Acquiring Medical Equipment part 2

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:17pm by
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:19pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Starbase 7
Timeline: MD 24 10:00
1823 words - 3.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Talon used a napkin to tidy his mouth. His stomach full of a country breakfast of sausage, eggs, home fries, biscuits and gravy, he could go back to sleep for a nap. However, he was a man with a mission. And the man that was going to help him on this mission sat with him.

"Are we ready?" Talon asked Erim.

Erim belched loudly and then looked around conspicuously to see if anyone noticed. A Vulcan sitting at the table across from him gave him an incredulous look before returning to her own meal.

"Ready when you are, doc!" he stood up from the table, pushing his chair in. He wasn't entirely certain where sickbay was and hoped that Talon would lead the way. From there, they would split up while Talon distracted the staff and he made off with some very valuable equipment. He had replicated a set of blue coveralls for the occasion that looked vaguely like something medical personnel might wear in hopes of seeming less suspicious to any random passer by. With any luck he would be able to walk in, pilfer the supplies, and then walk out with them. He also brought a nondescript empty case for easy storage to take said supplies back to the Mary Rose.

Talon snickered, as Erim obviously enjoyed his meal. He had everything he needed in the pouch at his side. He had downloaded pictures of the Anchilles Fever pathogen, as if it were taken from a microscope and saved from their ship's computer.

The walked off the Mary Rose and around the docking level to the turbo lifts. While passing one merchant ship, Talon took notice of the name: SS Venice. He chuckled at the idea of the Merchant of Venice reference and continued to the lifts.

They took the lifts to the station's medical level. Before they exited the lift, he put a medical mask over his face and handed one to Erim. "For the ruse," he explained.

Erim nodded and pulled the mask over his face. It made it a little harder to breathe but was ultimately fine. They turned a corner toward the entrance of the medical bay and the Bolian spotted two medical officers walking out of the doors, he did his best to act natural and look like a technician.

"You ready for this?" He whispered through the mask as he scouted his best route inside.

Talon gave an affirmative nod of his head. Going to the nearest officer, Talon tapped the man on the shoulder.

"My good doctor," he began. "I need your help with something that has become a problem aboard our ship."

The doctor turned toward him. Seeing the masks on the two brought the man's attention to focus. "We run a sterile facility. There is no need for the masks."

"There may be," Talon affirmed, pulling the data chip from his pouch. "Please, look at these, from my own microscope aboard the Venice.

The doctor took the chip handed to him and input it to his PADD. A look of concern came across his face. He motioned for another doctor to take a look. The transferred the data to the LCARS so all could see. Soon, most of those in the wing were looking at the screen, attempting to grasp the full meaning.

Talon winked in Erim's direction. Then turned back to the doctors. "Is this what I think it is?"

Erim immediately knew it was time and made his escape from the crowd. The rest of the bay was now devoid of people and ripe for the pilfering. Sickbays tended to be extremely well organized so it was only a matter of figuring out the system they used for storing supplies. First he noticed a rack of tricorders in a charging dock, sitting openly on a counter in the back.

He carefully placed four of them in his carrying case before moving on to the next item. He knew he would need to conserve space as he only had so much room for storage. He could also stuff items in the pockets of his coveralls, but if he went overboard with it he would looks extremely suspect.

Checking to make sure no one was looking, he started quietly sliding open drawers in search of hyposprays and hopefully a bone knitter. Anything basic that would be useful on their voyage if they happened into bad luck.

Meanwhile, a Bolian doctor exclaimed to Talon, "By the Geeat Bird! Do you realize what this is?"

Talon seemed concerned when he replied, "Yes, Doctor! That's why I took the precautions to where a mask."

The general concerns of the doctors viewing the screen was one of sheer panic. "Anchilles Fever," was heard several times above the din. Others exclaimed, "We'll have an epidemic, which will wipe out the entire station!"

Talon's face went from concern to dread. "May the Prophets spare us," he solemnly stated.

Erim couldn't help but laugh under his mask as he overheard the conversation from across the room. As he scavenged the last item on the list, a set of isotropic restraints (one could never be too careful), he packed up his case and made his way back to the group. Slipping in unnoticed over the commotion.

"There's an emergency on the Venice! We're needed back immediately, sir." Erim said with urgency in his voice.

Talon nodded toward the Bolian. He was surprised by how quickly the man had acquired everything. Certainly, he would be an asset to the Rosie. For himself, Talon was feeling like he was fitting in as well. Talon believed that he finally found a place to belong.

"Thank you, Doctor Shakora." Talon answered with the same urgency. He bowed toward the other doctors, expressing, "I'm sorry, but duty calls."

"Doctor," one of them responded with fear in his eyes as those of a prey about to be the victim of a stalking predator, "you realize we'll have to quarantine the Venice?"

"Do what you must," Talon answered with dread, "but we really must go."

Talon headed for the door, pausing only for Erim to get there. As soon as the Bolian was into the entrance of the lift, Talon followed him inside. Once the doors hissed shut, Talon left out a deep breath. Never before had he done anything on this scale. He was surprised he was able to carry it out. Even now, sweat was trickling down his temples. The good doctors probably would have thought he had the fever if they had observed it. Relieved it was behind them, Talon began to laugh.

Erim returned the laughter, practically falling over in fact. The entire thing had been exhilirating, and after so many years since his last heist, it was fun.

"Do you believe that? That was amazing! You were great!" the Bolian said, slapping Talon playfully on the back, "I can't believe they're actually going to quarantine the Venice. What I wouldn't give to see the reactions of that poor crew!"

Talon took his mask off and discarded it upon the floor of the lift. They couldn't exit the lift with them on, otherwise security might just escort them to the Venice. No. They couldn't stand out in the crowd at this point. They would have to blend in with the others milling about the station. If they ran, they might attract too much attention. They had to keep the same pace as everybody else.

"My fine blue friend," Talon suggested, "we're not quite done. It would be best to loose the mask. I take it you are good at blending in with the crowd?"

"Ah, of course, doctor. We can't get ahead of ourselves."

"Meet me in sick bay," Talon suggested.

Erim pulled off his mask and his blue jumpsuit, cramming it into a wall panel so no one would notice it right away. He didn't want someone to see it and follow them, thinking he had left it behind by mistake. Before the two men knew it, the lift had come to a full stop and the doors were hissing open. The Bolian picked up his pace of goodies, and with a casual smile stepped out of the lift ahead of Talon and into the population of the station.

Talon watched the Bolian disappear into the crowd. There was one last thing Talon needed to do to be less noticeable. He reached up and removed his earring, placing it in his pouch hanging off of his shoulder. Inside, he seemed to want to apologize to his ancestors for removing it. With that done, Talon stepped out and vanished into the crowd.

As he passed the Venice, he recognized the security personnel already beginning the lockdown procedure of quarantine. A very confused looking captain and crew was attempting their best to preventing it from happening. Security seemed to be winning the argument as more showed with phasers drawn.

Talon grinned and kept walking until he was aboard the Mary Rose. Once aboard, he paused to quickly replace his earring. Once it was in place, he headed to sick bay, hoping Erim had gotten through. The man did a good job; hopefully they had gotten everything they needed. It was unlikely the two of them could return station side. Security wold be looking for them.

The Bolian thief was already in sickbay, the case popped open on a table. He was doing a quick inventory of the supplies, going down the list to make sure he had gotten everything. Not that he could go back now.

"Take a look, doctor." he said when Talon caught up with him. He waved a gracious arm in the direction of the supplies as he stepped out of the way. "Is everything here?"

Talon retrieved the items one-by-one from the case, lining them up on a biobed. There was a gleam in his eye and the general feeling that they had stuck it to the powers that be. The underdog had finally won. Take that Federation.

"It looks like you got everything," Talon grinned. "You were great out there." He held out a hand toward the Bolian. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Erim took his hand graciously. "As with you, my friend. And to many more pleasant ventures."

He didn't know how often a doctor might ask him to steal for him, but it could become a common occurrence. One never really knew. After all, he was a man of many talents, not just common thievery. All the same, he hoped to forge a good relationship with the good man. It was the Bolian way to tend and befriend.


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Talon Joss
Field Medic
SS Mary Rose

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Erim Gleb
thief
SS Mary Rose