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Something Isn't Right

Posted on Tue Sep 22nd, 2020 @ 12:33pm by Lieutenant Commander Wale Scholl Ph.D. & Captain Mei Xiang Sun & Lieutenant Gavin Ross

Mission: Neither Past nor Future
Location: Main Sick Bay
Timeline: Current


“Jessica wouldn’t touch the 80AL -T Petri dishes.” Nurse Karen looked confused. She pulled the petri dish tray and examined each sample under the advanced microscope.

“I have never seen anything like this. All the samples are ruined.” Ross furrowed his right eyebrow upward, confused, concerned.

“This is the Shanghai serum biotics. Whatever has happened here, we can’t let happen again.” He paused.

“Computer, run a level three diagnostic on the serum containment fields, nothing any discrepancies,” Ross ordered the main computer.

“Running…” The central computer replied.

“Level Three Scan. Bio Serum Containment analysis complete. Shelving unit AA5 contaminated. A transient biologic source present.”

“Transient source?” Gavin was further confused. “What happened? The containment field is intact, yet the computer is saying there is a transient bio traces of something else involved.” He turned to Nurse Karen.

“Karen, I’m placing a stasis field over this whole unit. Don’t let anyone near this. I’m going to call in the Sciences Department. This is interesting.” He shook his head. He paused and reached for his mug of coffee and took a drink, safely away from the production of bio serums, vital to the crew of the Shanghai.

“Doctor Ross to Chief Scholl.” He opened communication. “We require your expertise in Sickbay. I think we have a problem.” He did not elaborate.

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Main Lounge
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Wale kept his head low as he sat in the lounge. It still felt weird to be on a Starfleet ship after all this time - and he didn't intend to be here for longer than necessary, but his presence on the ship was a necessary discomfort to coordinate the assistance that the Colony so deserately needed. With only one hour for lunch in-between meetings, he had little choice but to visit the ship's lounge for a quick pasta meal.

He looked up sharply at the doctor's call, and fumbled to find the combadge that had been issued to him while he was on the ship, finding it hidden in the folds of the vest he was wearing.

"On my way," he grumbled, pushing away the half-eaten meal. He took a final sip of water, carried his tray to the replicator for recycling, and walked out of the lounge.

The Sickbay doors parted at his approach, and he entered with a heavy heart - if such a facility had been at their disposal seven years ago, there wouldn't be two gravestones next to his house. He sighed, and spotted Ross at the far end of Sickbay, in the medical lab.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Doctor," Gavin was a bit surprised seeing Scholl in his off duty uniform. "I apologize for the hastiness in my request. Please come with me, Sir."

Gavin led the Lieutenant Commander, as he remembered, to the stock hold at the back of the Sick Bay. "I've had some issues with the Shanghai biologic production process." He pulled up recent data schematics of the Petri dishes having gone awry.

The information highlighted the fact that there was an overgrowth of some sort, he could not ascertain what it was. "I've set up a bio containment field around the whole area, I've scanned for contaminants, pre and post procedures for these biologics and found no issues." He shrugged. "Routine as I can be."

"Yet take a look at these Petri dishes under the micron if you may, he offered the full extent of his lab to the top Scientist.

Wale rolled the stool into position and seated himself before the quantum scanner, bringing up a magnified holographic view of the sample container. He reached out and manipulaed the holographic matrix to focus on certain areas.

"There does seem to be a contaminant at work. You're sure no one sneezed into the preparation?" he quipped, tongue in cheek.

“A sneeze?” Ross eyed the Lieutenant in surprise. “Particulate matter is 89% handled by the environmental controls. Especially in this confined area.” Speaking matter of factly, Ross stated, “Agonist agents are also standard. An aerosolizer in this room alone. In Starfleet medical history, I’d say a total of… 15, no 14 incident journals reported spoiled onboard pharmaceutical production.”

“None the less I understand you had to ask. And last I checked, no staff is suffering any contagions.” He shrugged.

"I was joking," replied Wale. "If anyone on your staff had sneezed, or brought any kind of contaminant in this lab, the biofilters would have caught it, and eliminated it - or otherwise would have raised a biohazard alarm."

He looked more closely at the scanner. "It looks like some kind of prion contamination at work here."

"Prion?" Ross was shocked to hear.

Wale pushed away the scanner and stood. "Yep. You've got a nasty bug here. Everyone who's been in this room has been exposed to a prionic contaminant - you and me included, thanks. We need to be placed in complete isolation for 48 hours, and undergo full neurological scans to rule out infection.

"As for this room, it needs to be sealed off. Federation Science Council standard procedure for prionic decontamination states that this lab needs to be flooded with a thirty-five percent nebulized sodium hydroxide atmosphere at a pressure of 356 kilopascals, and a temperature of 130 degrees Celsius, for thirty hours. And that also includes whatever equipment transited though this lab. Data padds, sample containers, everything. I hope the contamination is limited to this room, and that it hasn't been spread around too much."

Gavin knew full well what the protocols were and how time-consuming the process would be. The Doctor had been through Starfleet simulations and was well berthed on Bio-Containment measures as he essentially operated a lab.

He smiled. “Glad to have you with us, Wale.” He placed his hand on the glass wall panel. “Computer. Initiate bio containment lockdown procedure. Delta Niner One One, Ross.” The glass on the instruction interface for the lab had scanned his hand, reading his signature.

= Containment process enacted. = The lab had a flash of green hugh, as the international bio-hazard logo appeared on consoles.

= Securing local perimeter = The sickbay nurses on the other side of the room stopped what they were doing and looked at both Schol and Gavin. “It’s alright, everyone. Remain where you are. Do not leave the Sick Bay. Any patients are to be attended to as per standard protocols.”

Secondary labs on other decks would take over sickbay responsibilities for the time being. The nurses in the room would be scanned via multi-modal vector intricacies.

“This just got interesting, Doctor.” He turned to Scholl. His face stark and concerned.

"That's one way to put it," muttered Scholl. He led the way out of the lab and into a nearby isolation room, before the computer started the heat sterilization procedure in the lab they'd just vacated.

Ross was busy checking over his padd with the various systems that were now being re-routed to the central medical laboratory and other vacant work stations on the ship. At the moment, the next 48 hours would be a blip to get through.

He taped his Communications badge as he watched Scholl take a seat in the quarantine room.

=^= Captain. This is Lieutenant Ross here. There has been a prion contagion in the Main Sickbay laboratory. I've set up a level II biostasis containment lockdown on the advice of Lieutenant Commander Scholl. He has advised on several parameters over 48 hours, a sterilization process undertaken in sickbay. =^= He breathed outward. Slapping his hand at his thigh, then sitting down in the room with Wale.

=^= I've re-routed sickbay operations to two temporary sites that have been updated in the computer's main directory, as well as called on new nursing staff to man the decks of the vacant labs who are free of this prion. I am sorry, Captain. We will be out of use for... 48 hours. =^= He winced, bridging his nose with his fingers pinching them.

Mei could be heard with an audible sigh. "Right, noted. I'll have security close off the corridors and reroute people for now." She took a breath. "Keep me up to date - and get with Logistics to clear a cargo bay to convert for emergencies if you need too." The sounds of the bridge took over for a second as the crew around her clearly was working to follow the orders. "And have Doctor Scholl come see me when he has a chance. If there's nothing else..."

"We're in complete isolation for the next 48 hours," replied Wale. "Unless you'd like to come down yourself, it'll have to wait."

"Hm." Mei chimed, "I'll reassess then. I'll set up a holo conference with you then. I'll have my Yeoman set it up. You should hear from him before too long." She paused, "Let me know if there is anything else."

After Mei's orders, Gavin interjected. "So, I'm starving. What can I get for you, Mr. Scholl?" He asked. Gavin was helping himself to an energy bar and a refill of caffeinated energy drink. He was confused as to why Scholl was no longer being addressed as a full officer?

"Nothing," said Wale curtly. He glanced at what Gavin had replicated and frowned. "You know those things are slowly killing you."

"Look, Scholl." Gavin took a drink as he turned to look his way. "I understand your frustration. I called you for a biological issue.”

"Sincerely, Thank you for your help." He shook his head and leaned back toward the counter as he swallowed the drink, circling it around in the metal canister.

"It is only going to be.." He looked at his silver wrist chronometer "Forty-seven hours now. You can choose to be foul. It's not going to change things." He could sense the man's frustration, and he understood. However, as a scientist, he had to encounter issues like this in the past.

"It's nothing personal," replied Wale. "Just being here... If we'd had access to something like this... Hundreds of people would still be alive."

"I can't say I understand what happened down there." He replied. "I know the death count was... Intolerable. But you are a voice for them. For the survivors. We need you here on the Shanghai..." He spoke quietly.

Wale gave Ross a burning stare, but said nothing. Starfleet's betrayal had come at an extremely heavy personal cost for him. A Starfleet ship was the last place in the galaxy where he wanted to be.

He turned on his heels and headed for the next room. "I have to get set up for the Captain's holocall," he explained over his shoulder.

Doctor Ross felt Scholl's burning anger. If it was anything else, the room would be on fire. Ross looked to the floor, breathing outward when Wale had left the room and then continued to drink his energy drink.



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