Compile# 3 April 13-19 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: A Fine and Private Place Day: 8 Stardate: 2408.01.22 Compile Summary (Davros III Mining Colony – Mining Tunnels -Ops- ENS (jg) Chance Raschen-1741) (Davros III Mining Colony – Mining Tunnels - CMO Lt (jg) Josh Caskie -1745) (Davros III Mining Colony– Tracker - Sharott Nachook - 1746) (Davros III Mining Colony- Mining Tunnels- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid-1750) (Davros III Mining Colony - Mining Tunnels - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - 1751) (Davros III Mining Colony - Mining Tunnels - Underground Chamber - Sec.O Ensign Ro'Dal - 1752) (Davros III Mining Colony- Mining Tunnels- CMO Lt (jg) Josh Caskie -1753) (Davros III Mining Colony– Tracker - Sharott Nachook - 1755) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony – Mining Tunnels -Ops- ENS (jg) Chance Raschen-1741) "Please Mister Nachook. Let's focus on the situation at hand. Doctor Caskie has need of your assistance. We can discuss the unfortunate events of that attack at a later time perhaps. Then maybe we can all come to an understanding as to the reason behind it. I'm certain that Mister Raschen realizes the desperate nature of the situation, after watching what happened to Abernathy." “Aye sir, I do indeed understand.” Chance said as he stood up straighter than before looking at Nachook and bowing his head saying “My condolences for your fallen comrades Mister Nachook.” Then Raschen noticed something moving in the tunnel when he raised his head back up. As Chance gripped his rifle, getting ready to raise it up into a firing position, he realized that someone else noticed the figure as well. "Looks like Lieutenant Janeway and…" Hezan started before Jono's voice cut him off. (Reply any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony – Mining Tunnels - CMO Lt (jg) Josh Caskie -1745) What would you be able to do, repairer of injuries to the body Jennifer Caskie?" Josh sighed and took another step forward. "To be honest I cannot promise to do anything that will definately help you. All I am willing to promise is that I will try my best. However, I think that you and I are seeking the same thing here. It is my job to find out what happened to the people here. Render aid to all here and, if there is a medical problem here that needs to be dealt with then I need to come up with a solution to that problem. You seem to know a great deal more about this problem than I do at present, so it is certainly in my interests to keep you alive as long as I can to find out what you know about it." "As to the ship in orbit, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but the nanites have mutated and we still have active nanites on that ship which may indeed be replicating as we speak. We all want to work with you to solve this problem. What we need at present is that you work with us." (Tag Tracker) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony– Tracker - Sharott Nachook - 1746) The repairer of injuries to the body looked at him. [To be honest I cannot promise to do anything that will definitely help you. All I am willing to promise is that I will try my best. However, I think that you and I are seeking the same thing here.] the female replied. [It is my job to find out what happened to the people here. Render aid to all here and, if there is a medical problem here that needs to be dealt with then I need to come up with a solution to that problem. You seem to know a great deal more about this problem than I do at present, so it is certainly in my interests to keep you alive as long as I can to find out what you know about it.] [As to the ship in orbit, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but the nanites have mutated and we still have active nanites on that ship which may indeed be replicating as we speak. We all want to work with you to solve this problem. What we need at present is that you work with us.] Nachook clicked his mandibles together in irritation. "Then that ship needs to be destroyed." he replied. "As I have not heard anything from my ship it can only be that they were injured and that they have died from the same toxins that course through my body, even now." He regarded her. She had no armored plates to protect her from injury. No enzymes to ensure that she would not survive if she was infected. Yet somehow he knew that she would be a reliable ally. Someone who would truly understand the seriousness of the situation and work to prevent it's spreading. "Very well, repairer of injuries to the body Caskie. Ask your questions, and I shall answer them to the best of my ability. And while we talk, I will allow you to render aid to me. But we must not tarry too long." (reply Caskie) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony- Mining Tunnels- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid-1750) =^=...No healer among my people would aid me. What would you be able to do, repairer of injuries to the body Jennifer Caskie?=^= "To be honest I cannot promise to do anything that will definitely help you. All I am willing to promise is that I will try my best. However, I think that you and I are seeking the same thing here." Caskie replied. "It is my job to find out what happened to the people here. Render aid to all here and, if there is a medical problem here that needs to be dealt with then I need to come up with a solution to that problem. You seem to know a great deal more about this problem than I do at present, so it is certainly in my interests to keep you alive as long as I can to find out what you know about it." "As to the ship in orbit, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but the nanites have mutated and we still have active nanites on that ship which may indeed be replicating as we speak. We all want to work with you to solve this problem. What we need at present is that you work with us." As Ahmed listened to Josh's reply, Charlie Raschen stepped up beside him and in a low tone whispered, "Sir; please ask him if they were the ones that attacked my ship and if so, why." "I'm not certain that is relevant at this moment Mister Raschen." Ahmed replied. “I think everyone has a right to know who tries to kill them and why. Besides, he may want to know what happened to his compatriots. I am making a reasonable request commander; wouldn’t you agree sir?” The Operations officer persisted. "I didn't say that I disagreed with you Ensign. I just don't think it prudent that I ask a member of another species during a first contact if he or his people tried to kill one of my officers. Be patient and we will get to that in due time." The tall alien must have overheard them talking despite their lowered voice, because it suddenly said, =^=If you were aboard the small vessel that entered the system after we had arrived, then we were the ones that attacked you and destroyed your vessel. It was our intention to destroy you along with the ship.=^= There was a stunned silence at the very blunt nature of the alien's admission. =^= It was our belief that you were infected or could be infected and therefore a threat to our attempts to quarantine this system until we could be certain that the threat was neutralized.=^= The alien regarded them both for a few moments, before Ahmed spoke. "Please Mister Nachook. Let's focus on the situation at hand. Doctor Caskie has need of your assistance. We can discuss the unfortunate events of that attack at a later time perhaps. Then maybe we can all come to an understanding as to the reason behind it. I'm certain that Mister Raschen realizes the desperate nature of the situation, after watching what happened to Abernathy." (reply Raschen iyw) "Looks like Lieutenant Janeway and…" Hezan started before Jono's voice cut him off. "Turn around with your hands up, No Joke Alpha. Do it NOW" He shouted. Ahmed turned slowly around to find a very wild-eyed Janeway with two other members of Bravo team pointing their Phaser Rifles at himself and his away team. "Jono, lower your weapon." Ahmed ordered calmly. "It's alright. What happened?" "Oh thank-god." The Security Chief said as he lowered his phaser rifle. He moved forward slightly, then looked down and promptly collapsed. The other two members of Bravo team stood there, weapons still very ready to come up firing at a moment's notice. "Bravo team, Stand down." Ahmed ordered. They hesitated. "I said stand down, that's a direct order." The two remaining members of the team lowered their weapons. And stood easier. "Mister Ro'Dal, assume command of Bravo team." he stepped toward her then in a lower voice said, "get me a report." Already the medical staff was tending to Janeway, The Alien stood by watching, before he spoke again to Caskie. =^=You should terminate him if he should prove infected. You would be doing him a mercy.=^= it said. (reply Caskie, Ro'Dal, Raschen, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony - Mining Tunnels - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - 1751) "Turn around with your hands up, No Joke Alpha. Do it NOW" He shouted his rifle raised at the high-ready, pointed at each member of the team, aquirining them systematicly, apparently searching for something. After everyone had turned around, Jono seemed reasonably pleased, apparently he had not found what he was looking for, "Oh thank-god." He visibly relaxed and looked down at his injuries and promptly collapsed. "Bravo team, Stand down." Ahmed ordered. They hesitated. "I said stand down, that's a direct order." Then they followed their orders. Now that the situation was under controll and Nate was reasonably sure that he wasn't going to catch a phaser blast in his back for his troubles, he grabbed his medkit and the stretcher and extended it to the appropriate length to hold the young Mister Janeway. At the Security Chief's side, Nate kneeled and placed his kit to his right and the gurney to his left, and got out his tricorder. He needed to scan Jono to ensure that moving him would not cause further injuries. ~No spinal trauma, good I can move him.~ Nate looked up to the security team, both crewmen, no officers to argue. "You two, get over here, you just became litter bearers." he ordered in a tone that wasn't used to being disobeyed. "You take his upper body and you take his hips and roll him to the left on my count.." he said as they got into position, ".. three, two, one, move." he said as the three acted in unison. Nate pulled the litter into position. "OK, roll him back on three, two, one, move." Now Jono was supine and squarely on the stretcher. "Thanks, you can go, I'll call if I need you." he said off handedly and started his deeper scan. While the scan completed, Nate gave him a visual once over from head to toe, multiple small lacerations, pale skin, cool and moist, blood on his lower extremities, multiple scorch marks on his uniform, which is also torn. He heard something the lobsteroid said about infection, and killing the patient. ~Not on my watch, I'll shove my tricorder up your scaley big rear end, you ugly excuse for a lobster dinner!~ But Nate kept his mouth shut, he knew better then to act on such impuses. [Scan complete] the tricorder read that Jono was suffering from hypovolemic shock. He'd lost some blood but not as much as it appeared from the tricorder readings. As Jono was still breathing and he had a pulse, before he could start replenishing Jono's fluids, he would have to tend to his lower extremity wounds before he could go any further. Nate did a scan specificly for the nanites, none showed. He grabed the broad spectrum antibiotic, no telling where he got the wound, but it wasn't important for now. He placed the now loaded hypo to Jono's deltoid and pressed the actuator. A loud hiss could be heard as the medication was introduced into the muscle tissue. Next Nate grabed the auto suture and set it to the narrowest setting. ~Now time to cauterize those pesky bleeders. Can't seal it up completely, there's too much debris in the wound to close it up.~ Nate though as he started to work. Using the tricorder to guide his aim, and he had the auto suture cast a guide beam to aim with, he systematicly started sealing blood vessels. Nate Glanced at Jono's vitals, [Blood Pressure 80 /40 mmHg Pulse 190 bpm, Respirations 30 Pulse Oximitry 73% Core Temperature 36.3 Degrees Celcius] ~Crap, he needs fluids. Why is he so dehydrated?~ He keyed in a sequence to the stretcher and it began synthesizing fluids and administering them to Jono. He tapped a few more keys and a weak forcefield was errected around Jono, enough to hold gas in, but any direct contact would pierce it. He then flooded Janeway's bubble with a higher concentration of oxygen. ~These guys were pretty heavily armed, maybe they were using the ion grenades.~ Nate thought, having seen there use plenty of times against the Cardies, and the Borg. They were very effective, but they also tended to pull moisture straight out of people's lungs as they inhaled, especially if they were a little too close to the minimum safe distance that was quoted in the manual of arms. ~ Ten meters my butt, they should make it fifteen.~ Nate glanced again at Jono's vital signs, [Blood Pressure 90/50 mmHg Pulse 130 bpm, Respirations 24 Pulse Oximitry 97% Core Temperature 37 Degrees Celcius] ~Good he's improving.~ "He's coming to..." Nate announce, "Lieutenant Janeway, sir, you took a nasty bump on your noggin, and the lack of fluids knocked you out, can you hear me? Don't move, just yet, sir." (Reply Janeway, Ahmed, Josh, any present) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony - Mining Tunnels - Underground Chamber - Sec.O Ensign Ro'Dal - 1752) The dismissal of her recommendation had not been unexpected. Ro' had plenty of experience in the hard-headed stubbornness of her superiors and suspected even as she'd made it, that it probably would be rejected out of hand. She gave a shrug, it was fine with her if they all would rather be in deadly danger than in the safety of the ship, if she had a choice she'd have been comfy and cosy on the Rose right now writing her reports on the away mission. ~Crazy fools!~ She listened as the creature discussed the possibility or not of healing with the Doctor. Finally the alien agreed for Caskie to try to treat his injury. ~Great, I hope she's quick, time is moving on people!~ Then Raschen and the FO were mumbling secretively together about something, Ro' wasn't sure what but it became apparent that the alien heard them, because he owned up to trying to destroy Raschen's ship in order for it not to become infested or, if it already was, to stop it from spreading the infestation. ~Can we just get moving?~ The Takaran shuffled a little, impatient to be gone from the chamber and from the menacing pile of rubble. "Please Mister Nachook. Let's focus on the situation at hand. Doctor Caskie has need of your assistance. We can discuss the unfortunate events of that attack at a later time perhaps. Then maybe we can all come to an understanding as to the reason behind it. I'm certain that Mister Raschen realizes the desperate nature of the situation, after watching what happened to Abernathy." (reply Raschen iyw) "Looks like Lieutenant Janeway and…" Hezan started, but the 20's voice cut him off. "Turn around with your hands up, No Joke Alpha. Do it NOW" Janeway shouted. ~Is he nuts? Has he been infested?~ Ro'Dal raised her hands above her head and turned around slowly, but she remained in possession of her rifle. It could be quickly brought to bear on the intruders if they proved to be enemies now. Janeway was with just two other members of Bravo team, who were pointing their Phaser Rifles at Alpha team. They all looked spooked but she could see that their eyes were normal. "Jono, lower your weapon." The FO ordered calmly. "It's alright. What happened?" "Oh thank-god." The Security Chief said as he lowered his phaser rifle. He moved forward slightly, then looked down and promptly collapsed. The other two members of Bravo team stood there, weapons still very ready to come up firing at a moment's notice. "Bravo team, Stand down." The Commander ordered. They hesitated, their attention drawn to Salid. Ro' lowered her weapon, unobtrusively changed the setting to stun and trained it on the two security officers, prepared to shoot them if they didn't comply. "I said stand down, that's a direct order." The FO demanded. Fortunately they lowered their weapons and stood easier. "Mister Ro'Dal, assume command of Bravo team." he stepped toward her then in a lower voice said, "get me a report." "Yes Sir." The Takaran replied and went over to where the two Bravo team members were standing and drew them aside. "Tell me what happened." She asked, and listened attentively as they hurriedly relayed their story. It gave her the creeps. They had come very close to becoming part of the infestation. "And you say there had to be at least a hundred of them there maybe more?" They both nodded. "Okay. Now your orders are to relieve those two who are watching that rubble pile." It was better to keep them occupied so that they didn't dwell on what had happened. They looked at her as if she was crazy and she scowled at them. "Just do it, there's something under that trying to get free. Tell the other two to go 30 metres up the tunnel you came down and keep watch, if those creatures decided to follow you, I want ample notification. I'll send some one to get them when we head out." ~If we ever do head out, at this rate we'll still be here for a month of Sundays.~ "Yes, sir!" The two of them chorused and hurried over to the rubble pile to relay her orders while she approached the First Officer to give him a run down on what had happened to Beta Team. Already the medical staff was tending to Janeway, The Alien stood by watching, before he spoke again to Caskie. =^=You should terminate him if he should prove infected. You would be doing him a mercy.=^= it said. (reply Salid, Raschen, Any) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony- Mining Tunnels- CMO Lt (jg) Josh Caskie -1753) Before Josh could even begin to help or question the alien there was a commotion from the other tunnel that lead into the cavern and finally Jono and the Bravo Security Team appeared. Ordering everyone in the Alpha team to raise their hands they held their weapons at the ready position and even after Janeway collapsed it took Bravo Team a few moments before they lowered them. Josh then realised that the alien had begun speaking to her again. Nachook clicked his mandibles together in irritation. "Then that ship needs to be destroyed." he replied. "As I have not heard anything from my ship it can only be that they were injured and that they have died from the same toxins that course through my body, even now." "Very well, repairer of injuries to the body Caskie. Ask your questions, and I shall answer them to the best of my ability. And while we talk, I will allow you to render aid to me. But we must not tarry too long." Josh nodded and walked up to him, all the while scanning him with her medical tricorder. "Ok, the first thing I need to know is the chemical composition of the enzymes that are being produced within your body. Once I know that hopefully I can find an antidote that will stop them progressing any further, healing your wounds should be a minor procedure after that." (Tag Nachook) Now, as to these nanites. You said that the Ferengi stole them from you. How did you get them? Did you manufacture them yourself ? Is there any antidote for them and how do we destroy them? We have a colony of humans infected here and I need to know every thing about these nanites if I am to deal with them. Josh decided it wise to keep to herself that Sickbay already had the arm in stasis, since she would rather not inform the alien of that just yet. Deciding to contact the ship as soon as she could and get them to transport everything back to the ship where it could be destroyed, she smiled at the alien. "You do not have to keep calling me 'Repairer of injuries Caskie. You can call me Josh, if you wish." (Tag Nachook) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Davros III Mining Colony– Tracker - Sharott Nachook - 1755) [Ok, the first thing I need to know is the chemical composition of the enzymes that are being produced within your body. Once I know that hopefully I can find an antidote that will stop them progressing any further, healing your wounds should be a minor procedure after that.] Nachook looked that the Human. He took one of his sponge-like appendages and forced it under one of his ruptured exoskeletal plates. It cam away saturated in Bright orange blood. "Here is a sample so that you may analyze the chemical compound." he said holding his blood soaked extremity out so that the repairer of bodies could conduct a scan of the enzymes in the blood. [Now, as to these nanites. You said that the Ferengi stole them from you. How did you get them? Did you manufacture them yourself ? Is there any antidote for them and how do we destroy them? We have a colony of humans infected here and I need to know every thing about these nanites if I am to deal with them.] "Yes, the Ferengi stole them from a prison." he replied. "We acquired them from another species. They call themselves the Borg. They came to our world over 10,000 cycles ago. They were intent on assimilating our culture, but they could not. Our biological distinctiveness was too divergent from theirs. They failed in their attempts, But we, captured some of them in our battles. And we dissected them to learn how they worked. We discovered the micromolecular machines coursing through their bodies and we extracted them. For 300-cycles we experimented and modified them until we discovered that they could be controlled and used for medical purposes. To increase our life spans and to repair some basic injuries to our bodies." "420 cycles ago, they became sentient and the leaders of my people tried to exterminate them for fear that they would force us into the Borg Collective. We have been at war since that day. At first they required a living host to survive, but they adapted and learned to maintain a host after it's biological functions had ceased. They then began to kill my people in great numbers. Several colonies were destroyed, our own homeworld was lay waste." Nachook bowed his head. "I have never seen the reclaimed homeworld, I am told that it is beautiful." Added wistfully, "There are resurgences. Outbreaks where colonies have lain in wait for the right moment to propagate. Then they seek a means off the world. So that they may survive and infect other species. The Bureau of Biological Cleansing was tasked to destroy them wherever they exist." He regarded the repairer of injuries a moment. "No, we do not manufacture them. They build themselves; stripping the resources they require from the living or dead host. When they outgrow their home, the body of the host, they seek a new host. If you destroy the central core of the colony, then the lesser castes consume the body at an alarming rate and destroy the shell they are inhabiting. They will exhaust their own resources and then they cannibalize each other. " There was a pause. "Your outpost is lost, as the colonies usually only inhabit the dead corpses of their hosts. They can infect and they can kill, and they usually do so in a horribly painful manner." "I have within me, a biological virus that we call the Socarian Matrix. Now that I am mortally wounded, the process has started, when I die, the chemical casing to the matrix will break down rapidly and the spores will attach themselves to all biological life. They will live for ten or twenty cycles, destroying all biological life that it makes contact with. They are very hearty and can survive the extremes of this planet with ease. Within three standard cycles, all biological life on this planet, or beneath it's surface will be destroyed." "Do you understand what I am saying repairer of injuries?" "You do not have to keep calling me 'Repairer of injuries Caskie. You can call me Josh, if you wish." the human replied. "Very well Josh, know that there is no antidote, there is only containment or destruction. We had recently captured a Colony Matriarch and had imprisoned her aboard a secured space facility pending her execution, when the Ferengi stole her away and brought her here." "She is the original sentient that I spoke to you about. She has experience and is very deadly. She will have established a breeding pool. From that pool all others have come. The colonies have a hierarchy of control. Every colony does her bidding. Without her, they would destroy themselves, just as a single colony is destroyed when their leading caste is destroyed. Find her and destroy her and every generation that she has spawned or that her descendants have spawned will be destroyed as well." "You must help me find her." he added. (reply Caskie, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------