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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Sickbay [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 01:14:55</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:10:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i361.photobucket.com/albums/oo57/epicbattlehero/392543cc5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara sighed as she placed the bag holding her personal laptop on the desk in her office on board the USS McNair.&nbsp; The suitcases that she was straggling along with went in the corner near her desk until she could find time to go back to her quarters and stow them there.&nbsp; Then, came her most prized possession.&nbsp; Setting her doggie carrier on the desk, she smiled and opened the lock on the kennel and braced herself as her &nbsp;Husky puppy named Daisy, (http://images02.olx.ie/ui/2/26/00/32622600_1.jpg) bounded out of the cage and looked up at her with curious eyes.&nbsp; "Yes, baby...This is where we will be calling home for quite some time to come," she said, leaning down and scratching behind her puppy's ears gently, before letting the creature roam free in her office.<br><br>The first real breath she felt she'd taken in the past few hours came out of her mouth in a deep exhale.&nbsp; She had made it.&nbsp; She was safely onboard the USS McNair and was set for the upcoming missions.&nbsp; That was all she could ask for.&nbsp; Her office was clean, neat and tidy.&nbsp; She had a lot to organize, and figuring out where things would go would be on her top priority list for tomorrow...Or later tonight, depending on how at ease she could get her mind in order for her to relax.&nbsp; She knew that she would end up getting a head start on everything.&nbsp; That was the way she was.&nbsp; Her work came first.&nbsp; It always had, and there little that she could do to change that flaw about herself.&nbsp; But, right now, she was going to take a minute and just let everything soak in.<br><br>At this time yesterday, she wasn't sure that she would be able to make it in time on this ship.&nbsp; The ship that she was supposed to travel on the meet the SS McNair had been found with glitches.&nbsp; Of all the inconveniences that she had ever experienced so close to a deadline, this one had to top the list.&nbsp; Stranded for almost eight hours, Sahara was sure that she would have to make a call to the ship's Commander, declining her spot on the ship.&nbsp; Luckily, or unluckily enough, depending on who you asked, everything had come up and running again, leaving Sahara with little, but just enough time to make it to where she needed to be.<br><br>A quick stop at the docking station had found her hastily moving her things around, trying to get them all gathered and secured before she was able to be transported onboard the USS McNair.&nbsp; Once here, she hadn't even thought to visit her quarters first.&nbsp; No, the first order of business had been to find her way straight here to the Sickbay, needing to get everything as set up as possible before the end of the day.&nbsp; Being that she had been delayed, Sahara was now filled with a sense of urgency, as if she was constantly running behind for something, when in actuality, she wasn't.&nbsp; One of the perks of her ever-evolving personality, she supposed.<br><br>Stretching her muscles quietly, she glanced at Daisy, noticing how the puppy was not clawing at her boots.&nbsp; "Yes, yes...I know...You're hungry," she murmured, settling down with one of the bags she had brought in with her.&nbsp; Rummaging through her things took a minute before she found what she was looking for.&nbsp; Two dog bowls and a bag of food for her precious creature.&nbsp; Setting it down, she gave Daisy an affectionate pat before realizing that she was in need of sustenance herself.<br><br>Looking longingly at the boxes of things that needed to be put away and dealt with, she sighed, considering her options.&nbsp; Eat, or get a start on her work...Eat or get a start on her work...Eat or get a start on her work...&nbsp; Getting up from her desk, she made sure to put Daisy on her leash before heading out of the Sickbay in search of some sort of kitchen area where she could find food, her reasoning being that nourishment would make her perform better with the tasks at hand.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 18:39:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.totalsportsmadness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Oksana_Andersson.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise stepped into the Medbay the next morning, well...Technically close to noon by Earth time, yawning softly.&nbsp; She had stopped in the Crew Lounge and gotten a cup of coffee thanks to the replicator, so she should be set for the next few hours in terms of waking up.&nbsp; That was a good thing since she had been on a little later than intended last night.&nbsp; <br><br>After she had gotten to the Lounge, she had found herself hanging out with a few of the crew members, particularly chatting up Lieutenant Karn, her escort to the place.&nbsp; She hadn't seen Avalona again, and had wondered what had kept the other woman from attending to the party in the lounge.&nbsp; The event had been welcomed; Cerise had wanted a way to calm her nerves after her hectic boarding of the ship.&nbsp; Though the alcohol that they served was not really alcohol, it served to do its job in calming her down.<br><br>Now, she was ready for work.&nbsp; She looked around the Medbay, seeing that there were things that still needed to be put away.&nbsp; However, she didn't know if she should put them away, or leave that for the CMO, who practically ran this place.&nbsp; Cerise was just there to help out when needed.&nbsp; Not a bad gig, if she thought about it.&nbsp; Be on a ship that was exploring the universe, and only having to work when your boss needed the help.<br><br>Speaking of her boss, Cerise had run into the woman last night at the lounge.&nbsp; She was a very pretty woman, ever confident and assured of what she was doing.&nbsp; She seemed like an interesting person to get to know.&nbsp; And, thinking about what she had witnessed last night, Cerise wasn't the only one interested in getting to know Dr. Tir, although Cerise wanted to get to know her in a platonic way.<br><br>She had noticed that the Doctor, and the Executive Officer seemed to be getting on quite well last night, and she had to wonder what was going on there.&nbsp; She knew that they weren't together as a couple.&nbsp; They were too formal with each other during the time she had seen them in the lounge to have been together romantically.&nbsp; However, Cerise could be wrong, since they disappeared together shortly after to the Holodeck.<br><br>Time would tell, she supposed as she settled down next to the X-ray machinery to play around and get used to the new equipment that she would be working with.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greywolf</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 19:53:29</strong>
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				A small alert tone comes from the CMO's office.&nbsp; A small box pops up on the workstation in that office.&nbsp; "Subspace download: EMH transfer in progress."&nbsp; A progress bar begins a slow countdown as the download takes place.&nbsp; After about 5 minutes, the box changes.&nbsp; "Transfer complete".&nbsp; &nbsp;Then the box closes.&nbsp; <br><br>A few seconds later a new box appears.&nbsp; "Unpacking transfer file".&nbsp; A progress bar again begins a slow countdown.&nbsp; After about 5 minutes, the box changes.&nbsp; "Unpacking complete."&nbsp; "Initiating Level 1 diagnostic of EHM".&nbsp; "Diagnostic complete".&nbsp; "EMH initiated and ready for use".<br><br>A few seconds latter the lights flicker just slightly.&nbsp; As the lights stabilize, the EMH materializes in the treatment area.&nbsp; In his male form, he looks around for a moment.&nbsp; He then kicks the floor as his face begins to show his anger.<br><br>"I'm gonna beat whoever packed me up like that and sent me over Subspace like a cheap holo-novel."&nbsp; He then begins grumbling softly to himself as he walks around in the sickbay.&nbsp; He looks around the area to familiarize himself a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 20:21:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/BastianBuxxwwwthe-men-experienceblogspotcom06.jpg?t=1294600289)</div> <br>It only took moments for Brady and Cerise to make it to sickbay. The ship was all aflutter with the yellow alert. Crew were at an increased state of anxiousness as this was their first heightened status since the left space dock. It didn’t help they were in the Romulan Neutral Zone on what was supposed to be an otherwise standard science mission.<br><br>“I wonder what’s happened?” Brady questioned aloud to his roommate. “I hope the Away Team is okay.” Brady bit his bottom lip in a bad habit of nervousness. That and nail biting. He couldn’t kick either habit. <br><br>His mind however had ventured to Lieutenant Tosh. The young human had only recently met the Angosian, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the older, stronger, larger man. It gave Brady goosebumps just to think about their brief encounter over spicy stew. Now Brady’s newfound boyfriend, or at least that was Brady’s delusional young mind considered them, was down on the planet and they were in yellow alert.<br><br>Entering sickbay, the first thing Brady noticed was the missing Chief Medical Officer. It wasn’t that big of a deal, she probably needed to attend to things elsewhere. There would be specific assignments for the crew automatically generated or worked out by another administrator. As Brady walked further inside, he was handed a PADD. <br><br>He read it quickly. Evidently the shielding on the ship was malfunctioning and sickbay needed to prepare for radiation contamination. Sickbay was currently being overseen by the Emergency Medical Hologram.<br><br>“The EMH?” Brady asked out loud.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greywolf</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 03:52:04</strong>
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				Michael looks up as the yellow alert klaxon sounds in the med-bay where he had been looking around in.&nbsp; He cocks his head as he attempts to access the main computer.&nbsp; His connection with the computer allowing him to quickly assess the situation that is occurring and bringing him up-to-date.&nbsp; Grumbling a bit to himself, "Great frickin' timing folks."<br><br>He turns toward the door as he hears it hiss open.&nbsp; He steps around the bio-bed he was next to.&nbsp; Just as he does, he hears the comment made by Brady.&nbsp; Still upset from his less than glorious transfer he replies a bit coarsely "Yes, what of it.&nbsp; Do you think I can't manage by myself."&nbsp; Having no clue who this person is, but at the moment he really didn't care.&nbsp; He half hoped it was the Captain.&nbsp; If it was, he would love to give him a piece of his mind right now.&nbsp; Figuratively obviously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 04:31:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The Sickbay doors hissed open and the Chief Medical Officer walked in, holding a datapad of information that she had retrieved from what she had seen from Commander Osiel's console on the bridge.&nbsp; She had walked into the Sickbay just in time to hear the comment that was made.&nbsp; "Good day, ladies and gentlemen..." She looked up seeing Cerise and Brady there, and then saw someone else.&nbsp; Or rather, something else.&nbsp; "And holographic beings," she amended, looking at Michael.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon closer thought, she realized that the person that had spoken when she entered was indeed Michael.&nbsp; "I would hope that you could certainly manage by yourself, or else I wouldn't let you within 50 feet of my Sickbay.&nbsp; Of course, it is also my hope that you never find yourself taking over the Sickbay for long periods of time, because then that would mean that I no longer have a job here, and that would be detrimental to so many people around.&nbsp; A bored Chief Medical Officer is a mischievous Medical Officer," she said, a smile crossing her lips.&nbsp; "Always remember that, my dears..."<br><br>"Now then, I believe introductions are in order, correct?"&nbsp; Sahara smiled sweetly as she looked at Michael.&nbsp; "Cerise, Brady...This is our new EMH..." Turning to the EMH, she smiled.&nbsp; "Doctor, Cerise DeCourti, and Brady Vincent, both ensigns and very good at what they do..."&nbsp; She turned to Brady, smiling at him.&nbsp; "I don't think we've gotten a chance to meet yet," she said.<br><br>"Now then, with that out of the way...We need to get down to business..." She walked over to her desk, and looked down, seeing that her puppy was sleeping under the desk.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; "Computer, can you please pull up the data regarding the chronitons that are in question right now?"&nbsp; She turned back to the three in front of her, her face a bit more serious now than it was before.&nbsp; "Doctor, are you familiar with chronitons and their effects?" she asked, directing her attention to the EMH for a moment.&nbsp; <br><br>As she waited for her answer, she turned back to Brady and Cerise briefly."I want you two to know exactly what we need to be prepared for.&nbsp; After you've looked over this data, we need to start preparing inoculations for the entire ship, as per the Captains orders," she said.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 20:58:57</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Kroken Liara in Engineering<br><br><em>=/\= Engineering to Sickbay.&nbsp; I think we have a medical emergency down in Engineering.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon is growing older.=/\=</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 06:09:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lt McGalleon in Engineering.</strong><br><br><strong>=/ Belay that order, Sick Bay, I will be fine...\=</strong>&nbsp; He sounded ancient, much like his still alive and thriving great grand father, a deep and booming, yet wizened base rumbling a bit shakily through trembling lips.&nbsp; Dun straightened his back and thrust his chest out which did not feel good at all but let him now he wasnt dead yet and stated with more authority, <strong>=/ Captain, this is Lt McGalleon.&nbsp; It appears these new chronitrons are having effects upon me biologically and thus probably are effecting every other living organism that has been exposed to them in the same fashion.&nbsp; I will head to sick bay for analysis immediately \=</strong><br><br>A few moments pass as Dun enters sick bay appearing to be in his late 50's and moving like he is much older.&nbsp; Spotting Doctor Tir, he moved cautiously in her direction, feeling a bit of vertigo for no reason at all, wobbling a bit.<br><br>"Sahara, I may have a bit of a medical mystery for you here...&nbsp; I seem to have aged rather quickly and I believe our new particles may be the culprit.&nbsp; Do you mind checking me out?"&nbsp; He smiled and didnt bother to hide it this time.&nbsp; He could see his wrinkled face in his periphery and it was scaring the hell out of even him.&nbsp; It wasnt his time yet and he had alot of living left to do.&nbsp; But he had faith in the medical corp of Starfleet and he knew he was in the best hands possible to work out this dilemma.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 07:02:27</strong>
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				The headache came again, pounding at the sides of his head like phaser blasts on ever weakening shields.&nbsp; Kavash stopped for a minute, bracing himself against the wall inside the door to sickbay.&nbsp; The symbiote seemed to be terribly distressed by something happening to him but Kavash couldn't tell what.&nbsp; Looking around for the CMO, Kavash noticed she was busy looking over a much older and obviously weakened Chief Engineer.&nbsp; Scanning the room again, a ravishing young ensign who was collecting information from a sleeping patient at a bio bed caught his eye.&nbsp; Her hair seemed to flow off her shoulder like silk and the curve of her body allowed the tight fitting starfleet uniform to slide naturally at every turn.&nbsp; Feeling a draw towards her, Kavash held his head and approached.<br><br>"Excuse me Ensign." He waited for her to turn to acknowledge him.&nbsp; "I see Dr Tir is busy, I've started feeling painful headaches which started soon after the ship started being effected by chroniton radiation.&nbsp; And my symbiote is distressed, which is not making the headaches any better."&nbsp; He smiled,&nbsp; his attempt at a bit of sarcastic humor, while humorous to him, didn't seem to come out very well considering his state of mind.&nbsp; "If you could take a look at me I'd appreciate it.&nbsp; The Captain needs me back on the bridge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 18:26:05</strong>
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				<strong>Captain on the Bridge</strong><br><br>=/\= Bridge to sickbay, prepare for incoming medical emergency. =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:20:17</strong>
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				=/\= Transporter room to sick bay.&nbsp; I'm beaming Lt. Lugus in now.&nbsp; =/\=<br><br>Lt.&nbsp; Lugus would materialize in the quarantine room of sick bay.&nbsp; While it was hard to see on his Vulcan features the science officer had already lost a year as his age continued to reverse because of the chroniton emissions.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:40:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Tosh materializing just after Lugus</strong><br><br>Tosh materialized, standing in the middle of the room which seemed to be aflutter with activity.&nbsp; The man had yet to see his own reflection for Lugus was not the only one to be subject to the effects of the chroniton emissions.&nbsp; McGalleon was also there with a marked change.&nbsp; The man had aged and not just by a few years.&nbsp; He appeared to be taken care of, so Tosh looked around.&nbsp; He found a familiar face.&nbsp; Ensign Vincent was there.&nbsp; Tosh gave an involuntary smile before he moved over to the young man.<br><br>"I see we meet again though not under ideal circumstances."&nbsp; Tosh said to the young man.&nbsp; Little did he know that his appearance had shifted a bit.&nbsp; He didn't feel any different though that might be because of his genetically modified background.&nbsp; His hair at the sides near his sideburns had begun to grey, his face held a few more lines than before.&nbsp; It was if he had aged about ten years though thanks to his regenerative properties, his body had taken to it favorably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:03:34</strong>
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				<strong>Brady Vincent, giving radiation inoculations</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/4b532811a8434.jpg?t=1294945368)</div><br>Brady didn’t wait very long after their discussion with Doctor Tir to begin giving inoculations in the prevention of radiation poisoning. Quickly things changed. A medical emergency was called from the bridge. It was in regards to Lieutenant Lugus who was returning to the ship in a medical emergency. Brady bit his bottom lip. Vulcans were a resilient species and something that affected one…it was frightening.<br><br>His mind then shot to Lieutenant Tosh. Brady’s brow furrowed in a worry. Only moments later his eyes met the materializing Tosh and he smiled with a sigh. “Lieutenant. When I heard the medical emerg…I mean…I’m glad you’re safe.” Delicately reaching out, he put a hand on Tosh’s cheek and gently pushed it to the side. Brady’s other hand was brought up and he inoculated the Angosian. He massaged the point of impact for a moment with his thumb.<br><br>“I’m sure your Angosian physiology doesn’t need the extra protection.” Brady shrugged. “But I wouldn’t want to take any chances.” Brady’s hand then moved up Tosh’s neck and jaw. It was not meant in an erotic manner at all. The young nurse noticed a significant amount of gray. He ran his fingers through the temple hair. “You’re old…”<br><br>What? It was like he couldn’t edit his comments. They just popped out. It was like he was a kid again, saying whatever came to his mind. Brady bit the inside of his cheek. It wasn’t how he thought it would come out. “I mean…you’re perfect…err…when you went down you didn’t have this much gray. I remember.” Brady than ran his fingers over the lines on Tosh’s forehead and around his lips. “Lieutenant, you’ve aged.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:38:49</strong>
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				<strong>Tosh, allowing Brady to perform his preliminary exam</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5242/5352757906_746c79d518_m.jpg)</div>The large man did not seem to take any further meaning from Brady's statement other than an observation where as others might take offense.&nbsp; Even before the chroniton exposure the man was older than Brady.&nbsp; The fact had not changed only the degree.&nbsp; What he was more concerned about in the moment was the fact that the young man was running his hand over his neck and face, and while it felt pleasing, Tosh knew it could be for no other purpose than to inspect the apparent changes that the emissions had had on him.<br><br>Remaining rather calm and collected, Tosh merely blinked and gave a nod to the young man.&nbsp; "It is not surprising actually.&nbsp; Lt. Lugus seems to be aging backwards, and I see Lt. McGalleon has aged just as I have.&nbsp; Clearly the chronitons are having a rather unexpected effect on us all.&nbsp; Even you..."&nbsp; Tosh stated, as he took notice of Brady's features.&nbsp; His own larger hand came up to tilt the young man's head up so he could have a better look.&nbsp; His thumb idly rubbed down&nbsp; Brady's cheek as he took note.&nbsp; "You might want to have Dr. Tir give you each a look over.&nbsp; I don't think any of the crew&nbsp; have been spared."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:04:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4125219#msg4125219">Quote from: orderNchaos on 13-01-2011, 07:02:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The headache came again, pounding at the sides of his head like phaser blasts on ever weakening shields.&nbsp; Kavash stopped for a minute, bracing himself against the wall inside the door to sickbay.&nbsp; The symbiote seemed to be terribly distressed by something happening to him but Kavash couldn't tell what.&nbsp; Looking around for the CMO, Kavash noticed she was busy looking over a much older and obviously weakened Chief Engineer.&nbsp; Scanning the room again, a ravishing young ensign who was collecting information from a sleeping patient at a bio bed caught his eye.&nbsp; Her hair seemed to flow off her shoulder like silk and the curve of her body allowed the tight fitting starfleet uniform to slide naturally at every turn.&nbsp; Feeling a draw towards her, Kavash held his head and approached.<br><br>"Excuse me Ensign." He waited for her to turn to acknowledge him.&nbsp; "I see Dr Tir is busy, I've started feeling painful headaches which started soon after the ship started being effected by chroniton radiation.&nbsp; And my symbiote is distressed, which is not making the headaches any better."&nbsp; He smiled,&nbsp; his attempt at a bit of sarcastic humor, while humorous to him, didn't seem to come out very well considering his state of mind.&nbsp; "If you could take a look at me I'd appreciate it.&nbsp; The Captain needs me back on the bridge."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Please," Cerise murmured, looking around at Kavash.&nbsp; "Have a seat," she told him, gesturing to the biobed that was to her right.&nbsp; Going over to the cabinet, she scanned the contents inside.&nbsp; "Poor thing," she murmured softly, investigating his head, and the surrounding areas.&nbsp; <br><br>"How long ago did this episode start?" she asked, letting her soft fingertips massage his temples gently.&nbsp; As she waited for him to answer, she turned her head to find one of the tricoders that were in supply in the Sickbay.&nbsp; Turning the device on, and holding both parts in her hands, she scanned it over Kavash's entire upper body, and looked at the screen waiting for the data to analyze and process itself.&nbsp; She was hoping that it wasn't anything serious, as she would hate to lose someone so interesting aboard the ship.<br><br><br>"I don't think I've ever seen you around before," she murmured both to herself and him, a bit idly as she waited for the readings to come up.&nbsp; "Have you fallen or knocked into anything recently?" she asked, looking at him.&nbsp; She wanted to find out as much about his recent history as possible.&nbsp; While she wanted to be sure that this was just a normal headache, do to the conditions aboard the ship, which itself, was not promising at the moment, she couldn't be certain.<br><br>"It seems that everyone is aging," she said, looking around at him.&nbsp; "Have you felt any signs of such distress?" she asked.&nbsp; It was safe to ask that.&nbsp; Might as well take care of everything that could be ailing the Lieutenant before she let him walk out of here.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:38:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4121021#msg4121021">Quote from: Aether on 12-01-2011, 06:09:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lt McGalleon in Engineering.</strong><br><br><strong>=/ Belay that order, Sick Bay, I will be fine...\=</strong>&nbsp; He sounded ancient, much like his still alive and thriving great grand father, a deep and booming, yet wizened base rumbling a bit shakily through trembling lips.&nbsp; Dun straightened his back and thrust his chest out which did not feel good at all but let him now he wasnt dead yet and stated with more authority, <strong>=/ Captain, this is Lt McGalleon.&nbsp; It appears these new chronitrons are having effects upon me biologically and thus probably are effecting every other living organism that has been exposed to them in the same fashion.&nbsp; I will head to sick bay for analysis immediately \=</strong><br><br>A few moments pass as Dun enters sick bay appearing to be in his late 50's and moving like he is much older.&nbsp; Spotting Doctor Tir, he moved cautiously in her direction, feeling a bit of vertigo for no reason at all, wobbling a bit.<br><br>"Sahara, I may have a bit of a medical mystery for you here...&nbsp; I seem to have aged rather quickly and I believe our new particles may be the culprit.&nbsp; Do you mind checking me out?"&nbsp; He smiled and didnt bother to hide it this time.&nbsp; He could see his wrinkled face in his periphery and it was scaring the hell out of even him.&nbsp; It wasnt his time yet and he had alot of living left to do.&nbsp; But he had faith in the medical corp of Starfleet and he knew he was in the best hands possible to work out this dilemma.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>"Dun?" she asked, looking at him, a bit flabbergasted.&nbsp; For a moment when he walked into the Sickbay, she had to do a double take.&nbsp; She had sworn that it was someone that she didn't know.&nbsp; Now, she did and that didn't make the situation any better.&nbsp; "I...What happened to you?" she asked, knowing the answer from the minute that her completed sentence was out of her mouth.<br><br>The chronitons.&nbsp; The same thing that the Captain had warned her of being weary of.&nbsp; Talk about excellent timing.&nbsp; Chaos.&nbsp; Chaos was what she was used to.&nbsp; She thrived in it.&nbsp; It made her feel accomplished, and like she was doing something.&nbsp; "If you're in here, and you've aged this much already, does that mean..."&nbsp; She cut herself off from finishing her sentence when she realized that basically the only persons not in her Medbay that had really gone down with the away team was the Captain and Sam.&nbsp; <br><br>Using her communicator pin, she pressed it.&nbsp; <br><br>=/\= Sickbay to Captain Mitchell.&nbsp; Captain, this is Lieutenant Tir.&nbsp; We seem to have a state of chaos right now, as the effects of the chronitons are showing.&nbsp; I think it would be a good idea to call a meeting with the Senior Officers so we can figure out how to deal with this.&nbsp; =/\=<br><br>When she sent the transmission, she knew that the Captain would get it.&nbsp; The other thing that she knew she had to do was make sure that everyone else in her Sickbay was attended to.&nbsp; Looking around, Cerise was attending to Lieutenant Kavash, and she would be working with McGalleon.&nbsp; "Brady, when you get done with Lieutenant Tosh," she said, giving the weapons officer a sweet smile.&nbsp; "Can you do some preliminary diagnostics on Lieutenant Lugus, please?"&nbsp; Although it was a question, the tone of her voice left no room for dispute as she turned back around to McGalleon.&nbsp; "Do you know of anyone else on the ship that this has affected?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 23:42:08</strong>
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				Dun chuckled.&nbsp; He looked about him with a grand flourish and said in his most light hearted attempt to sound cheery.&nbsp; "It would seem that even the ships biological components are being adversely effected by the chronitrons.&nbsp; I would most likely think that not one of the ships eighty crew have been spared, though it appears that I aged alot quickly and am holding at what looks like my fathers age.&nbsp; He is 59."<br><br>Looking over to an open bed and then smiling back to Sahara, he made his way over to it slowly and sat, easing himself onto the surface gingerly.&nbsp; "I expected a handful more memories to mull over once I got here though, and it looks like launching a new ship design for The Federation is all one needs to grow a face full of wrinkles.&nbsp; The red is still looking quite good though, dont you think?"&nbsp; He looked across the bay at a reflection of himself in one of the wall panels and ran his fingers through his thick hair.&nbsp; It wasnt as vibrantly red, though it wasnt white either.&nbsp; Dun laughed with a wink at Sahara.&nbsp; "Perhaps this will not be a bad thing after all, though my joints are killing me!"<br><br>Dun straightened his lips slowly and took on that intense look of the engineer he had been trained to be, his eyes twinkling as he leaned forward, holding the doctors gaze with his own.&nbsp; "What we do need to know is how much time we have so I can work on this problem.&nbsp; I dont have an inkling of an idea yet to what exactly we are dealing with and what its doing to us physiologically, but the reversal may be more strenuous..."<br><br>Dun looked around him and thought to ask, "Is the away team all back yet?&nbsp; We may want to leave the area for safeties sake..."&nbsp; He could not quite finish his thought process as another wave of vertigo hit him.&nbsp; Dun leaned over and onto an elbow, but he knew that he had just barely caught himself from falling from the table entirely.&nbsp; "Gosh, Doctor," he said playfully, "I cant tell you when last I ate or something else in my body sure doesnt like this change, afixa m'up!"&nbsp; He let himself fall back on the table completely as he panted a bit from what appeared to be exertion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:04:39</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell from the bridge, with red alert sounding</strong><br><br>=/\= Captain Mitchell to senior officers, report to the observation lounge. =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 03:03:59</strong>
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				<strong>Brady wondering what the hell’s happening</strong><br><br>With a bit of shock, Brady felt Lieutenant Tosh’s hand on his cheek. He instinctively leaned into it and then blushed. The young…younger even still…nurse nearly giggled.<br><br><em>"Brady, when you get done with Lieutenant Tosh," she said, giving the weapons officer a sweet smile.&nbsp; "Can you do some preliminary diagnostics on Lieutenant Lugus, please?"&nbsp; Although it was a question, the tone of her voice left no room for dispute as she turned back around to McGalleon.&nbsp; "Do you know of anyone else on the ship that this has affected?"</em><br><br>Brady moved back as the Chief Medical Officer spoke. “Of course Doctor.” He backed up further. “Lieutenant, please contact me if you need anything else.” Brady grabbed the hypospray he dropped and a medical tricorder, heading to the quarantine chamber.<br><br>He heard the Captain’s voice over the comm link to the Chief Security and Medical Officers. Before leaving main sickbay, Brady looked back to Tosh and smiled.<br><br>The chamber was a room similar to a cell in the brig. It was fully encased in a protective containment field. Inside the room Lieutenant Lugus was in a stasis field. The stasis, however, had not stopped the de-aging process the Vulcan seemed to be experiencing. “Computer, activate a quarantine field around the stasis field.” The light flashing signified the engagement of the field. He tapped the console next to the shield wall. The shield responded by dropping.<br><br>Brady moved to the Lieutenant’s side and read the computer panel. The Vulcan’s vitals didn’t look good. He was regressing at a rapid rate and his body couldn’t keep up. Basically the body before the nurse was just a husk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 06:10:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4127486#msg4127486">Quote from: Pixilicious on 13-01-2011, 22:04:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Please," Cerise murmured, looking around at Kavash.&nbsp; "Have a seat," she told him, gesturing to the biobed that was to her right.&nbsp; Going over to the cabinet, she scanned the contents inside.&nbsp; "Poor thing," she murmured softly, investigating his head, and the surrounding areas.&nbsp; <br><br>"How long ago did this episode start?" she asked, letting her soft fingertips massage his temples gently.&nbsp; As she waited for him to answer, she turned her head to find one of the tricoders that were in supply in the Sickbay.&nbsp; Turning the device on, and holding both parts in her hands, she scanned it over Kavash's entire upper body, and looked at the screen waiting for the data to analyze and process itself.&nbsp; She was hoping that it wasn't anything serious, as she would hate to lose someone so interesting aboard the ship.<br><br><br>"I don't think I've ever seen you around before," she murmured both to herself and him, a bit idly as she waited for the readings to come up.&nbsp; "Have you fallen or knocked into anything recently?" she asked, looking at him.&nbsp; She wanted to find out as much about his recent history as possible.&nbsp; While she wanted to be sure that this was just a normal headache, do to the conditions aboard the ship, which itself, was not promising at the moment, she couldn't be certain.<br><br>"It seems that everyone is aging," she said, looking around at him.&nbsp; "Have you felt any signs of such distress?" she asked.&nbsp; It was safe to ask that.&nbsp; Might as well take care of everything that could be ailing the Lieutenant before she let him walk out of here.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Then ensign's soothing touch and demeanor seemed to calm his headache a bit as he sat on the bio bed and let her run her scans.&nbsp; There was something very soothing and attractive about the way that she rubbed his temples and questioned him about his symptoms.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I don't think I've ever seen you around before....Have you fallen or knocked into anything recently?"</em>&nbsp; Kavash couldn't tell through the pulses in his head, but it seemed to him that she was flirting with him.&nbsp; Looking over her body quickly as she read the tricorder, a bit of a crafty grin grew across his lips which was quickly replaced by a frown and a furrowed brow as the next wave of strong pulses tore through his head.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know about aging.&nbsp; I do feel a bit more energetic and frisky."&nbsp; He looked quickly up at her face to see if she registered the comment.&nbsp; Kavash definitely felt more like he did when he was a brand new cadet at the academy than a seasoned Lieutenant with a number of years of experience behind him.&nbsp; "The headaches are pretty bad though, and my symbiote is definitely being effected by something.&nbsp; Aside from the headaches I could honestly tell you I feel a bit younger but that may just be a result of the company"&nbsp; His grin grew a bit bigger as he caught her eyes for a long moment.&nbsp; ""I actually just arrived today, came over from the Intrepid before we arrived in system.&nbsp; Figures something like this happens on my first day."&nbsp; He gave a jovial chuckle, then cringed as another wave of pulses surged through his head.<br><br><em>=/\= Captain Mitchell to senior officers, report to the observation lounge. =/\=</em><br><br>Kavash groaned at the call like a teenager being called to dinner in the middle of his favorite holovid.&nbsp; He really wanted the attractive ensign to keep rubbing his temples, but finishing her scans and giving him a shot to stop the pain would have to suffice.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 13:10:41</strong>
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				<em>Ensign Kroken in Engineering</em><br><br>=/\= Ensign Kroken to Lieutenant McGalleon, It appears that we have a cascade failure of bio-neural gel packs on the outer shell of the ship that is effecting ships systems.&nbsp; I'm going to send maintenance crews out to get samples so we can better diagnose what is happening to them.=/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 15:51:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Tosh still fit for duty and heading to the observation lounge</strong><br><br>“<em>Lieutenant, please contact me if you need anything else.</em>” <br><br>"I definitely will, Ensign."&nbsp; He said, pulling his hand back and then turning to the door.&nbsp; Tosh hoped his aging was not off-putting to the young man.&nbsp; He was already older than him, and he did not want to let this problem, whether temporary or permanent, to affect the friendship they had.&nbsp; Of course, Tosh was hoping he might progress it further than that if duty allowed.&nbsp; He would worry about such things later though.&nbsp; Right now, he had to report to a, no doubt, important meeting.<br><br><em>Moving to Observation Lounge</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 01:47:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4127869#msg4127869">Quote from: Aether on 13-01-2011, 23:42:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dun chuckled.&nbsp; He looked about him with a grand flourish and said in his most light hearted attempt to sound cheery.&nbsp; "It would seem that even the ships biological components are being adversely effected by the chronitrons.&nbsp; I would most likely think that not one of the ships eighty crew have been spared, though it appears that I aged alot quickly and am holding at what looks like my fathers age.&nbsp; He is 59."<br><br>Looking over to an open bed and then smiling back to Sahara, he made his way over to it slowly and sat, easing himself onto the surface gingerly.&nbsp; "I expected a handful more memories to mull over once I got here though, and it looks like launching a new ship design for The Federation is all one needs to grow a face full of wrinkles.&nbsp; The red is still looking quite good though, dont you think?"&nbsp; He looked across the bay at a reflection of himself in one of the wall panels and ran his fingers through his thick hair.&nbsp; It wasnt as vibrantly red, though it wasnt white either.&nbsp; Dun laughed with a wink at Sahara.&nbsp; "Perhaps this will not be a bad thing after all, though my joints are killing me!"<br><br>Dun straightened his lips slowly and took on that intense look of the engineer he had been trained to be, his eyes twinkling as he leaned forward, holding the doctors gaze with his own.&nbsp; "What we do need to know is how much time we have so I can work on this problem.&nbsp; I dont have an inkling of an idea yet to what exactly we are dealing with and what its doing to us physiologically, but the reversal may be more strenuous..."<br><br>Dun looked around him and thought to ask, "Is the away team all back yet?&nbsp; We may want to leave the area for safeties sake..."&nbsp; He could not quite finish his thought process as another wave of vertigo hit him.&nbsp; Dun leaned over and onto an elbow, but he knew that he had just barely caught himself from falling from the table entirely.&nbsp; "Gosh, Doctor," he said playfully, "I cant tell you when last I ate or something else in my body sure doesnt like this change, afixa m'up!"&nbsp; He let himself fall back on the table completely as he panted a bit from what appeared to be exertion.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara sighed as she heard the message that was transmitted, summoning all the senior officers to the Observation Lounge.&nbsp; She wouldn't get any work done at this rate, especially with a roomful of people that needed to be taken care of.&nbsp; At least, most of them were going to be going with her to the meeting.&nbsp; "I don't believe the entire away team is back yet.&nbsp; I have not seen the Captain, nor Commander MacReady," she said, wondering where Sam was, and if he was indeed okay.&nbsp; She could only imagine the effects of the chronitons on him.<br><br>Pushing that from her mind, she turned, looking at MacGalleon once more.&nbsp; "I'll help you to the Sickbay," she said with a smile as she reached for a bottle of electrolytes, that would definitely be of help to the Engineering Lieutenant right now.&nbsp; She was keeping her calm, and taking things in stride.&nbsp; "Here," she said, getting ready to toss him the container, but then thinking better of it, and handing it to him gently.<br><br>"Drink this," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "It should hold you up," she told him.&nbsp; "Other than that, I don't know what we can do as of right now.&nbsp; I'm sure if we put our heads together, we can come up with something," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "While you finish that, I'm going to be getting my things together, and then I'll help you along to the Medbay," she said with a smile that resonated her caring and compassionate nature.<br><br>"Brady...How is..."&nbsp; the words were cut from her mouth as she turned around and saw that Lugus was well...no more.&nbsp; "I trust that you will properly attend to him by the time I get back from this meeting, correct?" she asked, looking at him.&nbsp; "And Cerise," she said with a fond smile on her face.&nbsp; "Please make sure that there is some semblance of order to the Sickbay when I get back.&nbsp; I'll be sure to keep you two informed as we go along," she told the other woman, and then looked at Brady to make sure that he understood what she was saying.&nbsp; "We need to be prepared for the worst," she murmured.<br><br>Everyone was aging, or de-aging, judging from the way that Lt. Teel was looking at her redheaded Ensign.&nbsp; Sahara could only wonder what was in store for her.&nbsp; As far as she could tell, she felt fine.&nbsp; Though, she couldn't see her own appearance, she was sure that she was not aging.&nbsp; At least, not yet.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 02:02:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4129645#msg4129645">Quote from: orderNchaos on 14-01-2011, 06:10:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Then ensign's soothing touch and demeanor seemed to calm his headache a bit as he sat on the bio bed and let her run her scans.&nbsp; There was something very soothing and attractive about the way that she rubbed his temples and questioned him about his symptoms.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I don't think I've ever seen you around before....Have you fallen or knocked into anything recently?"</em>&nbsp; Kavash couldn't tell through the pulses in his head, but it seemed to him that she was flirting with him.&nbsp; Looking over her body quickly as she read the tricorder, a bit of a crafty grin grew across his lips which was quickly replaced by a frown and a furrowed brow as the next wave of strong pulses tore through his head.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know about aging.&nbsp; I do feel a bit more energetic and frisky."&nbsp; He looked quickly up at her face to see if she registered the comment.&nbsp; Kavash definitely felt more like he did when he was a brand new cadet at the academy than a seasoned Lieutenant with a number of years of experience behind him.&nbsp; "The headaches are pretty bad though, and my symbiote is definitely being effected by something.&nbsp; Aside from the headaches I could honestly tell you I feel a bit younger but that may just be a result of the company"&nbsp; His grin grew a bit bigger as he caught her eyes for a long moment.&nbsp; ""I actually just arrived today, came over from the Intrepid before we arrived in system.&nbsp; Figures something like this happens on my first day."&nbsp; He gave a jovial chuckle, then cringed as another wave of pulses surged through his head.<br><br><em>=/\= Captain Mitchell to senior officers, report to the observation lounge. =/\=</em><br><br>Kavash groaned at the call like a teenager being called to dinner in the middle of his favorite holovid.&nbsp; He really wanted the attractive ensign to keep rubbing his temples, but finishing her scans and giving him a shot to stop the pain would have to suffice.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I can't really seem to pull up any sort of definitive explanation as to what's causing it right now.&nbsp; My best, educated guess, would be that it's an unwanted side effect of being exposed to the chronitons," she told him.&nbsp; "Is it better or worse when I touch you?" Cerise murmured, her voice soft and airy as it normally was as she looked at the Lieutenant standing in front of her.&nbsp; "Perhaps it would be best if you came back later on.&nbsp; After your meeting," she clarified.&nbsp; "I'd like to run some more scans, and monitor your other vital functions," she told him.&nbsp; <br><br>Cerise made a note of that on the datapad that was next to her.&nbsp; Hearing the Lieutenant speak, she smiled, looking up.&nbsp; "Aren't all men frisky when in the presence of a female, no matter their species?" she teased back, her voice low, and her lips in a smirk as she eyed him.&nbsp; With a wink, she smiled, and removed her soft fingers from his temples, only to readjust them onto another spot a little further up on his forehead.<br><br>"Easy...Just relax," she said softly, noticing that another wave of pain was hitting him.&nbsp; "It will pass, I'm sure," she said.&nbsp; "Just give it a minute or so," she all but cooed soothingly.&nbsp; "I can give you a shot, so as to help with the pain for the time being," Cerise told him, her voice sounding a bit helpful.&nbsp; "If anything, it should make your meeting a bit more bearable."<br><br>Turning, she reached into the cabinet, looking for the syringe that would be needed to administer the shot.&nbsp; Her cheeks were heating up, and she couldn't help but think it was a result of the Lieutenant she was speaking to being so near.&nbsp; His easy-going nature intrigued her, and she was more than happy that he seemed to be one of her more content patients.&nbsp; "So now, you're trying to blame me for your current burst of youth?" she asked, smiling brilliantly at him.&nbsp; She held his eyes, making sure to keep him occupied as she administered the shot.&nbsp; "I must admit," she said, retracting the syringe.&nbsp; "I have been blamed for many things, but never a man's youth," she murmured, biting her bottom lip.&nbsp; "I think I rather like it..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 09:55:53</strong>
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				Kavash had been thoroughly enjoying the ensign's touch on his head.&nbsp; Her soft delicate fingers on his skin seemed to be healing the headaches, pushing them away, until he realized that the blood required to make his head pound was being diverted to other parts of his body.&nbsp; He blushed a little, trying to take a deep breath to relax himself.&nbsp; Kavash winced at the quick bite of the hypospray and reached up to rub his neck as he felt the pain killer flow into his body.<br><br><em>"So now, you're trying to blame me for your current burst of youth?" she asked, smiling brilliantly at him.&nbsp; She held his eyes, making sure to keep him occupied as she administered the shot.&nbsp; "I must admit," she said, retracting the syringe.&nbsp; "I have been blamed for many things, but never a man's youth," she murmured, biting her bottom lip.&nbsp; "I think I rather like it..."</em><br><br>Hearing her mischievous response to his remark, Kavash smiled slyly, cocking his head slightly to the side.&nbsp; Well the Chroniton radiation <em>might</em> have had something to do with it, but it's hard to deny the effect you have on me." His eyes quickly looked down towards his waist then back up at her face with a big grin.&nbsp; He felt like he was eighteen again in the presence of an older woman who found him interesting.&nbsp; "I should get to the observation lounge.&nbsp; I'll definitely be back after so you can examine me better."&nbsp; His eyebrows jumped quickly as if trying to illustrate he'd really enjoy a full examination from the ensign at a later point.&nbsp; Turning quickly, but still looking back at her, he slammed directly into a bio bed.&nbsp; He grinned nervously still looking back to see if she had seen his display of nervous unbalanced idiocy.&nbsp; Reaching the corridor he stopped and took a deep breath, which was quickly surprised away when he opened his eyes and saw his young eighteen year old self staring back at him in the smooth black paneling on the opposite wall.&nbsp; "Oh this is just great!!"&nbsp; He said rolling his eyes and trying to focus on his task.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 10:37:43</strong>
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				"Electrolytes it is...&nbsp; I could sure use a Guinness..."<br><br>Dun took the bottle and swallowed as much of it down as he could in one go, knowing that the best place for this was within his system.&nbsp; He needed to focus, even though he felt like a good ole stout and a holiday.&nbsp; There seemed to always be a need for knowledge and problem solving when things were at there worst, but it usually meant that his ship was the one suffering, not him.&nbsp; All he could think about was the capabilities of the Gatekeeper system and whether or not they could be used to aid their situation.&nbsp; It was not, however, his field of expertise.&nbsp; The use of power and fields was meant to protect them from exposure.&nbsp; When it came to correcting exposure, he needed a diagnostician.<br><br>He sighed heavily as he tossed back the last of the bottle.&nbsp; Looking up at the ceiling aimlessly, he imagined a farm that he had always dreamed of.&nbsp; Growing old was a thing that usually took time.&nbsp; Yet, he found himself in that place now, on the edge of Romulan space.&nbsp; <em>Cant grow cabbages here</em>, he thought with mirth.<br><br>"Well, we cant a keep the Capt'n waitin'."&nbsp; The dialect was sneaking back in without so much as a thought, or maybe that was it.&nbsp; He could not keep it at bay.&nbsp; There was too much slipping through his cognitive process to keep it at arms length like he liked.&nbsp; Too much to fix and it seemed like time was under assault by the very thing they were sent to investigate.&nbsp; He wondered for the first time why it was exactly that they were here and why he had decided to give the Federation a platform with which to expose him to such insidious effects.<br><br>"Damn, I am old.&nbsp; Computer, I need a cane."&nbsp; There was a familiar whirring somewhere as his request was replicated.&nbsp; With some innate inner guidance, he eased himself from the table and found it, tried it on for size and found that it aided his stability.&nbsp; <em>So be it, best to embrace that which you cant change and endeavor to discover how to fix it, for the sake of all of us.</em><br><br>Sahara.&nbsp; She was such a beautiful lass.&nbsp; He could almost focus on the fact that she had said he was to do something or go somewhere.&nbsp; Or had she.&nbsp; He couldnt recall.&nbsp; <br><br>His life was one of abandonment, the mother of his children had decided that a life free of Starfleet was more important than their life together.&nbsp; The weight of his children being fatherless hit him hard.&nbsp; The good doctor and his fellow crew represented to him a family that would never leave him of their own accord.&nbsp; Theirs was a dedication above such desires as personal freedom.&nbsp; They all strived to serve above and beyond themselves.&nbsp; He knew he needed to embrace this, pay heed to Sahara's advice, if he could only remember what it was.&nbsp; <em>Best not to look stupid in front of the pretty lady, man, act like you have a spine.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Dun berated himself, as he always did.&nbsp; He knew his wife leaving him was a complication of his own desires to be where his insight flourished.&nbsp; Maybe if he just stayed strong for them all and found a solution, it would be enough, preserve <em>her</em> way of life, that which she had decided to serve...&nbsp; Yes, if not for himself, for the beautiful lass.<br><br><em>What was that?</em>&nbsp; His brain skipped from thought to thought.&nbsp; <em>Oh!&nbsp; The observation lounge, yes, that was it...</em><br><br>With cautious steps, Dun made his way from the sickbay, already feeling a bit of energy seeping back into his body.&nbsp; <em>Best a not to keep the Capt'n waitin'</em><br><br><strong>Holding steady at his quickly assumed age, Dun moves towards the observation room.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greywolf</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 05:40:00</strong>
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				Michael stands aside as the patients begin to arrive in sick bay.&nbsp; He allows the rest of the medical staff attend to them as his stands close by with a tri-corder in a waist holder and holding a PADD.&nbsp; His hands quickly and carefully moving in the PADD as he records their readings and treatments.&nbsp; As he does that, his holographic image blinks and flickers obviously and suddenly.&nbsp; The PADD in his hand falls to the floor with a clatter.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4130580#msg4130580">Quote from: orderNchaos on 14-01-2011, 13:10:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Ensign Kroken in Engineering</em><br><br>=/\= Ensign Kroken to Lieutenant McGalleon, It appears that we have a cascade failure of bio-neural gel packs on the outer shell of the ship that is effecting ships systems.&nbsp; I'm going to send maintenance crews out to get samples so we can better diagnose what is happening to them.=/\=<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Damn it,"&nbsp; he says as the PADD falls.&nbsp; His head then cocks to the side as he begins a quick diagnostic of his holographic program.&nbsp; "Can't nothin' go right today?"<br><br>=/\= Micheal to Engineering.&nbsp; This is the EMH.&nbsp; I'm experiencing holographic failure here in Sickbay.&nbsp; Whats the status of your diagnostics? =/\=<br><br>As he makes that call, his form blinks and flickers again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:04:39</strong>
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				<strong>Brady, just having reported the deaths of 2 senior officers</strong><br><br>His first week on the job and Brady, a mere nurse, presided over the deaths of two senior officers. Brady wasn’t an overly spiritual person. He didn’t belong to an organized religion. He probably believed in God, but didn’t have any real care one way or the other.<br><br>Brady also wasn’t a cultural specialist. He didn’t know the funeral customs of Vulcans. He assumed it was some kind of logical – you’re dead, be worm food – type process. He bowed his head slightly and said a prayer quietly that he learned from his grandmother. Brady couldn’t remember all the words exactly so he fudged a bunch. It seemed to work.<br><br>The same was true of the dead Chief Information Officer. A simple prayer and then their remains were stored. Returning to sickbay, he looked at the damage. It was bad. There were other deaths – the morale officer and some crewmen. <br><br>Tosh wasn’t in sickbay and wasn’t reported as being among the dead. Brady was relieved.<br><br>The clatter startled him and he looked over at the EMH.<br><br>“Doctor, is there something I can help with?” He asked confused.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:59:32</strong>
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				Richard walked into sickbay and saw all of the people young and old in there. He watched his steps carefully. But he was still moving at a brisk pace. He looked for the Lt.Northrop. But he did not see her when he fist walked in. He looked to see if anyone was available to talk to him.&nbsp;<br><br>Seeing that no one is really paying attention to him, he spoke up. "Anyone here know where Lt,Northrop is?" His teen hormones were kicking in and he was getting rather impatient. He goes over to where he sees someone free. It looked to him that the EMH looked relatively free. He walked up next to him, he avoided several patients along the way. Once Richard finally made it close to Michael, he saw that the hologram was having difficulty by all the flickering it was doing. He saw Brady standing by it, so he was fairly certain that one of them knew where she was.<br><br>"Doctor, Nurse, do either of you know where Lt. Northrop is? What is her status?" he sounded kind of panicked. He was starting to get a bad feeling in his stomach. Richard wondered if she was already dead, but hoped she was not. But the call for the red alert made it very clear for him without Michael answering. She had died most likely and now he was going to be the replacement. He sighed as he turned his gaze to the floor. Of all times for him to suddenly become responsible, it had to be this one. There was no way he was going to turn it down when they most likely would offer it to him. But it was not going to be the happiest he had ever been at getting a promotion of sorts.<br><br>He started to analyze his thinking, it did not sound like the Richard, he knew himself to be. This was the younger unsure self that constantly tried to avoid responsibility. Richard was no longer that guy. He was better than that and wiser than that. He stood up straight and tried to think clearly, a very hard thing to do as a 19 year old who was just getting out of his rather turbulent teenage hormone stage of his life. But Richard would try his best to try to maintain the clear thinking and proper judgement that his regular self had. It was his duty to the crew and the USS McNair as a whole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 03:22:23</strong>
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				<strong>Brady, EMH and Richard in sickbay</strong><br><br>Brady leaned down to pick up the PADD. Clearly the Emergency Medical Hologram appeared to be having some issues. And why not? Everyone else on the ship was screwed, why not the EMH?<br><br>“Excuse me?” Brady asked as he got back up. He realized that the Doctor wasn’t corporeal enough to take the PADD so he set it on a counter. “Lieutenant Northrup?” The nurse asked. He bit his lip and tears welled up in his eyes.<br><br>Brady didn’t know what was happening. Sure, he wore his emotions on his sleeve and experienced them quite a bit. But, at the Academy he worked hard to temper his emotions. He hadn’t been this weak since…it then dawned on him. His hormones were out of whack from getting younger. Where was Tosh?<br><br>“Lieutenant Northrup died, I’m sorry ensign.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:15:42</strong>
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				Richard knew what he must now do. He figured it was time for him to step it up and become the CIO while they looked for a replacement with a higher rank to be established. That is what the normal him would do. He was not so sure about his 19 year old self. But he was doing his best to keep his thoughts straight and keep it all in order the way his thoughts were meant to be. <br><br>"Thanks for telling me, Nurse Brady. I understand how hard it must be dealing with all the sickness going around the ship but I am sure Engineering or someone on this ship will figure it out. Just try to stay strong." Richard said offering some kind words. <br><br>He knew it must be hard on anyone to see people die. Richard had seen someone die before and he had pretty much the same reaction he could see Brady was having. Even though Richard wanted to be friendly and offer some support, he was going to be needed on the bridge soon. It was not going to be long before he would hear someone calling for him. This would be especially true if Brady had reported it.<br><br>He wondered if he should just head up to the bridge or wait to be found. Shaking his head he realized how stupid that thought actually was of course he had to go to the bridge. But would there actually be any senior officers there to greet him? Richard seemed to remember that some kind of meeting going on in the Observation Lounge. It would be best to call there first and see if there was anyone there before just heading to the bridge on the assumption that people would be there. He pressed the communicator on his chest for the first time since he had been on the USS McNair.<br><br><strong>=/\= Ensign Richard Thompson to Observation Lounge, I apologize for any disruption I am causing. I have just discovered that Lt. Northrop has died. I wish to know what my orders are at this point. =/\=</strong><br>______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg4159273#msg4159273">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 21-01-2011, 04:26:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> =/\= Ensign Thompson, this is Commander MacReady. =/\=&nbsp; Running a quick lookup, the First Officer saw that the man was the Lt. Northrop's junior in the Intelligence Department.&nbsp; =/\= You have just been promoted to Chief Intelligence Officer.&nbsp; Your orders are to meet me in the Observation Lounge. =/\=<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>=/\= Understood, I am on my way =/\=&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Richard knew he now had to be responsible. He was no longer of a low rank on this ship. He had now gotten the position he had tried to avoid. But there was no use crying over that now. he had somewhere to be. He nodded to Brady and Michael. He headed toward the door. He hadn't thought of the possibility that Lt. Northrop had died. These chronitons were really screwing up the ship. So far to his knowledge they had killed his CO, they were making electronics malfunction and they were changing people's ages and such. <br><br>He prayed for a quick solution to the problem. Richard could not stand getting any younger and losing all the sharpness he usually had. He was already dealing with battling that now. The younger he got it was just going to turn into more of a problem. He would ask Commander MacReady if there was anything he could do to speed up the progress of the solution. Richard did not care if it was a menial thing but he needed to stop getting younger.<br><br>He realized that his case was not the worst one there was but it really bothered him to get under. Even though he generally hid his intelligence, he still valued it. And if he got younger and younger he was going to lose that.<br><br>Richard turned around and left sickbay.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Richard is heading to the Observational Lounge&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 16:05:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise had been in the back, rummaging through some things that had been stored away.&nbsp; She wanted to make sure that they were ready for whatever else would happen.&nbsp; The fact that they had now lost two people on this mission in a matter of hours was not acceptable to her.&nbsp; She hoped that no one else would end up sharing a similar fate.<br><br>Things had been quiet since the last death.&nbsp; The EMH and Brady were working, and she could hear that someone else had come into the Sickbay.&nbsp; However, being that she was in the middle of something, she didn't want to leave her task and return to it later.&nbsp; Rude, she knew, but her job came first at that moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Carrying an armful of things, she turned and walked out of the supply closet.&nbsp; Once she shut the door, she turned, seeing her reflection on the wall next to her.&nbsp; What she saw caused her to drop everything that she was holding in her hands, which caused them to land with a big clatter on the floor.&nbsp; "Braaady..." she stammered, touching her face.&nbsp; There, where there was once flawless skin, was now old and wrinkled.&nbsp; She had slight bags around her eyes, and her hair was now mixed with lighter colors, signaling her age.&nbsp; "Oh, this is not good," she murmured, a panicked tone coming over her voice.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 02:23:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara walked through the doors of the Sickbay, looking at Makari.&nbsp; Tosh was following them supposedly, but she would never actually turn around to look.&nbsp; She would get caught looking at the other man, which would put her in an interesting, albeit cute situation.&nbsp; "So, what do you propose is causing these?" she asked, looking at the Second in Command.&nbsp; &nbsp;She paused for a moment, knowing that the way she had worded her question, made things seem rather off.&nbsp; "I meant, rather, what do you think is causing the chronitons to react the way they are?&nbsp; Are there any ideas?"<br><br>She wanted to get a chance to go back into her Sickbay, settle down and just ponder over these things for a long while.&nbsp; She knew that no medical answer would possibly be arriving overnight, but she was going to try her hardest to make sure that some sort of miracle happened.&nbsp; The lives of everyone that was on this ship depended on it.&nbsp; She would not lose another crew member to this...whatever this was.&nbsp; Two was enough, at least for now.<br><br>"Here you go, Lieutenant Tosh," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "Computer, access to the master list of those who are unfit for duty."&nbsp; When the words left her mouth, it was a few short seconds before the list generated itself.&nbsp; On it, were the names of many people, mostly those that had been deemed too young, or too old to work.&nbsp; The Communications Officer was on it, and so was someone else from another department...Engineering, she believed.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 02:41:25</strong>
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				<strong>Brady Vincent, sexual hormones raging</strong><br><br>The young nurse ensign didn’t think he would ever deal with so much death. Obviously the Federation had just pulled itself out of a devastating war with the Dominion, but Brady was far too young to have been out on the frontlines. He also wasn’t dense. Brady understood there would be chances of danger and death, but all at once. It had him wanting to cry. Sickbay was filled to the brim and most crew were kept in quarters. Only those critical were kept in sickbay.<br><br>By now the young human determined that his body was experiencing the de-aging phenomenon. It came with a whole slew of issues. He found himself nervous, chatty, and hormonally imbalanced.<br><br>Back in main sickbay, he turned his head as Commander Osiel, Doctor Tir, and Lieutenant Tosh entered. Brady’s face flushed instantly and blood began rushing to parts of his body where he didn’t want it to rush. Grabbing a large PADD, he held it in front of himself and quickly ducked out into the next room to calm himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 22:39:22</strong>
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				Makari had imagined growing old someday. He had figured by then he would have lived a full life, done and seen it all, and been ready to actually take it easy. Yes, he would become one of those old men who sat around a bar on some deep space station and drank away as he played the local version of gambling games. Wasn't that what most aspired for? Those not hoping to have a picket fenced home on Earth to scream at kids to stay off the grass of anyway?<br><br>Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Makari honestly didn't know. Because he never thought of the future in such detail. He never worried about growing old. He never considered his own mortality. Because he was living in the moment. He was a young, virile, Risian male. What else did he have to think about that extended beyond the reach of his senses? Beyond the present? Not a thing. Maybe some work, a sense of duty, all those things that weren't so much fun as they were needed. But he was young, and he was...<br><br>No. He wasn't young now. That was just it wasn't it? All his lack of planning had left him ill prepared to be elderly at a young age, of course who could prepare for that anyway? He laughed to himself as he stepped into sickbay. A quick glance around told him laughing was not a great idea so he hid the laugh behind a forced cough, one that went from fake to hacking up some sort of old man organ in a matter of seconds. <br><br>"Have anything for a cough? Or in the absence of that a lung being coughed up?" He asked idly as he glanced from the doctor to the nurse playing with a PADD and back again. Medical staff didn't tend to grab medical humor all that well. Life and death situations were serious. He got that. But it was his own life and death fleeting before him as his hairline turned white and his skin turned pale and elderly. So he got to jest right?<br><br>Not wanting to think on it further, Makari moved to a medical terminal and started to key in some commands. "Do you have a lab setup we can work from or should we move to the science department? We have more access to.... well test subjects...." He frowned at the use of the word. "To the ill patients...." He changed his wording and while it still sounded callous it sounded much better to his ears. "We have access to more here, and I can divert control to science systems to a console and work easily from sickbay," Makari explained as he continued to work at the console. <br><br>"Computer, call up transporter records and begin detailed scans of the last two dozen transports, tell me when the data has compiled and display a cross reference on this panel and in science lab as well," He spoke to the machine and waited for the affirmative response, nodded when it did so and then looked as more information came to him. "I have an idea Doctor, I assume you still demand protocol be followed and all crew get a full scan before each transport? So we would have records of the last to be transported from BEFORE they were infected?" Makari asked, knowing the doctor would catch what he was suggesting, and hoping she would like the idea as much as he was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 17:50:00</strong>
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				Tosh took the PADD from Dr. Tir and glanced over it.&nbsp; There were not many names, but there were enough to warrant restriction, especially the department heads who had been affected.&nbsp; Those not in their right mind having nearly full access to the computer bank was a recipe for disaster in the making.&nbsp; "Thank you, doctor."&nbsp; He said, giving her a polite nod before looking around to see if he could catch a glimpse of Brady.&nbsp; He was, surprisingly, nowhere to be found, so the security chief excused himself from the two officers and walked deeper into sickbay.<br><br>The security chief passed those laying on examination tables who were either too young or too old and some even in between.&nbsp; It didn't phase him at all.&nbsp; He had seen his share of death and suffering.&nbsp; Each person he had killed fresh in his mind.&nbsp; Right now, he sought out a face that was not dead but even still lingered in his thoughts.&nbsp; Tosh turned to step through a side door which lead into one of the smaller adjoining rooms.&nbsp; There he found a rather flustered and flushed Ensign Vincent.&nbsp; The man made his way over to him.&nbsp; "Brady, you don't look well."&nbsp; He said softly.&nbsp; The boy showed signs of youth even more so than before.&nbsp; He was aging backwards.&nbsp; "Are you alright?"&nbsp; Tosh inquired rather worried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 04:45:59</strong>
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				By the time Ensign Cassidy and Darrin had made it sickbay, Darrin's age had gone down even further.&nbsp; Now, on the younger side of three, he toddled into the large medical bay.&nbsp; Thumb firmly planted in his mouth, he gave everyone a watery smile.&nbsp; "Hewwo."&nbsp; He addressed everyone and no one.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sweep now?"&nbsp; His eye lids hung like too heavy frames on flimsy nails.&nbsp; "I's tiwed."&nbsp; He held his arms in an open "Y" for his fellow Ensign to pick him up.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd had a long day and the bright lights of the room were hurting his eyes.&nbsp; He laid his head down on Ensign Cassidy's shoulder, little fingers tangled in her hair and soon, almost translucent eyelids slid down, down, down until they long, silky black lashes entwined with lower ones as he drifted off to sleep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 20:59:31</strong>
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				Darrin appeared to be shrinking by the minute at this rate, and Cate was gladder than she'd ever been to be in a sick bay.&nbsp; The sleepy little tot stared up at her with wide heavy eyes searching for a comforting shoulder to nod off on.&nbsp; She wasted no time in offering her arms and scooping him up, finding that her slightly curvier hips made a perfect perch for the child to rest on as her left arm supported his bum and her right held the upper part of his back securely to her.<br><br>Cate's blue-green eyes, once sharp but now somewhat fuzzied in their vision, quickly searched out the Doctor ... and disturbingly found a much older woman in her place, albeit still beautiful.&nbsp; The ensign may have missed her completely were it not for the pips on her collar identifying her as Lieutenant.&nbsp; Other members of the crew also had aged severely, perhaps she herself should not complain.&nbsp; And then there were those who were regressing, none though it seemed as fast as Darrin, which made her far more concerned.<br><br>There was a quickness in her step she didn't think she was still capable of as she rushed over to Sahara.&nbsp; "Oh Doctor," Cate said, her voice notable more flinty and a hair deeper than it had been when she was at her correct age, "Our Comm Officer seems to be de-aging so rapidly ... I thought I had better bring him down."&nbsp; Regardless of her worry she attempted to keep Darrin still and hold him gently, knowing whatever might be done to help him could be quite frightening for a toddler.&nbsp; It was probably best to let him sleep as much as he could.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted down to his still little form and she felt so incredibly helpless.&nbsp; It was ironic, she had always thought age would bring a greater feeling of capability and control, this was anything but.&nbsp; Cate looked back to the doctor for some sort of direction, knowing it was an unfair burden someone in her position had to bare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 07:20:05</strong>
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				<em>Lieutenant Teel on the bridge</em><br><br><br><strong>=/\= Sickbay, I need assistance up here.&nbsp; The Captain's aging has just taken his vision.=/\=</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 03:25:06</strong>
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				<strong>Brady talking with Tosh in an adjoining room</strong><br><br>Brady’s face blushed crimson as Lieutenant Tosh spoke to him. Here they were alone in a room with Brady’s hormones raging out of control. It was like being in Professor Johnson’s class all over. Oh he wanted that biology instructor so bad. “Hmmm?” Brady asked trying to dodge any conversation. “I’m just…just not doing so well with the whole aging thing. Too many people are in here hurt.” His face frowned.<br><br>“And you…” Brady reached his hand out and once again felt the side of Tosh’s face. “I don’t want you to age anymore.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 19:28:16</strong>
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				<strong>Tosh trying to reassure Brady</strong><br><br>He understood the pressure Brady was under as well as his concern, but at that moment, Tosh also saw the necessity for action.&nbsp; "That is true.&nbsp; Many of the crew have been affected by our current situation.&nbsp; It is a trying time, but do not get too caught up in it all.&nbsp; There are many here, yes, so do your job to help them and get them out of sickbay.&nbsp; Your job, after all, is to keep us all healthy."&nbsp; The man said.<br><br>When Brady reached up again to touch his face which must have seemed like a specter of his previous image, Tosh welcomed it.&nbsp; He smiled slightly to the younger male.&nbsp; "I agree with the sentiment, but even if we weren't in this dilemma, time would march on."&nbsp; Tosh took a long moment to stare at the slightly changed face of his new friend.&nbsp; For a moment, his stern and collected appearance wavered.&nbsp; His arms lifted, and he wrapped them around Brady's waist, pulling him into a strong embrace.<br><br>"Do not be afraid.&nbsp; I don't plan on going anywhere."&nbsp; He said deeply while he held Brady close.&nbsp; However, just as fast as the embrace occurred, his hands left the smaller frame of the ensign.&nbsp; "I have to get back."&nbsp; He simply stated before turning and leaving.<br><br>Tosh fled sickbay like he was fleeing for his life.&nbsp; His guard had been dropped, and all by a mere human.&nbsp; Oddly, the short few seconds that Brady was in his arms was the best he had felt in a very, very long time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 00:28:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yes," Sahara said, looking at Makari.&nbsp; "I think that's a good idea," she explained.&nbsp; "I think we could set up a lab in here once we get all the non-sick and dying patients out of here," she told him.&nbsp; "That way, we don't have to worry about setting up in the science lab, especially if we're going to be running tests on the sick people and those that seem rather unaffected by the chronitons," she told him.&nbsp; "I'm afraid I don't quite know a whole lot about these little things," she told Makari.&nbsp; "So, I'm taking my leads from you for the time being," Sahara explained.<br><br>"Brady," she called.&nbsp; "Dear, would you be so kind as to make sure anyone that's not in danger of immediately dying, and by that I mean, within the next twenty-four hours, leaves the Sickbay right now," she murmured.<br><br>"Ensign," she said, speaking to Cate.&nbsp; "Please, if you can, stay with Ensign Darrin for the time being.&nbsp; We may have use of him later, but I don't want to risk him running off," she told the other woman.<br><br>Turning, she thought about the deal with having to soothe her next issue.&nbsp; The Captain.&nbsp; She couldn't very well leave right now.&nbsp; But, she did have two Ensigns that were working for her, and a Medical hologram that was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; "Cerise, head on over to the bridge to assist the captain.&nbsp; I just need you to let him know that as dire as his condition is, there is not much that can be done.&nbsp; However, please let him know that we are working on it."<br><br>"Yes, Lieutenant," Cerise nodded, before she turned, making her way out of the Sickbay to find the Captain.</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 22:25:18</strong>
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				There would have been something funny in the situation that was happening around them had it NOT been happening around them. In fact Makari was sure he had seen a half dozen or so comedies from various planets which played along a similar plot. Someone either grew older or younger to hilarious consequences. Be it old Earth movies or modern Klingon opera, it was a theme that connected the cosmos in laughter. Or so it should have. When not actually happening at any rate. With it happening? Not exactly the funniest times to be had by all. Aging endlessly, getting younger and younger, neither were a fun way to spend life. And both invariably ended the same way. Death. By old age or... by being unborn?<br><br>Makari shook his head and then nodded at the CMO. She was relying on his expertise in the current situation. Another funny situation. He was temporarily assigned to sciences. He was just settling into a job that wasn't even his. But he was going to have the lead here. It would have been funny... again... if not so serious. He wanted to sigh and laugh all at once. All that would have led to was a medical discharge due to perceived senility though. Instead he just nodded. Again. Because nodding didn't make him look elderly and doddering around at all. Nope. <br><br>Did he think he couldn't handle the task? Of course not. Did he think it would be easy? Of course not. Did he think he was stalling now? Of course. A small smile and a bit of a laugh and he pulled up some new data onto the screen. "We could use fresh scans of someone aging and someone getting younger, seems we have examples of both on hand, so if you would like to handle the scanning while I dig through the transporter logs we might make some headway in this little problem?" Makari suggested to the doctor. "I could use access to the medical directories and databases as well, medical access not just my overriding 2nd officer access, would make things much easier,"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 01:35:52</strong>
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				<strong>Brady who greatly appreciates Tosh</strong><br><br>Brady melted into the Chief Security's arms and pressed his cheek against the hard chest. He breathed confidently for a moment and regained his composure. As quickly as it started the embrace was over. Lieutenant Tosh was right. Brady needed to buck up. "Liet..." He followed Tosh out of the lab and into sickbay.<br><br>Before he could follow further he heard his name being called from the Chief Medical Officer. He nodded. "Yes, Doctor."<br><br>Brady began to move around sickbay and triage patients. He liked triage work. One by one he assessed the patients in sickbay and had them discharged of put into intensive care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 05:29:48</strong>
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				Now that he had dealt with bringing the new Intelligence Officer up to speed on his mission, Sam MacReady had gone down to Sickbay - as promised - to help Medical with the situation, try and find out why it was that he was immune to the effects of the chroniton radiation, and no one else on the ship - except for the EHs - were not.<br><br>Arriving inside, he started to call.&nbsp; "Lt. Tir!"&nbsp; He stopped an orderly.&nbsp; "Where's the Lt.?"&nbsp; <br><br>"She's around here somewhere," was the best that the First Officer managed to get.&nbsp; "Lt. Tir!"&nbsp; He kept calling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 02:36:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Well, I've got Commander MacReady coming in here soon.&nbsp; We might want to scan him as well, since there is no signs of aging on him," she explained to Makari.&nbsp; "As for someone getting younger," she said, her gaze turning back to Ensign Cassidy.&nbsp; "I think the young Ensign over there is handling your test subject, Makari," she told the other man with a smile on her face.&nbsp; "If you need someone that's aging, you can take your pick.&nbsp; I'm aging, you're aging, the Captain is aging, my Ensign, Cerise, she is aging," Sahara explained, listing off the many people in her head that she knew for a fact was affected by this radiation.&nbsp; "If you want the person that's the most affected though, you may want to take a look at Lieutenant MacGalleon," she told Makari.&nbsp; "He should be in Engineering right now, and the last we saw of him, he wasn't looking too well," Sahara explained, her brows knitting together in worry.<br><br>"Computer, please grant Commander Osiel whatever access he needs to all of my files that have in the databases," she said, looking at the holos around her, before turning and hitting a few keys.&nbsp; Stepping into her office in the back for a moment, she checked her other computer there, to make sure that things had been transferred properly in terms of Makari's permissions for getting to whatever files that she had on with her.&nbsp; Seeing that everything was in order, she turned to head back out, when she heard her name being called.<br><br>Sam.&nbsp; She knew that voice all too clearly.&nbsp; With a little smile on her face, despite the obvious worry that was now plaguing her mind, she headed out of her office and back into the main room.&nbsp; "Sam...Commander," she, corrected with a smile.&nbsp; "You haven't aged a bit, you lucky man," she murmured, looking at him.&nbsp; "I can't thank you enough for donating yourself to helping find a cause for this," she said.&nbsp; "As you can see, no one, except for yourself is out of harm's way when it comes to aging," she said, gesturing at the people that were leaving the Sickbay and those that were too old to move.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 02:45:41</strong>
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				"Lieutenant."&nbsp; He greeted her once he managed to find her.&nbsp; "Yeah, well, we'll see if I still consider myself lucky by the time all the poking and prodding has been done."&nbsp; He exhaled.&nbsp; "Well, it only makes sense, right?&nbsp; Anyone who's immune to this wave of...I don't even know what to call it, anyone who's immune must have something different from those that aren't.&nbsp; We need to find out what this is, or pretty soon half our crew will be too old to do anything, and the other half will be too young to, as well."<br><br>He looked around Sickbay.&nbsp; "Come on, we need to get started immediately.&nbsp; The sooner you, Osiel, and I can resolve this crisis, the sooner we can get back to doing what we're doing."&nbsp; Exhaling, he looked to her.&nbsp; "Where do we start?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 22:40:58</strong>
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				Makari had no doubt that the good doctor would grant his every request. Had he asked her to keelhaul the nearest enlisted man and use him for samplings she likely would have. Had he suggested they must overtake the ship and deem themselves Captain and Commander, she likely would have. A doctor did what it took to save a crew. A second officer did everything in his power to keep a ship running. Together they did everything. And that included jumping out airlocks and taking the ship over. <br><br>Okay, it didn't. But some days it felt like it did. And this was definitely one of those days in Makari's opinion. He had to figure that the doctor felt the same as he did. She was the front line defense against something they knew NOTHING about which was affecting the crew in random and various ways. What would or could worry a doctor more than that? What more could leave a crew on their knees in so many unpleasurable ways? Nothing short of a Romulan incursion, a Borg conversion, or an Omega particle. The Federation had dealt with the first two, Makari himself had faced the third. And this? Was just as bad, but in so many other ways. <br><br>As the doctor did as he requested and granted him full access to all her files he nodded and smiled, not even pausing a moment, having expected it all along. "Get some scans on the Commander and on our new youngest member of the crew..." Makari nodded at both the unaffected officer and the child in officers clothing one after the other before he started to read through scans as they scrolled up on the nearby screen. "It seems plant life is as unaffected as the Commander, though considering his lack of botanical heritage or foliage features, there is no direct conclusions to be made there, still the scans may suggest something all the same... it is these transporter logs that intrigue me though..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 15:47:02</strong>
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				Darrin's fingers flew across the medical tricorder.&nbsp; He'd gotten readings from Dun and Sam, and now finally the Ensign from engineering who was now a four month old infant.&nbsp; Blond brows furrowed as he read the results he was getting.&nbsp; "This is really incredible."&nbsp; He muttered.&nbsp; Though the Commander was in the room with him, he was really mumbling to himself as was his want.<br><br>Punching up a new screen, he flipped through a number of charts until he found one he was looking for.&nbsp; A wide smile broke across his face as he spun himself in his chair.&nbsp; "By jove, I think we've got it."&nbsp; He called out to the Commander seated across the room from him at his own station.&nbsp; "The little buggers secrete free radicals."&nbsp; <br><br>He looked back at his screen, then folding his arms in front of his chest, he nodded his head at his work, bobbing it as though it were loosely attached.&nbsp; "Yep, that's how they did it.&nbsp; Free radicals."&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 22:09:52</strong>
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				There was only so much a single person could do in a crisis situation. That was a lesson that carried through a person's entire career in Star Fleet. Be they a lowly midshipman or a noble captain, helming the flagship of the main fleet, boldly going where no man, just one overused cliche, had gone before. That was just how things worked. Yes, one officer, one cadet, one anybody, could do a great many things. But the strength of Star Fleet came from working together. A ship was a crew, a crew was a family. And more so than all of that, they were a team. The more they worked like one, the more they got things done. Even the notorious loner Zeffram Cochran, who had predated the Federation, in fact been the catalyst for first contact which LED to the Federation ever being formed, had worked with a team when he wanted to prove that warp space flight was possible. <br><br>So would Makari forsake centuries of human and Federation tradition ti try and go it alone? To try and solve the issue of the day by himself? Maybe if his ego had been just a tad larger than it was. Thankfully for himself and everyone else though, his ego was the size of Risa and her six moons and no larger. So they were all safe. His ego would save the day... or his immense skills. Or his team work. Yeah, the last one sounded a lot less egotistical didn't it?<br><br>He would have laughed to himself but it was hardly a time to laugh. Instead he kept working away at the monitors and the PADDs before him. There was an answer in it all. And he knew they would find it. Not HE would find it, but THEY would. "Free radicals?" Makari repeated the words he heard the mumbled words across the room. He tapped away at one of the PADDs and a grin grew on his face as well. "This is the information we needed... now we can work out how to stop them... I might have ideas in that regard, our transporters should have scans before the free radicals were introduced, and we can test that theory... though not ship wide... one person, one cell.... just a simple, small test."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 22:37:10</strong>
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				Darrin lifted his head as the Commander began to speak.&nbsp; His ears seemed to be tuned to Makari's voice.&nbsp; In a way, it unnerved him.&nbsp; He could walk into a crowded room and there could be dozens of conversations going, but it would be the Commander's voice he heard...if he were being truthful, it was the one he listened for.&nbsp; <br><br>Without even realizing he was doing so, a smile spread across his face to match Makari's, even before he knew the reason for it.&nbsp; <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"This is the information we needed... now we can work out how to stop them... I might have ideas in that regard, our transporters should have scans before the free radicals were introduced, and we can test that theory... though not ship wide... one person, one cell.... just a simple, small test."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;"I'm your man."&nbsp; Darrin answered without a thought.&nbsp; There was a half beat in time where the words just hung there between them.&nbsp; That half beat where Darrin wished he could pull what he said back, and make a much more dignified response.&nbsp; He swallowed hard, then stuttered,&nbsp; "I..I ah.. mean... as CMO, it would only make sense that... I be the one."&nbsp; He closed his eyes and shook his head.&nbsp; "Yeah...not cutting it huh?" He looked up at the Commander and laughed at himself.&nbsp; <em>God, I got it bad</em>, he groaned to himself.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 04:52:16</strong>
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				Makari didn't wait to make sure anyone was listening to him. If it was arrogance on his part to simply assume he would speak and be heard, than call him arrogant. As a Risian he was just used to attention falling his way, as a Commander in Star Fleet he was even more so used to it. So if someone didn't pay attention to him? Well more was the pity. And he knew all the access codes to the airlocks to perform a bit of rough justice at the hands of space plank walking. <br><br>Or he just didn't bother to think about if he was being listened to. Instead he spoke because he felt he should, because he felt he had something to share with more than just his own inner monologue. One which was playing havoc with him at the moment. Apparently rambling on, and on and on.... yeah. He shook his head and smiled again. He was so not going to let the CMO catch him talking to himself and end up with a forced session of counseling. Nope. He was as sane as could be. He was just eccentric. And if that was crazy? Well it was the FUN kind of crazy. <br><br>Makari let out a laugh as the CMO continued to speak. Wow did that man have a way with words. Not exactly the best way with them, but a way all the same. "You just came so close to saying words that my people would consider open invitation to the amusement park that is your body... watch yourself doctor," Makari said in a mock serious tone that bellied the less than serious words he spoke. "Alas, now is not the time to see whose man I am or can be, seems we still have this problem to deal with. If you want us to test it on you... well I am loathe to agree, but..." But what? He was too pretty to experiment on? This wasn't the kind of probing he wanted to do with the CMO? Another shake of his head and a mental slap to get his focus back later and Makari nodded at the doctor. "Okay, we test it on you, but we do so carefully," He agreed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 19:32:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You just came so close to saying words that my people would consider open invitation to the amusement park that is your body... watch yourself doctor," </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darrin raised his brows.&nbsp; "Damn, only close.&nbsp; I'll have to try harder next time."&nbsp; he matched the Commander's tone, then grinned, though it soon turned serious as he listened to the Commander argue whether or not they would use Darrin as the test subject.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Okay, we test it on you, but we do so carefully," </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darrin nodded, "Yeah, I am kind of counting on that last part.&nbsp; As much as I like giving myself to people; I prefer not giving it all at one time and in molecules."&nbsp; He smirked--green eyes light with humor.&nbsp; He rose from his seat and strode over to where the Commander's station.&nbsp; Standing behind him, he glanced over his shoulder at the PADD he was working on.&nbsp; His brows flew upward as he read, "Interesting, transporter...I think it will work." he nodded to Makari, his green eyes filled with both trust and admiration.&nbsp; "I'm ready when you are."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 22:16:11</strong>
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				There was a time and a place to make flirtatious comments and jokes. For a Risian those times and places seemed to be more than with most other species. Vulcans always had time for logic. Ferengi always had time for profit. Leprechauns always had time for pots of gold. And Risians? They always had time for flirtation, sex, lust, all of the above, and more. <br><br>Except when an entire starship was in danger. Except when some unknown phenomenon, never seen before that moment, was wreaking havoc on them all, tearing their ship apart at the molecular level... no not the ship, the crew of the ship. Ripping into them, and tearing their very DNA, their age, to pieces. No. He couldn't say their DNA. He just knew they were being changed, aged. Just what was being changed... well free radicals. Darrin had sorted that out in quite short order. They had a what, a how. Maybe a solution even.<br><br>So should they joke around? Should they have fun? Maybe it would be their last chance for it? Maybe before turning to dust and being lost to time, maybe before becoming too young to exist, they could have one last moment. Or they could work hard. They could save the ship. They could harness the situation and they could pull things together.<br><br>That was what they would do. That was what they were focused on doing. So Makari smiled at Darrin and nodded. Later, doctor, you can play probe and tickle later. <br><br>For now... well Makari fought the urge to shrug.&nbsp; "Best we just send some of your cells through first. If it works we cna try more, but to send you in completely.... I would rather not take the risk. If you can remove a small skin sample, we can transport it in containment, scan the results as we try and reverse the damage. I figure we will have a few minutes of activity in the cells before they become inactive..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 20:45:17</strong>
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				Darrin nodded.&nbsp; It only took him moments to walk to the station where he kept the majority of his instruments. "First,"&nbsp; He began, "The largest clusters of bugs so far have been in the endocrine system, so that's where we will begin our harvest."&nbsp; His deep voice rumbled low as he again spoke more to himself than anyone else as he worked.<br><br>&nbsp;He picked up what looking like a small baton with an even more slender stem that glowed when he activated it. Punching a sequence of mathematical formulas into the tube' s numeric keypad, he programmed the desired amount of cells he wanted the needle to harvest and the depth and angle of entry.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a curt nod, he placed the wide bore needle onto the sterile tray to his left. <br><br>Pulling a hyposray next, he filled it with dyoxintriptolate, a mild anesthetic, and placed that beside the scalpel. Finally, he added a petri dish.&nbsp; &nbsp;Grabbing up the tray, he made his way over to the first biobed still open.&nbsp; Hopping up on the bed, he activated the steri-field around him and set a portable containment field to his right; the petri dish was its only occupant.&nbsp; <br><br>The hypospray hissed softly against his skin at the side of his neck.&nbsp; It felt cool then nothing.&nbsp; He waited a moment then, activating the holographic image of himself projected by the biobed, began.&nbsp; Steady hands guided the needle to an appropriate spot on his thyroid, and a quick flick of his finger had the cells removed and just as quickly settled in the petri dish in the containment field.<br><br>"OK, Commander.&nbsp; All yours."&nbsp; He called, as he ran the dermal stimulator over the spot where the needle entered his skin.&nbsp; In a matter of moments, the puncture at the CMO’s neck was completely healed by the dermal stimulator’s ability to enhance skin growth combined with his own rapid aging.<br><br>“Damn.”&nbsp; He shook his head as he realized how quickly it had healed.&nbsp; “If this works Commander, Drinks are on me.”&nbsp; He promised the lines in his forehead a reminder of the strain they all had been under due to the latest crisis,&nbsp; as he released himself from the steri-field. Hopping down, turned to gather the instruments he'd used and put them in the sterilizer before running the bed's isotonic sterilizer.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finished with what he needed to do for the moment, he strode over to where Maka was beginning to start his experiments.&nbsp; "Anything I can do to help?"&nbsp; He asked, trying very hard not to look over his Commander's shoulder.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 22:22:00</strong>
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				Even with a background in the practical sciences, as limited as it was, Makari was more comfortable with things far less biological than that of a doctor or even a botanist. Yes he held degrees and had trained. That training had led him down a career path in the operations field though. He understood a number of hypothetical concepts. And he could easily wrap his mind around such abstracts as chronitons, omega, and all manner of various random phenomenon in between the two... of which there were an endless amount. Yet when it came down to it at the end of the day, he was no doctor. He was not meant to be sticking needles with unusually wide tips and gaping maws at their end claiming to be surgically precise needle like holes. So on that count he could not have been happier than to have a trained doctor by his side, and one willing to jab himself. It took a strong will to go around playing doctor on yourself. Unless one was playing Risian doctor... and even that was more FUN with another person...<br><br>There was no time to think about things like that though. Which was hard.... to grasp that was. It wasn't.... HARD... Well... Makari shook his head and cleared the silly thoughts from his mind as he watched Darrin go about his medical tasks. Once he was on the biobed things seemed so much more serious. There was just something about the machinery that wrapped its way around a person, and the sterile bed that even modern medicine and the advanced technology of the Federation could not make seem friendly. Surgical bays. medical beds, they were always the same. Worrisome, fearsome... Makari shuddered involuntarily as Darrin shoved the needle into himself as if it was something simple he did all the time. <br><br>"How come whenever I hear that it's never something I really truly wish to receive?" Makari grinned as he accepted the&nbsp; sample and Darrin's words that they were all his. Makari carried the sample over to where he had been working and set the dish down. He immediately began to run some scans before moving the dish again, this time into the nearest replicator. "We can use the transporter in the replicator system for our tests, it's small and already runs double the standard scans to protect our food from contamination." He explained as he opened up the panel in front of the replicator and began to move chips and circuits around. "Don't tell engineering though.... they complain when people mess with the insides of the ship... you know how engineers are, the ships like the mechanical sister they always wanted," Makari laughed lightly as he set the last circuit into place and the petri dish disappeared in a shimmer of light and then appeared again a moment later. <br><br>"Run your tricorder over this, let me know if medically anything has changed?" Makari suggested as he began to run his own scientifically calibrated tricorder over the sample, and the exposed circuits themselves, garnering data as he did so. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 15:03:51</strong>
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				<br>"How come whenever I hear that it's never something I really truly wish to receive?"<br><br>The CMO eyebrows flew upward at the Commander's words. "I'll try harder next time?"&nbsp; He replied, his response both a question and a promise, then grinned.&nbsp; He watched as the Commander's deft fingers flew across the control panels.&nbsp; The commander's fingers were long, strong fingers--piano player fingers.&nbsp; Warmth flushed through Darrin as he thought of those fingers for a moment longer that he should have.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't tell engineering though.... they complain when people mess with the insides of the ship... you know how engineers are, the ships like the mechanical sister they always wanted,"&nbsp; <br><br>Darrin broke into laughter at the commander's words caused an image of Dun, kilt clad, wielding a claymore and a fierce expression as he protected the chastity of the ship.&nbsp; Shaking his head, he continued to chuckle, though truth be told, he would run as though being chased by a ceti eel if confronted by such a Dun.&nbsp; <br><br>He nodded as the Commander explained what he was doing.&nbsp; "Makes sense."&nbsp; <br><br>"Run your tricorder over this, let me know if medically anything has changed?"<br><br>"Yes sir."&nbsp; Darrin grabbed his tri-corder and after punching in his code, scanned the cells he had removed from his own body.&nbsp; As the readings came up, he began to smile.&nbsp; Just to be safe, he scanned the cells again.<br>"Looks like the cells are twenty-seven, just the age they should be."&nbsp; He gave his Commander a broad smile that brought both dimples to his cheeks and lit the green of his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:13:15</strong>
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				Down in Sickbay, Sam MacReady had arrived to check on the status of Medical and Science's combined efforts in testing whether or not the bugs in most of the crew were indeed attracted to the bioneural gel packs like Dun had hypothesized.&nbsp; This was critical.&nbsp; If this worked, then they would have a solution to their aging and de-aging problem.&nbsp; Although, the First Officer was indeed a little bit fuzzy on how the crew would resume their normal ages after that...but that was neither here nor there at this point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 23:01:36</strong>
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				Makari grinned wide as things seemed to be falling into place around them. He couldn't honestly say WHY they were being infested by the strange creatures, beyond the free radical explanation he had nothing at all to go on. He knew some hypothesis existed about the gelpacks, but he could hardly relate that back to the crew themselves. Gelpacks and humans were quite a few evolutionary trees over from one another. It was like comparing clay and a dual ditanium plated bulkhead. Both were structural materials. No one would ever consider them remotely the same though. And the water that wore away clay did nothing to ditanium. Just as the toxins that could corrode ditanium would flow off clay without leaving a mark. <br><br>What they didn't know couldn't hurt them though... at least that was the flimsy, not so scientific, premise that Makari was forced to hang his hat, and their collective fates, on. Not that he wore a hat. Clashed with the uniform, and did horrible things to his hair. Hat head? No thanks. He was a senior officer, not some just out of bed recruit stumbling around.... Anyway... more important things to focus on. <br><br>He grinned again, then slapped Darrin on the back. "The transporter is doing it! I knew this would work. Now we have to get someone fully through the system... after that we get anyone on the verge of dieing through, then engineering needs to sort a way out to get EVERYONE at once, otherwise we will have to go one at a time, that will be way too slow.... but we have a solution!" Excitement. It was a nice thing to have, even if it made him want to wheeze and cough and... well be an elderly man in need of a nurse and a sponge bath.... focus Makari... wow you will be a dirty dirty old man...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 10:18:28</strong>
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				Val had been ordered to sickbay to help in the calculations...&nbsp; He waited to dematerialize with everyone else, it did not take long, the shimmer of atoms in transit between matter and energy all around him was beautiful but did not enhance his calm.&nbsp; It seemed like only seconds had passed before he was flesh and blood, a whole real person again.&nbsp; Sitting on the edge of a biobed where he had been before.<br><br>Looking around...<br><br>"Did it work?" he asked the room at large.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 02:26:50</strong>
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				Brady Vincent steadied himself for a moment before grabbing the tricorder he set on the counter before transport. He flipped open the device and began to scan himself. To his relief he registered biologically as 22. He felt his stomach, his chin, his nose…just to be sure. No longer would he be forced into the hormonal teenager body.<br><br>That meant…Lieutenant Tosh would be…Brady smiled.<br><br>Hearing a voice, Brady was brought back to the present. He was in sickbay and would need to begin work. There were people still suffering the indirect effects of their aging – broken hips, etc. He took his tricorder over to a questioning crewman.<br><br>“Lieutenant, you register as around three decades. It seems to sync up with your chronological age. Congratulations.” Brady said with a smile.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 16:20:21</strong>
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				Tosh hadn't seen Brady since their moment in the side room of sickbay.&nbsp; In all honesty, he didn't want to.&nbsp; He didn't want to be tempted.&nbsp; The man initially was going to swear him off, be done, but in a short reprieve on the way to Arkaria, he was able to sit down and talk to Liz.&nbsp; She nearly dragged the information out of him, and when she finally got the full picture, he knew his cheeks were burning red.&nbsp; Her words on the matter boiled down to 'if you don't do something...anything with him, I will get a transfer to your ship and kick your ass personally.'&nbsp; Tosh groaned inwardly thinking about it, both the threatened ass kicking and the thought of pushing his comfort zone.<br><br>That was how he ended up walking into sickbay shortly after the order for shore leave was given.&nbsp; He'd read a bit about Arkaria, and it seemed like a planet with a lot of recreation to offer.&nbsp; Mountain climbing looked particularly to Tosh's liking.<br><br>He walked through the doors into sickbay which by now had been pretty much organized and cleared.&nbsp; Only the worst off of patients were left.&nbsp; Tosh scanned the room quickly to find Brady tending to a patient.&nbsp; His bulky frame walked up to Brady just as he was turning around.&nbsp; They nearly collided, and a large part of Tosh wished they had if only to feel his body again.&nbsp; "Erm...hi," he said with a half smile.&nbsp; "Do you think we could talk...privately?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 22:47:21</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent, wanting to leave sickbay</strong><br><br>“There you go A’ia, just like new.” Brady said enthusiastically with a smile. One of the more minor cases, Crewman A’ia managed to be caught by surprise with the transport. She materialized fine, but that didn’t help that she was attempting to secure a picture on the wall and it fell on her causing a slight sprain. Before he could say anything further a deep voice behind him caused his cheeks to flush. Brady turned to look up at Vergil Tosh.<br><br>“Of course, Lieutenant.” Brady answered. He momentarily turned back to the Crewman. “If you feel any more discomfort, just let me know.”<br><br>Brady turned back around and escorted Tosh to one of the private labs that was unoccupied. “It’s kinda died…er…quieted down in sickbay. Just minor scrapes and bruises.” Brady started rambling. He fidgeted with a tricorder left on the counter. “Do you need something? Are you hurt?” Brady opened the tricorder.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 01:53:39</strong>
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				<strong>Tosh, cornering Brady for a quiet conversation</strong><br><br>They moved aside to one of the small attached labs.&nbsp; It was all in order seeing as the crew was now set to rights and on their way to a well deserved shore leave.&nbsp; That was why Tosh wanted Brady alone.&nbsp; When they finally were secluded from anyone left in sickbay, Tosh listened for the short moment that Brady rambled and tried to make small talk.&nbsp; It was cute.&nbsp; The larger male could have listened to it for a while before even thinking about stopping Brady, but he had other plans at the moment.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; I am uninjured.&nbsp; I came to...to see you," he managed to get out.&nbsp; With a heavy sigh, he continued before his own discomfort got to him.&nbsp; "I, uhh...wondered if you...I mean, where you might be...uhh...shore leave.&nbsp; Have you decided what you'll be doing?&nbsp; I mean...I hadn't heard you mention anything.&nbsp; Arkaria is a foreign planet to me, and I was wondering if it was the same for you."&nbsp; The man spoke while looking anywhere but directly at Brady.&nbsp; His words were a bit jumbled and a bit less organized than before, but he thought he did a good job even though he never came right out and said what he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 01:44:26</strong>
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				<strong>Brady, giddy with happiness</strong><br><br>Brady couldn’t hide his smile as Tosh spoke. Tosh came to see him. The harsh exterior of the Angosian soldier seemed to be less sure of himself. It made Brady wild with excitement. “I’ve never been to Arkaria, but I heard it’s beautiful.” Brady commented. “We’ve all been given some time off. Do you…do you want to…I don’t know, explore Arkaria? With me, I mean.” Brady added the last bit just to be certain.<br><br>In the smaller room Brady had this desire to lean forward and put his hands on Tosh’s chest. He could tell the Angosian was made out of pure muscle. Not the bulging rippling kind that looked freakish. The perfect sculpted kind that not only showed strength, but also flexibility, speed, and refinement. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 17:02:49</strong>
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				<strong>Tosh, trying to stay composed while speaking</strong><br><br>Brady's reply was exactly what he had been hoping for.&nbsp; Exploring Arkaria was certainly going to be an adventure though the tall male had ideas of exploring the young ensign as well.&nbsp; He never voiced those, however.&nbsp; "That would be a welcome experience, indeed."&nbsp; The older man replied.&nbsp; Brady wasn't the only one having desires either.&nbsp; Tosh would have liked to lean in and feel Brady's lips against his own.&nbsp; He wondered how the young man tasted.&nbsp; That wouldn't be appropriate though, or would it?&nbsp; They were officially beginning shore leave now.&nbsp; All Tosh had to do was prepare and leave word in the computer.&nbsp; He wanted to hold Brady again.&nbsp; That brief moment of uncertainty before was perhaps the highlight of the mission so far.&nbsp; He resisted though.<br><br>"I will do a final check with security then I will be able to leave.&nbsp; Should we meet somewhere?&nbsp; My quarters?"&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; The man was going to suggest the transporter room, but he didn't want Brady waiting for him if he was held up.&nbsp; "If I'm not there, just go in.&nbsp; I'll allow the computer to permit you access."&nbsp; The man said with the tiniest hint of a smile.&nbsp; "I best get started.&nbsp; Arkaria is waiting.&nbsp; I will meet you later."&nbsp; Tosh said and left to step out of the lab and then out of sickbay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 18:57:36</strong>
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				<strong>Brady, practically speechless</strong><br><br>"Yeah, that's perfect." Brady flushed. "Err...yes, sir." The young nurse felt a little out of sorts talking so informally with a Senior Officer in uniform. It would probably have been easier without the security uniform and the collar pips. Brady flushed even further thinking of Tosh without his uniform.<br><br>Quickly the nurse tossed the tricorder back on the counter and walked into sickbay. He saw the EMH. "My shift's done, going on leave now. Bye." Brady didn't even stop as he walked out.<br><br>&lt;continued in Brady/Cerise quarters&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 01:18:01</strong>
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				Darrin had to grin as he saw the flushed look on Tosh's face that matched the one worn my his nurse Brady.&nbsp; He put down the tricorder he'd just finished using on the last of his patients.&nbsp; Sickbay was clear now.&nbsp; All of the patients had been treated and released.&nbsp; Dark blonde brows pulled together as he thought of those flushed faces and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.&nbsp; Chewing on the inside corner of his lower lip he stood still for a moment, then with determined strides he made his way to his private office in sickbay.&nbsp; The swivel chair at his desk was black and ferrian leather.&nbsp; <br><br>Soft like a tribble's fir, it held Darrin's body in ergonomic comfort.&nbsp; He cleared his throat, then cleared it again. Leaning forward he pressed the code for Makaya's com unit to leave him the following message:<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Commander,<br><br>I was wondering, if you would like to join me for dinner this evening. <br><br>Looking forward to hearing from you.<br><br>Darrin<br><br>Then before he could think further on the subject, he entered send. <br></span><br><br>With a nervous sigh, he leaned back in his seat and hoped.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 19:28:15</strong>
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				Kavash had waited till his shift ended then found himself wandering the corridors of the ship deep in thought.&nbsp; Before he knew it he realized he was standing outside the door to Sick bay. Smiling at the reasons he believed he had arrived at this location, he stepped through the door and looked around the large bay room.&nbsp; Seeing who he was looking for, he thought he remembered her telling him her name was Cerise, he set a larger mischievous grin on his face and walked slowly towards the young attractive ensign on the other side of the room going over supplies in a cabinet.&nbsp; Stepping up to a bio bed close by and jumping up to sit on the soft mattress, Kavash cleared his throat lightly.<br><br>"Although I know the Chronitrons are gone, I still feel these youthful feelings, strange heart palpitations and as soon as I entered your presence I got dizzy.&nbsp; I think you need to examine me again.&nbsp; The procedure may not have worked the way it was supposed to."&nbsp; His smile reset itself as he stared into her big brown expressive eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 03:10:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise's face lit up in a smile as she recognized the voice behind her.&nbsp; Kavash.&nbsp; He had come back to find her, which was a good thing.&nbsp; She had thought about him a lot over the past day or two, and wondered why that was.&nbsp; She had never really been one to fuss over a man.&nbsp; The young Ensign had found earlier on that she never should let a man come between her work, but at the same time, she had never found a man that seemed worthy of her either.&nbsp; But, now was not the time for her to be thinking about that.&nbsp; She had a handsome man in front of her trying to get her attention.<br><br>"Hmm..." she said, looking at Kavash.&nbsp; "That's most strange," she murmured.&nbsp; "Are you trying to suggest that I don't know how to do my job, Lieutenant?" she asked, grinning at him.&nbsp; "And, in my defense, you weren't in here long enough for the full treatment," she all but sing-songed, looking at him.&nbsp; "So, it's not really my blame if you aren't properly healed..."&nbsp; She put down the things that were in her hands before she walked over standing next to the biobed that Kavash was lounging on.&nbsp; She placed her hand on the side, next to him, looking him over.<br><br>"Perhaps you can try and tell what it is that seems to be ailing you this time?" she murmured.&nbsp; "When was the last time you had a full examination?"&nbsp; Her voice though was anything but professional as she spoke.&nbsp; It had gotten a few octaves lower, and her eyes glittered as she looked him.</span><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 09:45:55</strong>
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				<em>"Hmm...That's most strange.&nbsp; Are you trying to suggest that I don't know how to do my job, Lieutenant?"</em> Her grin made his heart race and caused his grin to turn more towards that of a pouty kid trying to get something from a parent.&nbsp; "No....I"&nbsp; He said as she continued happily <br><br><em> "And, in my defense, you weren't in here long enough for the full treatment,"</em> Her friendly soft face pierced any wall or shield he may have had up and shot deep inside him.&nbsp; <em>&nbsp; "So, it's not really my blame if you aren't properly healed..."</em>&nbsp; Kavash watched her as she approached and stood next to him looking him up and down.&nbsp; His eyes never left hers although his peripheral vision ran over her body slowly, her sleek soft curves were well accented in the tight fitting uniform.&nbsp; Her mane of silky brown hair was expertly tied back off her shoulders, but a few strands of her bangs boldly hung down across the side of her face.&nbsp; Kavash found the minor imperfection alluring in the face of her almost angelic appearance.&nbsp; Her proximity set off feelings in his body, stirrings deep inside him that made his heart race a little faster.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Perhaps you can try and tell what it is that seems to be ailing you this time?&nbsp; she murmured.&nbsp; "When was the last time you had a full examination?"</em>&nbsp; Kavash caught the glitter in her eye as his eyes jumped to her lips as she spoke, her full pink lips were wet and shimmering and Kavash suddenly felt a need to kiss her. <br><br>Looking back to her eyes he reset his smile, trying to hide how her presence was effecting him.&nbsp; "My heart is racing, I still have these adolescent urges and feelings like I did when I was under the influence of the Chronitons and right now I feel a bit woozy!"&nbsp; He ran his eyes down and up her body slowly before he continued, then returning his gaze to hers, he let his lips part as he paused pretending to be in between thoughts.&nbsp; ".....The last time I had a full exam was when I arrived on the Intrepid."&nbsp; His voice dropped a few octaves to match hers as he leaned in closer to her.&nbsp; "Of course that last exam wasn't very thorough, I don't think they really examined every inch of my body."&nbsp; Kavash let the comment hang in between them for a moment then leaned back on his hands, slowly putting some space between their faces with a very 'Cheshire cat' grin on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 13:59:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You haven't, have you?"&nbsp; Cerise tsked right after she said those words, though the same playfulness to her actions remained.&nbsp; She watched him as he leaned in and then leaned back away from her again.&nbsp; Cerise made a note on her pad, before turning back to look at him again.&nbsp; "Woozy, hmm?&nbsp; It could still the be lingering effects of the Chronitons in your system," she told him.&nbsp; "I'm sure you'll be fine in another hour or so."<br><br>This man was certainly enjoyable, and a flirt he was certainly that.&nbsp; "I do believe that your goal is to make me blush, Lieutenant," she murmured, looking at him carefully.&nbsp; "And, that currently, you're well on your way to succeeding if you keep that up," she grinned.&nbsp; "So, you mentioned that you've never had a full body exam before.&nbsp; Do you think that such a thing is needed right now?" she inquired, gazing at the markings that seemed to be going down one side of his face.<br><br>"These are nice," Cerise said, reaching out to touch the side of his face before she realized that she was going to do so and the touch was probably unwarranted.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," she said, smiling apologetically.&nbsp; "That's where your symbiote is, isn't it?&nbsp; I'll have to remember to be careful not to touch that area too harshly in the future."&nbsp; When Cerise spoke the words, she hadn't realized that they implied that she wanted to see him again and spend more time with him in the future.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 14:43:39</strong>
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				<em>"You haven't, have you?" </em>&nbsp; Kavash smiled playfully in response to her tsks and her apparent shift to a more playful attitude.&nbsp; <em>"Woozy, hmm?&nbsp; It could still the be lingering effects of the Chronitons in your system......I'm sure you'll be fine in another hour or so."</em><br><br>"Actually I didn't start feeling lightheaded until I came to Sickbay sat down here next to you." He gave Cerise a coy sheepish look, still maintaining his undertones of playfulness. "Do you think I might have some sort of sickness, I seem to feel this way whenever I'm near you."&nbsp; His grin returned with a bit of a curl on the ends.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I do believe that your goal is to make me blush, Lieutenant......and, that currently, you're well on your way to succeeding if you keep that up,"</em>&nbsp; Kavash tried to look surprised and portrayed a look of exaggerated innocence in the face of her accusation.&nbsp; Her grin however broke his fained incrimination.&nbsp; <em>"So, you mentioned that you've never had a full body exam before.&nbsp; Do you think that such a thing is needed right now?"</em>&nbsp; She asked, and Kavash noticed her eyes lock onto his trademark Trill spots running down either side of his face and neck to regions further down his body.&nbsp; <em>"These are nice,"</em> She continue as she unconsciously reached out to touch the spots.&nbsp; Kavash inwardly purred as her soft hand touched his face, his eyes closed for the split second that she touched him, enjoying it fully.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I'm sorry,"</em> She said withdrawing her hand slowly.&nbsp; <em>"That's where your symbiote is, isn't it?&nbsp; I'll have to remember to be careful not to touch that area too harshly in the future."</em> Kavash caught her hand as she pulled it away, holding it gently as he stared up at her.&nbsp; His seven lifetimes had taught him many things about the art of seduction and sexual playfulness.&nbsp; He let his gaze hold her mesmerized for a moment, his thumb lightly caressed the inside of her palm then after he was sure that he had achieved the desired effect he guided her hand down to his belly, just below his sternum <br><br>"Actually, the Teel Symbiant is here, in the pouch in my belly.&nbsp; he connects to my mind through there."&nbsp; He leaned back again on his elbows, laying across the slim bio bed staring up at her, the hand closest to Cerise's just barely touching her fingers.&nbsp; "So are you going to examine me?&nbsp; Because if you're not busy I know of a really nice spot on Arkaria to have a private picnic.&nbsp; I could definitely use some R&amp;R and I think it would be a good idea if I had a medical escort to make sure there aren't any residual effects of the Chronitons."&nbsp; He smiled coyly again watching her expression and her slowly reddening face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 16:07:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise laughed happily after Kavash finished speaking.&nbsp; The man was definitely delightful.&nbsp; "Is that your way of asking me out on a date, Lieutenant?" she asked, batting her eyes innocently at him.&nbsp; "Because, if it is, then I fully accept the invitation," she murmured, letting her fingers brush against his on the hand that lay on the biobed.&nbsp; She was happy that she was able to find one person on board the McNair that made her day just a bit more brighter.&nbsp; The hand that he had placed on his stomach was still there and Cerise gently let her fingers trace around an inch or so on his delicate skin.<br><br>"I don't have any work to do for the next day or so while we're here," she said, referring to their time that they would spend on the planet.&nbsp; Cerise was jolted a bit, realizing how close of a position that they were in, but she couldn't bring herself to quite care about the repercussions.&nbsp; "I would like to get to know you better," she said softly, her cheeks blooming even redder than she thought was possible as she revealed her little admission to Kavash.&nbsp; She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, and found herself thinking about whether that was the most smartest thing in the world for her to say out loud.<br><br>She turned her face away from him so she could catch her bearings.&nbsp; She had to reign herself together so as to not further embarrass herself.&nbsp; Right now, she felt like she was a teenager again flirting with her new crush for the first time.&nbsp; In a way, she realized, she was doing just that.&nbsp; She did know however, that she was not in high school anymore, so she would have to act intelligent around him.&nbsp; "I would like to go back to my quarters to get changed into something a bit more comfortable than a boring uniform," she told him.&nbsp; "You may join me, if you'd like, or I can meet you in the lounge or at the ship's entrance in about fifteen minutes?"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 20:09:18</strong>
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				<em>"Is that your way of asking me out on a date, Lieutenant.....because, if it is, then I fully accept the invitation," </em> The way Cerise innocently batted her eyes and smiled at him struck deeper behind his suave practiced veneer than he had expected, he felt his eyes flash and a bit more of a smile run across his lips.&nbsp; Her hand on the bed brushed lightly against his and the hand on his stomach lightly caressed the tight fabric of his uniform, sending chills down his spine.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I don't have any work to do for the next day or so while we're here.....I would like to get to know you better,"</em>&nbsp; Kavash sat up and leaned in close to her, his face mere inches from hers.&nbsp; He noticed a bit of surprise in her eyes, as if she had unconsciously told him how she felt, marveled at how the blushing of her cheeks and the flush of her skin made her seem more radiant.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if it was the bright lights in the room or her natural state, but she was glowing.&nbsp; Kavash smiled wider as she turned away trying to recompose her demeanor and pull herself together.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I would like to go back to my quarters to get changed into something a bit more comfortable than a boring uniform.....You may join me, if you'd like, or I can meet you in the lounge or at the ship's entrance in about fifteen minutes?"</em>&nbsp; Noticing a bit of a tone of nervous energy in her voice and and almost adolescent look in her eye, Kavash reached up and lightly took Cerise by the shoulder, pulling her closer so that she was standing against the biobed, in between his legs and mere inches from his face.&nbsp; He could feel her warmth in her arms and radiating from her body.&nbsp; He stared into her eyes for a long moment.<br><br>"I would be happy to join you, are you sure we'd make it to the planet if I did though?"&nbsp; He left the question and the hidden innuendo hanging in the air, letting her decide where she wanted to go from here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 20:48:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise felt her breath hitch in her throat at the fact that she was this close to Kavash.&nbsp; They were in quite the intimate position right now, and she was powerless to stop it.&nbsp; "I...I think that you are right...We might not end up leaving if we were to go back to my quarters," she told him, her eyes unable to move from his.&nbsp; She smiled softly, raising her fingers to stroke against his cheek gently. She felt the nervous thumping inside her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach adding to the myriad of feelings that were going through her right now.<br><br>Cerise was very appreciative of the fact that Kavash was flirty, yet sweet.&nbsp; He was not pushy.&nbsp; She felt somewhat comfortable with him, and the fact that he was slowly advancing on her.&nbsp; "And," she said, looking at him.&nbsp; "I think that, being that it's such a nice day outside, or so I've heard, we should at least venture out for a little bit.&nbsp; If things get...interesting," she told him, looking at him, stroking his cheek gently.&nbsp; "We could always come back here," she said, watching him carefully.<br><br>"The choice is basically yours," she told him softly.&nbsp; "I just...I don't want to be one of those girls," she said, putting emphasis on the word "those".&nbsp; "I just want to be up front that, while I like what I've seen about you so far, I don't want to be one of those girls that is the...bed buddy, for lack of a better word," she teased.&nbsp; "I'm a lady, and I don't do the random hookups," she grinned.&nbsp; "I don't know what your expectations are," she told him.&nbsp; Then, she paused, and laughed a little.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I'm rambling," she said.&nbsp; "I just want to make sure that we're on the same page," she told him, giving his hand a little squeeze.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 21:08:34</strong>
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				Kavash smiled as Cerise rambled on like a teenager confronted with the reality that her first real crush actually noticed her.&nbsp; The seven lifetimes of experience he had behind him as both men and women gave him a very interesting insight into what was going on in Cerise's mind and body right now so he decided to honor the moment; knowing full well if they went back to her quarters something raw and very carnal would happen.<br><br>As she finished, the look she gave him was one of jovial uncertainty.&nbsp; He could see the look in her eye that said "I hope I didn't just scare you off" and "I really want you" at the same time.&nbsp; He laughed, a chuckled that made his face light up happily.&nbsp; Without warning or intent, he quickly grabbed either side of her face and planted a long kiss on her lips.&nbsp; Breaking the embrace he pushed her back carefully and slide off the biobed.&nbsp; "Great! I'll run to my quarter and try and find something comfortable to wear.&nbsp; I'll meet you in transporter room two in fifteen minutes." <br><br>With that he was headed for the door.&nbsp; Just for a moment he paused, and looked back, admiring the mystified teenage girl who was standing in the place of the young attractive Ensign.&nbsp; He smirked and walked through the doors as they slid open for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 04:14:07</strong>
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				A crises seemed so trivial once it had been averted. That was how Makari tried to look at it anyway. Not that he ever could. Even a Risian didn't have that sunny a disposition. A crises was a crises. The aftermath may have not been so dire as the situation but it left so many things in its wake. In this case it was unanswered questions. And dead crew. It was the latter that kept Makari from appreciating a mission well done, or a change of duty assignments, or anything else that could and should have made a person happy. <br><br>No. Not happy. There was no happy after a difficult mission. Just a sense of accomplishment at a job well done. Even if things had spiraled out of control and almost ended badly. Almost. That was a term used far too often on star ships. Makari doubted it would change though. Almost made it. Almost lost. Almost kissed him. Almost...<br><br>Kissed him? Him who? Makari shook his head. He was so losing it.<br><br>As if on cue, or through some sort of weird twisted fate, a message arrived for him. He read it and grinned. Him. Not the him he almost kissed. But a kissable him. Wasn't he? More random thoughts. Enough of that. Enough worrying about a mission that was done. Instead he would live in the moment.&nbsp; So he sent a message back saying just that. When and where? Simple message. But it got the point across. And Risians were all about their points. Err. He wouldn't say that aloud. Ever. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 21:47:22</strong>
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				"When and Where."<br><br>Darrin grinned.&nbsp; "Short and to the point."&nbsp; &nbsp;His communicator buzzed for the next few minutes as he made a flurry of plans.&nbsp; <br><br>Dashing off a quick reply, he wrote, "Meet me at the transporter in half an hour. Bring a scarf.-- D."<br><br>With a lilt to his step, he hit the showers, excited for the first time in a long while.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Sickbay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 15:43:17</strong>
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				In the flirtatious version of the game of cat and mouse, Makari didn't care which role he was cast in. Either suited the Risian just fine. Such was the laid back nature of Risa and its inhabitants. True to Risian form he was happy just to know that he was progressing in the game, that he was moving forward, that a hunk of hotness was bending to his will like a soft bit of clay worked its way through the fingers of a master sculptor as he sat at the wheel, spinning, gently caressing...<br><br>He laughed to himself at those thoughts. He had simply agreed to meet Darrin at the transporters. And to apparently bring a scarf along with him. Hardly a game of cat and mouse. It was hardly even a game of sleeping cat and slow to the draw mouse. It was... well the transporter and a scarf. Unless he had meant JUST a scarf... now that would have been interesting, though Makari did have a feeling that even with a laid back captain such as theirs, the uniform code was not quite THAT lax. <br><br>Not about to go about the ship in his skin and a smile, he left sickbay and headed towards his quarters. To grab a scarf. And then go to the transporter. Sleepy cat, lethargic mouse, let the games begin.<br><br>
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