Meeting

Posted on Thu Oct 27th, 2016 @ 11:20pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol & Alika Mahone

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Briefing Room 1, off the Bridge
Timeline: MD04 12:00
1584 words - 3.2 OF Standard Post Measure

The door swished shut behind Bradon as he entered the briefing room. The captain had called a meeting of his senior staff, and he wanted to be the first one there. Oh, not because he wanted to make any points with the captain. No, he wanted to make sure the replicator was still working.

He made his way over to the cubbyhole near the back where the replicator was. "Coffee, Columbian, black. Strawberry pastry," he said to the unit as he drew close.

A low hum filled the air, which sparkled briefly as the swirl of lights materialized into a mug of coffee and a pastry on a small plate. He pulled them from the machine, then turned and sat down at the conference room table that occupied most of the room. He chose the seat closest to where he stood and sat down.

He took a swig of the coffee and raised his eyes appreciatively. The coffee was so better since he had reprogrammed it with a recipe he had brought along with him.

He took another swig, then a bite of the pastry as he waited for the others.

"Is that your personal replicator?" Dr. Olsam Mott asked near the doorway, glowering at the engineer. He'd had a sneaking suspicion that the man's helpfulness with Sickbay equipment had all been a rouse to keep the Bolian off his trail. He probably had replicators stashed all over the ship, keyed to his personal security and generating endless pastries and charcuterie boards.

"My personal replicator?" Bradon gave the Bolian a grin. "No, I believe it belongs to the captain there," he said, nodding in Captain Gregnol's direction as he came through the door. "Help yourself, though. I don't think he would mind."

“No one has personal replicators. Ship isn’t designed for that.” Rueben murmured as he came into the room hearing the question in the Bolian’s voice. He grabbed old fashioned paper and a piece of charcoal. The Captain looked paled but didn’t look like anyone else who was sick at the moment.

Finn wasn't far behind the Captain. He came in clutching a mug of steaming liquid and wearing a service jacket he'd found in one of the labs. He sat a couple of seats down from anyone else as the aroma rising from the mug wasn't particularly pleasant. It was his grandmother's remedy for a cold which seemed to be at least holding whatever it was he'd caught at bay for the moment. He'd added a bit of ginger to help settle his stomach, but the scent of coffee and the sight of the pastry oozing what looked suspiciously like blood was challenging that. He nodded in greeting to the Captain and Engineer. In a supreme example of maturity he then turned to the doctor nodded as well. To the group he said, "Has anyone else noticed the environmental controls are a bit off?"

A sneeze suddenly filled the room, barely muffled by the tissue that Bradon had clutched in his hand." Excuse me," he said to the room, "seem to be catching a cold. Or whatever is going around the ship." The last was said a bit more soberly.

Saija strutted into the room wearing a black surgical mask over his mouth and nose. The mask had built in filters to help protect him from any airborne pathogens. He heard rumors of people getting sick and wasn't surprised that the Bolian physician had yet to find out why. He strutted into the briefing room making sure to roughly bump into Doctor Mott towards an empty seat and turned it around so that the back of the chair was against his chest when he sat down.

Last to arrive was Alika Mahone, newly minted 'First Officer' as of two days ago. Her first act in her new position was to demand someone pilot the ship while she sneezed her brains out. The second act... was to demand the next two days off, to little avail. But this was important, and even young, brattish Alika couldn't ignore the call for an emergency, no matter how much she tried.

As she entered, she insisted the replicator make her a giant mug of tea before seating herself near the others. Her cheeks were red, her nose puffy, and she was pretty sure she couldn't see out of one eye. That was potentially due to her rubbing it so much. "... Have I missed anything? I'm trying the 'not late' thing, but this flu..."

"Da you are but because of the flu thing you are forgiven." Rueben assured as he glanced around the room and looked at the the Senior Crewmembers trying to gauge how many of them were sick. His talk with Alika earlier had been correct, they couldn't control the spread but he needed to know who would be running the ship with him incapacitated.

"We all know there is a problem... i need to know which ones of you are sick and which ones are feeling healthy. I don't need anyone being brave and not owning up, even the slightest difference in your health is important." Rueben said firmly holding his own hand up, leading by example.

"I too am not myself," Bradon stated as he put the tissue back in his pocket.

Finn hated admitting weakness in front of so many strangers, but this was essentially a direct order. He raised a hand as well, "But I'm pretty sure it's just the Tellarite flu that was going around the station when I joined the crew." He trailed off, not even sure if he believed that himself; it didn't feel like Tellarite flu.

"It's not Tellarite flu." Rueben said firmly looking around. No one as of yet had noticed that Dixoho was missing or that Talon had been replaced by the Bolian as of yet despite Rueben issuing an order to search the ship for the missing Doctor.

"For the moment I am healthy, as is the young Romulan I brought with me. Doesn't seem to effect those of us with a copper-based blood chemistry Boss-man, I mean sir. Thank the Spirits for that;" said the Orion as he flinched whenever someone sneezed. His people were very suspicious of those who were sick and it was something he didn't care about too much to get over.

"Well whoopedy doo!" Finn grumbled. "At least we have a cure for whatever this is. We all just have to start using copper-based blood. Easy peasy." It did start him thinking of some areas of research, though.

As the resident medical expert, Olsam Mott felt this was a good time to speak up, "We can't give you copper-based blood infusions. You'd die." He scoffed for added effect, as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Knowing who's been infected, who's already dead, and who's likely to be dead soon is a good place for me to start analyzing whatever's causing this illness. So it's important for the ill to identify themselves. There's no need for alarm; I promise to keep dangerous experimental procedures to a minimum."

"Gods damned ghoul," Finn choked out before turning to the Captain. "Sir, there has to be someone more qualified to be our doctor on this ship than someone seriously discussing experimenting on us," he paused to cough. "Maybe there's an old Star Scout who finished most of the requirements for their first aid badge? They'd have to be more ethically sound."

"Enough!" Rueben said simply, his accent thickening with his frustration at the pairs bickering.

"Yes, enough," Olsam said, looking at Finn. Clearly, the captain was rightfully on his side.

"... Can we save this for another time? I mean, we're not exactly the most 'ethically sound' people to begin with." Alika pointed out, in a poor attempt to narrow the focus back to the meeting. "Maybe when half the crew's not sick? If the Doc's got an idea, I say we let the Doc do his thing."

"Thank you Alika." Rueben said in a calm voice as he stared the two men down that were causing him more than a few headaches. "Mott will do his job as a Doctor." He was starting to understand the Doctor's dark humor and he preferred it to some of the crews attitude towards each other and the current issues.

"Fine," Finn glared at the doctor. He'd had Bolians treat him like dirt for years now, ever since he left home for the Academy. For some reason, others never seemed to think it was much of a problem. Luckily for them, they weren't the ones being treated like something that had just gotten tracked into the house on the bottom of a shoe. It was easy for them to brush it off.

"Of course I'll do my job as a doctor. I'm not qualified to do anything else," Olsam said, looking around the table. "Now that I know who's sick, I can begin an analysis of the properties of the illness and then begin formulating some kind of treatment. Hopefully, you'll all still be alive by the time I finish."

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Rueben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose

Alika Mahone
First Officer
SS Mary Rose

Saija Rionuj
Master of Arms
SS Mary Rose

Brandon Gordon
Chief Engineer
SS Mary Rose

Robert "Finn" Bek
Science Chief
SS Mary Rose

Olsam Mott, M.D.
Ship's Doctor
SS Mary Rose