.

There was a small crowd about of crewmembers, sitting around and chatting. He ignored them, as they were all nameless faces who would probably die on some mission. Mike instead went to the bar.

"What can I get you?" asked the lady behind the bar (sorry, don't know your name yet).

"Hm? oh, I'll have a zirkadian cajiun sirloin and some Klingon bloodspit."

"You sure? that's some strong stuff!"

"yah, well it's been a long day. might help me sleep." he said. While he waited those few seconds for the replicator, he looked around the room. Almost everyone had a worried look on their face. they were all talking about some blue skinned alean in the sick bay. "Do you think it's dangerous?..." "I hear it came from a pod from outside!..." "what is the captain going to do with it..." that sorta thing. Rock ignored it for the time being. He didn't care about some first contact bullshit. he just wanted to do his time and get back to good 'ol Earth.

 

[True_Life]

'No respect.' The thought crossed Stones mind as he stood and watched the other crewmembers mill about around the alien. "If there will be nothing futher, I'll return to my post." He stated as he turned on his heels and headed out. "Just let me know who else to let in when you decide." Stone took his position back outside the door and let it slide close behind him.
'I'll lock the bastard this time. That damn Ferengi, made me look bad.' Stone silently cursed to himself. 'Now, I'm taking order from a Borg? What is StarFleet coming to? Never delt with one before, but there is ethics to consider. First, effin' andriods, now Borgs. What's next? Completely computer controlled ships? Women, nothing but women run this damn thing now.'
Stones thoughts drifted off as he stood at his post. He watched a young women walk by dressed in a science uniform, the way she moved caused him to smile. 'That's better. Look pretty and take orders. That's the way they all should be.' But he didn't have time for such things, no, he was to busy gaurding the sickbay entrance. So mundane. This duty sucked.

 

[AmenRa]

Savok

Savok looked at the hologram indifferently. The EMH's requests were highly logical, but fortunately, his captain relied on human "gut instinct" for some decisions. While this was not proper protocol, and certainly beyond a Vulcan's capacity, it did very well have its merits.

Savok noticed the admittance of the Ferengi. Now was not the time for him to be allowed in sickbay. The flu could wait. It was not logical.

Fortunately, Savok also heard Emerson's communicator signal that Septana was enroute. Savok knew that she would definitely be of help. The being seemed to be sleeping now. Savok wondered curiously if he should attempt a mind-meld. It would not be logical to do so with so many in the room at this time, however. He would wait for Septana to arrive before suggesting the procedure. She had assisted in mind-melds before, as well as having been a participant. Savok still retained some of her emotional outpouring from that meld. What interested him the most was her sexuality. Vulcans did not choose to express sexual feelings until the time of pon-farr, although it was common knowledge that they had sexual relations with their mates frequently. It was quite logical.

Savok turned again to examine the blue skinned creature. He saw that the EMH was busy running the same diagnostic program that he had ran two minutes ago. Savok decided, rather quickly, that the Emergency Medical Hologram was not logical.

Savok heard that ship comm system activate. "Captain Emerson, this is the bridge."

"Go ahead," Emerson replied.

"Sir, coded message from Starfleet Command. The Cardassians have attacked locations along the frontier. They want to know our ETA, sir."

Emerson looked at Savok. The Vulcan spoke quickly. "Sir, according to Starfleet General Orders, this classifies as a First Contact situation. It does have precedence."

 

[bobo_daclown]

I look at the captain and the vulcan. They seem to be ignoring me, interested in that alien when they should be on the bridge, running the damn ship.

The doctor, who should be tending to my needs, is also so engrossed in his work that he apparently does not hear my simple request. I start to access the computer console in the center of sickbay. The computer sends the formula to the replicator and from that small hollow, a hypospray materializes. I take the hypospray and press it against my shoulder. The relief comes immediately.

"So, Doctor? Do you need me here, or should I continue my lovely card game?" Only after the sentence exits my mouth do I drop my grin and remember my foul hand.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: AmenRa, you control my character one more time, and I'll control yours right off the ship. It's a huge pet peeve of mine... you're writing for Savok, not the Doctor. Let's keep it at that.



Doctor leaned back, seeing Lieutenant Denoitnem come in with signs of a headache. He picked up a tricorder, examining the Ferengi.
Same trophic levels as last time. He picked up a hypospray.
"This should do it for now. The syrum won't be ready for a couple of hours. As you can see, I'm already in the middle of something."
He went back inside the force field, his scans of the organs and other systems.
"Leiutenant Denoitnem? If you wish to help, there are other people on board who will need medical attention. You can assist them in Medical Bay 1."
He showed a complete picture of the beings insides. Impressive. the skeletal system was nearly equal to a humans. The skull was bigger, even for it's small body. It wasn't based on calcium though, from what he could figure it was based on a solid metal. Copper or maybe perhaps aluminum. Something that was positively charged. It also explained, in part, the generation of this species. Nothing natural could produce this.
He was beginning to speculate it might even be a species that was engineered from an advanced civilization. It was too far to tell from only these preliminary tests. So much more needed to be done.
He began running another test. He wanted to see all the chemicals that were part of this creatures anatomy. This was a whole other creature alltogether. He wasn't even sure what nourished him. It was a lucky guess that what he gave the thing even made it unconscious. He'd have to be more careful from now own.
Now, as the chemical test was being completed, he began doing an advanced scan on the brain itself. It'd be nice to know what was ticking up there, medically speaking of course.
The mental abilities weren't his department.

 

[bobo_daclown]

OOC: whoa, story clash... but that's okay: we continue

Denoitnem:

The doctor tells me to assist crew in medical bay 1 after trying to give me a medical scan. Lucky for him, I know how to replicate a Ferengi version of Asprin and a double-dose will not kill me.

Walking through the double doors, I note that it is 1700 hours: time for my shift to start anyway. The whoosh behind me signals that the door to main sickbay has closed. Now in medical bay 1, I see Ensign Rodriguez coughing into a oxygen unit. I begin to talk to the young ensign, calming her.

I wonder to myself how long this shift is going to be. If I was born a Vulcan or android (i know that androids aren't born), I would not wonder about how long the seven hours would take. Instead, I would know that seven hours is seven hours.

I am Ferengi. Therefore, like most humanoids, I think that a watched kettle will never boil. But, while boiling water is a fleeting thought in my mind, I feel transfixed by the thought of the 223rd rule of acquisition: Beware the man who doesn't make time for oo-mox.

 

[AmenRa]

Science Officer's Log

OOC: poohlive, your request is noted. I apologize.

USS Hera, Science Officer's Log, Lt. Commander Savok recording:

The alien has been quaranteened. A great deal has been learned about it's physiology at this point, but still no attempts at direct communication have resulted. The Emergency Medical Hologram is currently cultivating unique hypotheses on the lifeform's chemical makeup, and has, I believe, arrived at the same conclusion as I that the being is some type of construct.

From a scientific point of observation, this incident presents a unique environment. It is my first contact with a new lifeform. I would surmise that it is also the first for most aboard this vessel. I have studied the logs from USS Enterprise NCC-1701, and have found first-hand accounts of the crew's experiences with First Contacts. I am especially interested in Spock's observations, as he seems to be most objective in his reports. With the Captain's permission, I have distributed copies of these logs to all department heads personal mail, so that they may view them as well.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Bobo, these things happen, especially when one player is in the middle of posting at the same time as another... Its just a sad fact of forum role playing, Although there is a post editing option. But that can always make things confusing, especially when a thread is going kinda fast.

IC:

Alien:

The alien's dreams continued. He dreamed he was in a large, lushly furnished room, a room ment for royalty. Surrounding him were gold plated statues, the floors were pollished marble, the cealing curved high above him, and the sheer expance of the room seemed to give off an air of freedom. He smiled to himself as he felt a swath of silk like cloth cling to his body as he strode forward, along a ruby colored path, hundreds of his kind stood on either side of him. They each knelt down and bowed their heads as he passed by them. Once he reached the end of the path he came upon a cilindrical pod, he took his place there and turned to face a woman who stood across from him. There was a pod in front of her as well. Her eyes sparkled as their gazes met and she gave him a dazzling smile, then she was gone, a rush of air flooding the place she had stood, an echoing *foomp* filled the expansive chamber in her wake. He knew it was his turn then and he followed her lead, into nearly a century long sleep.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Thank you so much.


Doctor lookes as a screen began flashing. Brain wave patterns showed something highly unlikey.
"Rem patterns?"
He turned to look at the alien. It was dreaming, if he wasn't mistaken. This was odd, there never been active brain responses from such a tiny age. From what he figured, this creature was barely a minute or two old.
Already showing higher brain functions. Incredible, just incredible.
The rest of the brain scan went through thoroughly. He looked at it, nearly in awe. A normal brain, when first born, does not have all of the necessary functions as it does when it is in a full adult. It grows into itself, more or less, allowing the brain to learn new things. If he wasn't mistaken, this creature's brain was already fully grown.
Which meant either he had a very limited brain capacity, or was smarter than anyone on this ship, including himself. From what he had seen, the latter was more than likely. This creature had nearly all of the knowledge in the known universe at his disposal.
Fascinating.
The brain sections were normal, except for a heightened pituitary gland, and a Hypthalmus that he had never seen in a living creature before. The Hypothalmus seemed to connect directly to the base of the skull, where it met the upper spine.
He went back to his last scan. The neck was the most concentrated metal in the entire body.
Quickly, he began cross referencing the positive ions in the metal to the Hypthalmus. Could that have anything to do with it's heightened mental abilities? It was a good theory, but he needed more tests.
What he'd really like to do is open this thing up. Really get inside and check things out for himself. He didn't bother in bringing it up though, he knew protocol during first contact. But still....
The doctor part of his programming was running away with him.
He began to busy himself with the rest of his scans. Another medical scanner was placed on the frontal lobe, to reach the brainwave patterns more directly. He hoped these would give him some more answers.
Ooc: Raven, if there's something your specifically want the Doctor to find, why he only has three digits, some strange tattoo or something, just let me know.

 

[Honey_B]

Councelor Gor

Septana approached the med bay two. She nodded cooly at Stone. Something about the security officer rubbed her the wrong way. She didn't dwell on it, however, as she entered the medical facility.

Her body went stiff in the face of authority, assuming a stance of attention.

"With the your permission, Captain, I'd like to report on the alien lifeform." Without waiting for a response, Septana continued with enthusiasm. "From the moment this creature was transported on board, I have been sensing intense emotion. This creature feels intensely. Pain, confusion, despair, a sense of pride even?

Her report was not up to her standards. Septana desperately wished she had spent more time practicing the mental exercises of Savok's. Delineating individual emotions within the floodtide she received was extremely difficult.

"I do not believe the alien is telepathic. At least not in the conventional sense. The changing emotional state and erratic images suggest the alien is dreaming. The intensity of its emotions while dreaming makes those dreams receivable to telepathic beings, but it is completely undirected. While in my quarters, I received only the vaguest impression of what the alien dreamed. Now that I am in the same room, the images are clear.

"As to the content of the dreams, I believe the alien is reliving the destruction of its homeworld and its escape."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Ben

THe Ferengi was gone, so far so good. But that was only one...still in the room was the Captian, Science Officer Savok, more of my men (who weren't leaving so long as the Captain was here)...Stone had left as well, giving me a chance to relax a little. I'd been on duty for eighteen hours, which should have been easy, but I hadn't quite adjusted to my former physical abilities...I was starting to tire.
THe Science Officer and the EMH were both studying the being, the EMH seeming professional as always, but Savok strangely appearing irritated with the hologram...
THe Med Bay doors opened and Counselor Gor walked in, adding to the grand total I wished to keep so low.
SHe explained to the Captain what she felt about the alien being...It's not telepathic, it is reliving its world's destruction...I quietly took notes, storing them away in the back of my brain with ease that would have gone totally unnoticed a few hours ago. The consumption of the appropriate foods would help some, I thought.
I waited as she finished, thinking, the Science Officer and the Counselor are both here...time to depart Captain...time tominimize the dangers in Med Bay 2...

 

[Inkubus]

Capt.Emerson

OOC im sorry my schedule doesnt allow me to respond faster...

Ic "Denoitnem ...all non essential personell report to med bay one, As soon as we find out where our guest is from Im more than sure your talents will be invaluable Lt. Ben I agree with your professional opinion and will allow a second if that is your analysis. Savok I need a laymans terms report for all officers in 2 hours, Dr ..forgive our rush, but Were also trying to ensure we have a starfleet to return our findings to. Septana...Councilor your observations are noted , and I agree your skills will be invaluable during our first contact...

 

[bobo_daclown]

Lt. Denoitnem:

I find myself runnig around medical bay 1 tending to several crewmembers who are more interested in the alien than their well-being.

"Rodriguez, you seem to be doing much better," I grumble at the poor woman. She smiles, brightly, "Just remember to eat at all meal times for the next couple of days; and, take those pills with each meal."

The enign leaves medical bay 1 to the hall where the main turbolift awaits her arival. I wonder if she is going to Ten-Forward--or the Haven, as that barkeep calls it.

Astra is her name; she annoys me to no end. She always wants to know your personal business and your life story--almost as bad as that counselor.

 

[AmenRa]

Savok nodded his head as the captain departed the vicinity of the containment field. Layman's terms were the Captain's preferred method of briefings. He followed a logical rule that Savok had learned: Keep It Simple, Stupid.

Savok prepared another scanning device, a type of medical tricorder that scanned on the sub-atomic level. He sat it on the table so that it would be within the Doctor's reach the next time he passed through the containment field.

Savok noted the read outs concerning the Doctor's latest examination of the brain. "Interesting," Savok said. "There appear to be more of the same gene sequence gaps inside the brain. Is it possible," he asked the Doctor, "that this is due to the quantuum disturbance that was present when the life form was beamed aboard?"

If it were, it would explain many things, and provide some clue to the alien's origins. All quantuum fluxes carried a signature, unique to them, and could be isolated much the same way as tracking a warp vessel through space.

Gor's findings from the emotional stimulus were, to Savok's determination, very conclusive. All sentient life dreamed, but the content of dreams varied from life form to life form. It was probable that this life form's dreams manifested from fear. Fear, the most primordial of emotions, was also the most logical. Even for a Vulcan who had attained Kohlinahr, Savok himself felt fear from time to time.

It was a good starting point in their discovery of this new life form.

 

[Basia]

Ens. Onyx

Her shift came to a close, and she was replaced by yet another no-name-ens. Stepping up to the turbo lift, the doors hissed softly as they parted, and she steped over the threshold and turned around. As the doors closed, she made her request.
"Computer, deck 6 please." A soft chime was heard, then the lift started to decend towards deck 6.
Once the doors opened, she stepped from the lift, and made her way through the maze-like halls of the ship, and towards the lounge. Yes, she took the long way, but she always did. It was refreshing to take a small stroll through the ship after her shift was over.
Stepping up to the lounge, the doors slid open, and she stepped in, and towards her prefered perch, a solitary table near the view-ports. She loved looking out at the stars, if the ship was moveing or not.

 

[bobo_daclown]

I finish scanning the new atomic structure the doctor has engineered. "Almost perfect, doc." I announce into the empty room. At 2300, not many people visit sickbay.

I remember how glad I felt a couple of hours ago when the syrum materialized in the replicator. Now, the AzNeulfni is gone and I am a happy camper.

Another hour and that no name ensign will replace me. Too bad he has very little medical training. Without the doctor's constant supervision, he will probably run amuck. Luckily, I will be long gone by the time that happens.

I think back to the image of sickbay. That Vulcan was studying readouts and making constant queries. The whole scene reminds me of the seventy-ninth rule of aquisition: Beware of the Vulcan greed for knowledge. Indeed, he is as bad as those damn security chiefs on starbases like DS9.

 

[Cryo]

Ensign Mike Rock

Everyone was running around like crazy. Talk of the alien and first contact grew in content and loudness. It positively annoyed Mike.

"This damn ship is too crowded for it's own good" he said to himself as he took another swig of the drink. It made his throught burn, but that was fine with him.

With all the turmoil on the ship, Mike rock still found time to remember his past. an Expert pilot he was. Taking his little 2-man podd alone, he could easilly beat the specialized racing ships in the Jupiter Marathon. and did so often. He would delve strait into the astriod belt, swoon his way to and fro without so much as slowing down or raising his shields. so while those other suckers are searching for a safe rout around the belt, he's waving hi to his girlfriend on the third moon.

Oh, those were the days. but one lowst mistake and I'm stuck on this Tin Can. a crew of 3 is two too many for him, and who knew how many no named faces are calling him "ship-mate". it's all bullshit. the sooner 2 years go by the better. then I'll be back on earth where I belong.

 

[Basia]

Ens Onyx

She found herself looking away from the stationary stars and looking about the lounge. She never understood why the rest of the crew needed to be so loud here, and the talk of the new life form had grown so mundane, she had to block her empathic abilties from the rest of the crew. She did not like doing that, but it seemed to be the only way she would get some relaxation in.

Finally, she stood, and made her way towards the Bar, and took a look to the barkeep and muttered, "Vulcan ale".