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Sergeant Edmund Jörg groaned. A corpse on his shift. That meant enough paperwork to last the week. ,,Security to Avery. Are you sure it is a stiff?'', he asked. Praying that the man was only knocked out, he contacted the Medical Department. ,,Security to Doctor Wolf. We need medical assistance in the CMO's room. There is also mention of an unknown chemical substance on the scene.''
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The moment you touch his wrist, the previously motionless figure suddenly shudders and begins to cough violently. Only your superb reflexes allow you to dodge the stream of vomit that is promptly sent your way. After the figure, whom you have now identified as the CMO, has emptied his stomach, he sits up and reaches for his head. ,,Urgh.. son of a bitch'', he groans. It takes him an additional few seconds to notice the person pointing a flashlight at him. ,,Who the f*ck are you'', he demands. ,,And for gods sake, turn that light off.''
My apologies Sir, the lights were dim and you were lying still. Corporal Avery Sir, my apologies for disturbing you, we have been trying to hail you with no response. Are you alright? " Scott turned the torch off and returned it to its holster." Security to Avery.Are you sure it is a stiff?' " Avery to security, he is moving, will need clean up and medical to the room..... over..." |
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(Corporal Avery)
The man throws you a look that implies you are anything but a welcome guest in his quarters. Nevertheless, he manages a thin smile before opening his mouth. ,,I'm quite all right, thank you. No assistance required. Now, please get out'', he says - while nodding in the direction of the door. As you get up, you notice an unmarked bottle lying centimeters from his body. However, before you get a chance to investigate, your beeping Comm-Unit demands your attention. ,,Security to Avery. The doc is on his way, as are the cleaning-bots. How bad is it? Do we need to inform the Bridge?'' |
Scott Avery
"If you are certain Sir, very well. I will submit my report to my commanding officer if you have any questions or concerns. " Scott saluted and backed out of the room. Avery to security, stand down, CMO is cognizant and aware of his surroundings, I will file my report when I come in for duty." <i> Wish I could have gotten a better look at what he was drinking, musta been a lot stronger then the shine we had back home.. ah well.. to each there own. I'm sure I will hear about this later in one form or another</i>.
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Philbert Sigismund Wolf
"Excuse me," he mumbled in a hurry to the navigator and picking up a first aid kit ran towards the CMO's quarters. He got there just as Corporal Avery was closing the door and reporting the CMO's status to security. Philbert stopped the door from closing with his foot. "Thank you Corporal. I'll go in and see the CMO." Doctor Wolf closed the door behind himself and put the first aid kit on the table. Rapidly he took in the contents of the room, the smell of vomit permeating the air, the small bottle, the CMO. "Anything we need to talk about?" he asked, "Sir." he hastily added, remembering that his current patient was his superior officer. |
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Philbert frowned and his nose twitched at the smell. "With all due respect, as I see things, Sir, I have two possible venues of action. Either I call the captain right now, or you give me a plausible explanation to this," he said indicating with a large sweep of his hand the bottle, the vomit and the general state the CMO was in. |
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,,Careful Wolf, you are in no position to demand anything. Keep pushing me, and you may find yourself very unwelcome in my Sickbay.'' He points at the door. ,,Now, if you'd be kind enough to leave..''
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Philbert Sigismund Wolf
Philbert did not budge an inch. "A Chief Medical Officer who indulges in substance abuse is a risk factor on a voyage like this. I am not demanding anything from you, Sir. It would be my duty to report such substances to the CMO immediately. However since you are the CMO my duty would be to report you to the captain. I am giving you an opportunity to not go down that path." He paused for a moment, then added, "And as a medical professional I could try helping you with...this." |
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,,Sad is the day on which I require the help of a quack such as you, Wolf. I am perfecly capable of straightening myself out.'', he says - his voice full of repressed anger. ,,You have no idea what kind of stress someone in my position has to endure'', he continues. ,,So I do whatever it takes to stay afloat. Now, whether or not you can accept that, is up to you.'' He walks to the entrance and opens the door. ,,This conversation is over. Leave at once. I'm sure you have more pressing business to attent to than a doctor with a hang-over.''
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Philbert Sigismund Wolf
Philbert sighed. "I have no problem with someone being hungover. Alcohol is one of the most effective methods of self-medication. If applied within certain limits of course. I don't even have problems with medical staff being hungover, if they do it outside of their time on duty." He did not mention that the CMO was supposed to be on duty. Both of them knew and so it was pointless to mention it. "However I do have a problem with banned beverages. I'm sorry, but you leave me no choice." He glanced outside and motioned to Corporal Avery. "Corporal! Keep an eye on the CMO while I call the captain." Stepping outside, Wolf activated his personal com-unit. "Doctor Wolf to Captain Messman. We have an issue with CMO Abraham, Sir, request you come to his quarters immediately." |
Ricor Messman
"Messman here, on my way," the captain replied. To those around him: "Whichever one of you lot's supposed to oversee things, you've got the bridge now. If you make a mess after I leave, clean it up before I'm back."
At the door however, he turned and hastened back to his command chair. How was he supposed to know every bunk on the barge by heart? But technology was a beautiful thing, and twenty seconds of pad manipulation later the computer spit out a number for him. With that, it was a simple journey to the elevator and Deck 2, followed by a stroll through the corridors. The sight of the ancient passages made his hands itch; there were chipped, scratched and dented panels, rattling grids covering air inlets, even bundles of wiring poking through in forsaken corners. No real dangers or challenges, of course. Maintenance had seen to that. Still, it was labour far more appealing than that of captaining a ship. Not long after receiving the summons, Ricor stood outside the CMO's chambers. |
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(Ricor Messman)
A sharp whistle draws your attention to your Comm-Unit. ,,Sir, o' Hara here'', says the Comm-Liason. ,,I've pulled up the file on Abraham, and I thought you might want to know that the man has connections. His brother-in-law is the head of the Naval Medical Service and his niece is the senator for Argola minor.'' She pauses to take a breath, then continues. ,,He also has a long history of substance abuse. In fact, that's probably the reason he was assigned to this ship. His medical record is relatively flawless though. Just thought you might want to know, sir. Bridge out. '' As you turn to face doctor Wolf, the doors fly open and CMO Abraham, still reeking of liquor yet clearly sober, strides towards you. ,,Captain Messman. I demand to know why there is an armed guard in front of my door'' He throws Wolf a dark look. ,,And please get this fop out of here.'' |
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Philbert Sigismund Wolf
His decision had already been made and regrets about the evolution of his career could come later. "Sir, I ordered Corporal Avery to stay and keep watch on CMO Abraham, both for the CMO's own safety and to keep an eye on him," he said, facing the captain. "Not only was he drunk while supposed to be on duty, but the substance that the CMO was intoxicated with is on the list of banned beverages. And for good reason, I might add, it can cause extreme side-effects." He could bore the captain with medical details, but that was not the issue here. Neither did he make a suggestion. He wanted to let the very recently appointed captain make his own decision. |
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Abraham made a dismissive gesture. ,,Bah, I'd been working non-stop for nearly 48 hours. Continuing would have been irresponsible, so I signed command of Medical over to you, Wolf.'' He smirks. ,,I trust you weren't too high on your own herbs to forget that, medicine man?'' Turning towards the captain, he continued. ,,So, perhaps the ways I entertain myself when I'm not on duty aren't completely legal. But for the sake of the crew, it is crucial I don't work myself into a hospital bed.''
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Ricor Messman
Ricor scowled. He didn't think these power games were a good influence on the work in the medical department, and he certainly didn't care to be drawn into them.
Not that there was any true escape now - he could either willingly put a drunk man in charge of medical operations, or dismiss a huge part of medical knowledge in a time when unusual ailments plagued the destroyer. One of these men wins, the other loses along with everyone else aboard the vessel and Ricor in particular. Messman turned to the CMO. "Tell me something," he spoke, tugging an oily rag from the pocket of his engineering suit. If it was intended to clean his hands, the man's casual efforts achieved the opposite. "You work with these Void patients. How many weeks until captain Valentine's fit for duty again?" |
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Scott Avery
Standing at attention and wishing he could just lambaste the CMO, Scott stood there listening to the exchange from his superiors waiting to be dismissed. He had followed his training to the letter so there should be no issue's coming from what he did, but alas this is space and a marines place is in battle, not policing empty halls and waking drunks up but then when had he really seen much battle, it always came back to policing drunks anyway... so he waited.. |
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Abraham shrugged. ,,Every case of VS is unique. I'm currently keeping him sedated until we can get him planetside. Unfortunately, we just don't have the facilities and specialised staff to offer the proper combination of medication and therapy. And even our most potent anti-psychotics are known to have the opposite effect on some patients. I sugge..''
A sharp whistle, similar to the one used by most standard Comm-Units, cut him off mid-sentence. ,,We are now at Alert Level Gamma.'', announced the computer. ,,Captain to the Bridge. Repeat, captain to the Bridge.'' |
Ricor Messman
"Get me an estimate on both him and Hamilton anyway." The chief engineer nodded at the bottle.
"And see me before you get back on duty." With nothing more to be said, he hastened back to the bridge. |
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(Ricor Messman)
You turn and head for the Bridge. With most of the crew at their posts, the poorly lit hallways you pass are now completely deserted. In many sections, it is only the humming of the various machines and generators that provides the much needed contrast between the lightless parts of the Ariochs dated interior and the soundless void that seems to lurk behind every wall. When you step out of the elevator on Deck One, you notice that Senior Navigator Johnson is waiting for you. Without saying a word, he hands you a datapad and follows you to the Bridge. Skimming through the data, you surmise that the asteroid-transmission has finally been decoded. As you open the soundfile that came with the message, you hear little but static. Straining your ears, you can make out the parts of the message that have been salvaged. (-static-)eats, this is Angela Nicols, Chief Resea(..)onyo-system. (..)ace a natural disaster of unprecedented pre(...) The astrophysics team has (..)aged to evacuate all relev(..) on the only ship capable of Intersystems-Travel. We risk (..)osing research that (..) to the Federation. (...) thousand Federation colonists that we (..) evacuate. (..) are in an uproar (..) main compound is under siege. We require imme(..) military assistance. If possible, the civilians (..)cuated, but the survival of the data is paramount. If anyone (...). If it is to late to salvage the colony and (...)ind the bastards that (..)eft us to die. Message repeats. This is Angela Nichols, Chief Researcher of the (..) Despite the severity of the message, you notice that the voice seems cold and distant. The audio-message is followed by several notes from the Senior Staff. Navigator Johnson notes that there is no record of any Federation Colonization Project in the Kamonyo-system. However, it is not unusual for Federation citizens attached to groups such as the Transcendancy to abandon Regulated Space without going through the proper channels. Terrance Brown from the Research Department adds that they have been able to piece together less than half of the original message, but states that he may be able to make a few percents worth of progress over the next few days. |
Ricor Messman
What was he to make of that, he wondered. The transmission gaps Research'd left were by and large guessable even without software assistance.
Feds on a Seedy moon two or three days away at .2 Sm/s. The moon's practically self-destructing, anarchy reigns and they stick a message on a passing asteroid disintegrating faster than a 314. Whatever disaster took place must have happened a week or more ago. But the fact they bothered with a message in the first place spoke of either desperation or the conviction that they might survive for months or more - less if they'd detected the Arioch and the asteroid's path was no coincidence. And if they had, then what had become of the other spaceship in the region? More, to what extent could he trust the message spoke truth? There was a bigger question, however. What had possessed whomever he'd left in charge of the bridge to increase the alarm phase? |
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Senior Navigator Johson steps forward. ,,Sir, judging by the severity of the message, I figured you might want all key-personel at their stations.'' He pauses. ,,I also checked the Navigational Database. The last time a Federation Survey Mission passed through the Kamonyo-System was half a decade ago, but at that time, there were no unusual readings whatsoever. Nothing that could cause a natural disaster of planetary magnitude. That means it's likely that whatever is going on, was caused by the scienists themselves. Also..'', he nods towards Cathy o' Hara - who takes over.
,,Sir, I haven't been able to substanciate their claim that there is a large number of colonists present. However, if these claims are true, we are legally required to help them. I've also been in contact with Tactical. They wish to know if you plan to deploy scouts'', she says. |
Ricor Messman
The captain nodded.
"Send some Ares ahead. We'll know more tomorrow." He waited for the Comm-Liason to transmit the instructions, thinking he'd like to be down in engineering to oversee the ships' departure where engines flamed and pilots hastened as the mothership birthed its children. The sight of spacecraft departing had been one filled with hope and longing for years, and later both comfort and nostalgia. He'd even come to value the sadness that now came with the sight. "If we evacuate," asked Ricor, "how many can we carry and where should they be delivered? The research facility's some four to eight days away; do they have the capacity?" |
Act One: The Wanderer and his Shadow
(Ricor Messman)
Johnson nodded. ,,Aye sir. What kind of mandate would you like to give the scouts? Are they to make contact with the outpost, or keep their distance?'' As the Navigator takes a step back, Comm-Liason Cathy o' Hara approaches the Command Station and hands you a datapad. It would appear that according to Engineering, the ship can hold up to a thousand refugees, provided we jetison all non-essential cargo. ,,I also contacted the Science Department'', she adds. ,,They claim the Research Station only has a skeleton crew, so they should have room for a significant number of refugees. However, the evacuation itself may be problematic, as we only have a handfullof shuttles with which we can ferry the colonists to the ship. Now, I don't know what kind of timetable or population numbers we are looking at..'' |
Ricor Messman
Fifteen soldiers ain't keeping a thousand men in check if they'd decide to get funny," grunted Ricor. "Not much in the way of military aid either, unless we want to bomb the moon to pieces."
Nor would the guys at the station thank them for that delivery. Still, they'd have to save what they could, and regretfully he couldn't spare the extra days needed to visit the research station first. "Tell the scouts to make contact. We'll be a day behind." ~Twing~ "Attention crew, this is acting captain Ricor Messman. We got a distress call from a dying moon in the Kamonyo-system and are moving to assist evacuations. ETA two days, so make sure you're all fit and rested. Captain out." |
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,,Preparing for course alteration'', announces the helmsman as he taps the infamous 'red button'. ,,All hands, deceleration imminent. Repeat, deceleration imminent'', barks the computer a few seconds later. For most of the Bridge Crew, this is the cue to either sit down or grab a hold of something. Seconds later, the Arioch shudders violently as it slows from G4 to G1, makes a U-turn and starts accelerating again.
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Staring at the message, Uytio scowled. What in the blazes - ■■■■ this up? She shook her head to herself; it was probably best they didn't know what she was. She'd worked hard for this... no, she did not want to miss this, but... ! Her appointment with Professor Wolf! There was nothing for it; she'd have to reschedule with the doctor. She'd worked too long and too hard to pass up this opportunity. And so, with that, she 'penned' a brief note for the Doctor, handed it into the sickbay, and ran to armoury - grabbing what she needed with the odd salute, smile and hiding the anticipation, she headed on towards the flightdeck. Normally, she'd have hung around a while longer and been more social with the armoury crew - but not today. A quick round of 'sirs' and she had what she needed. Upon arrival, Uytio looked around, her eyes searching for the fighter - revealing none of the nervousness she felt inwardly. How butterflies existed in space, she'd never know... "Aldara, Reporting in for duty, sir." |
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" Roger that, I will head to Wolf's quaters now. "
A few moments and some twists later, Scott arrives at his destination, pressing the comm button, " Professor Wolf, this Corporal Avery, it has been ordered that I commence a search of your quarters and general belongings, may I have your permission to begin "? |
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Philbert Sigismund Wolf
As Corporal Avery was pressing the Com button at Philbert's quarters, the good doctor was just sipping his second beer at the canteen, his eyes still occasionnaly drifting to the printout he was clutching in his hands. Quote:
He wasn't planning on getting drunk, the alcohol just helped calm his nerves. Wolf knew that CMO Abraham could only suspend from his duties, he did not have the authority, based on his rank, to revoke his security clearance. Either he had brought his connections into play, or he had gone through the captain. Wolf decided to make sure and reached for his personal com-unit, calling the captain. "Captain Messman, this is Doctor Wolf. I was wondering, did you order my security clearance to be revoked?" |
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(Uytio Aldara)
Clutching a helmet and a cobra-rifle under your arm, you arrive at the launchbay. As soon you enter, a member of the flightcrew runs towards you. Although you can see her lips move, you can't make out as much as a single word of what she is saying over the roaring of the engines of two of the three Ares-Fighters that are lined up on the runway. The woman frowns and gestures towards your weapon. Her face displays surprise, then amusement. After a few seconds, she shrugs and leads you to your Fighter. |
Ricor Messman
Slumping back in the captain's chair, Ricor turned his attention to the latest communication. All the interruptions were becoming tedious fast; down in engineering there may be questions and difficulties but everyone knew their tasks and could get to it. Everyone except Lex, of course, but he had Miran to pester about it.
And in these matters, did he even know enough to resolve the simplest complication? He knew about the space out there, about the way the control- and weapon systems worked. He understood what made the computer tick and what powered the ship. But being able to calibrate a gun or rewire a dashboard hardly made one an expert on navigational or military matters - and let's not talk about medical. The only patient he had a hope of mending would be the one with damaged cybernetics. Thus, the best he could do was make others realize they already had the answers. Failing that he could take responsibility and make uninformed decisions when petitioners saw no better choice. It wasn't a happy feeling. "Doctor Wolf," he sighed, "I don't know what you've been up to since our last meeting but it sounds like a stupid thing to do. We're about to take on up to a thousand refugees and Medical's already short on staff, I'd sooner send everyone who can use a tissuespray to Sickbay than suspend trained healers over minor offenses. Not that you should get any funny ideas." |
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After receiving no answer from the doctors room, Scott switched to his comm unit. " Doctor Wolf, please come to your quarters for general inspection, there has been an incident reported and I am requesting your presence for questioning. Thank you...
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" <font color=steelblue> Jorg, I would prefer him to be present so there are no misunderstandings, after all unless he has been released from duty, he still has to check me and give a clean bill of health. Any idea on where he may be? </font color=steelblue>
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,,According to the Internal Sensors, his Comm-Unit is located in the Cantine. You could check there'', replied Sergeant Jorg. ,,Let us know if you need assistance. Security Out.''
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"<font color=steelblue>Roger </font color=steelblue>" Scott replied. Heading to the cantine, Scott was hopeful to find the Professor in good spirits in both ways. <i>Hopefully he wont be in a foul mood, not that I don't mind rolling drunks, but depending on who it is your rolling..well...</i> Entering the cantine he scanned the area for Professor Wolf and spotted him at the bar. Walking up to him, he leaned in so as to not broadcast to the rest of the room."<font color=steelblue> Doctor Wolf, please come with me to your quarters, I would prefer you to be present while I perform the search of your belongings to ensure that no wrong doing has transpired. </font color=steelblue> He could smell the beer on him, but he didn't appear to be intoxicated, he leaned back and waited to see how the doctor would respond.
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Philbert Sigismund Wolf
Philbert lifted his glass and downed the remnants of his beer. He could be heard muttering something about acting fast and CMO Abraham, but nothing more could be made out. "Lead the way, Corporal," he simply said. Avery was professional enough. If something had been planted in Wolf's room he'd find it whether the doctor was present or not. Philbert found himself wondering how well Abraham's connections could be paying off this far out in space. |
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Offering a smile and a shrug, Uytio put on her helmet, clutched the rifle and climbed inside her Ares. She set her rifle at the side of her seat and strapped herself in. Flexing her hands, she set about activating the systems, "Testing... can everyone hear me?" she inquired calmly, "All right: what's everyone's call sign?"
Naturally, two others would have climbed into the other two Ares... surely... She activated her screen. Hopefully she would receive her orders soon and she could move out. |
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<b> Scott Avery </b>
" <font color=steelblue> Thank you Sir </font color=steelblue>" With that, Scott did a heel turn and headed towards the Professors quarters. When there he gestured for Philbert to open the door and then went about the search examining the room before entry and asking the doctor if anything looked out of place before they entered. |
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(Uytio Aldara)
You watch in silence as the two Fighters in front of you take off. After the last one clears the runway, you start the preflight checks and wait for instructions. ,,Zeta 1, this is Arioch Flight-Control'', annouces the operator a few seconds later. ,,You are cleared for launch. Be advised, you will be launching at G2-conditions. Use your afterburner to avoid a collision.'' As you glare across the launchbay, you notice several small vehicles speeding away from your Ares. One of the Techs looks over his shoulder and catches your eye. He smiles and sticks up his thumb, before dissapearing into one of the hangars. |
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"Acknowledged, Arioch Flight control." Uytio acknowledges, though outwardly she returns the tech's thumb's up with an inclination of her head and a tight smile, "Zeta 1 proceeding to launch."
With that, she follows the standard procedure and launches, ensuring to use her afterburners to avoid a crash. Once outside the hanger bay, she looks at the 'radar' and commands 'her' fighters, "Loose formation; I'll take centre. Shall we begin?" |
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,,Copy that, Zeta 1'', acknowledges your wingman, and you see his Ares moving to your flank. ,,Heh, I can't believe they're putting you special ops guys in the cockpit now'', he adds. ,,Yeah, what else can you do? Walk across water? Make Messman smile?'', Zeta 3 informs.
,,This is Arioch Control. Cut the chatter, damn it'', interjects an angry voice. ,,Zeta-flight, assume course 116/775 and boost throttle to max. Activate your autopilot only when you're outside of our effective radius. The mission details have been uploaded into your onboard computer. I'm guessing you'll have plenty of time to review them. Arioch out.'' |
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