A helping hand

Posted on Wednesday, 13 May 2020 - 9:54pm by Lieutenant Ryan Rose MD & Lieutenant Alex Kingsley

Mission: Operation: Recall
Location: Science labs
Timeline: MD4 1700 hours

Inwardly convinced she would be dreaming of star charts for the rest of her existence, Lieutenant Kingsley sat cross-legged on top of her desk staring down at the floor. Below her, a collection of PADDs were arranged, one for each planet under consideration. All possible locations for them to find Commander Stillwater (retired). At this point she was prepared to just throw darts at them and let gravity and chance decide which one could be considered 'the best' target. All very scientific, obviously. Fortunately, they had intel and psychologists to help.

Hearing the door open she glanced up, offering her visitor a bright smile. "Doctor Rose, come on in. Excuse the mess. I've been looking at charts and planetary studies for so long, I thought a different perspective might help," she explained as she slipped down to the floor and gathered up the clutter. "Come on in, please. Excuse the mess."

"It's fine Lieutenant, this is hardly a mess." He stepped in fully. He was actually happy to see something so normal as sitting on top of ones desk to try and gain a new perspective. "I've been know to try the sit on top of the desk trick myself. And it's Ryan, please."

"Sure thing," she nodded, "can I get you a drink or anything? Have a seat. Just drop the those journals on the floor, none of the editions this month were especially good."

"A ginger ale, would be great." Ryan replied, deciding he'd actually have a drink for enjoyment. He carefully move the journals to the floor. "I hate it when the journals are subpar." He sympathized with her.

"I'm guessing you got my message?" she asked. "Sorry if it was cryptic. I thought we might be able to help, with preparing the medical supplies for the planets we will be searching? Specifically, for some antiviral and antibiotics."

"Yes, I got the message, and don't worry about it. It wasn't cryptic. Thank you for the offer. That would be very helpful actually. Being on such a small ship, We don't actually have a lot on hand, not for a mission like this. So anything Science can provide would be greatly appreciated. We've been running the medical replicator non stop it feels like."

Returning from the replicator she handed him his drink, "so, obviously we cannot cure Tuvan Syndrome given it is a degenerative condition. But from what I understand, outbreaks of Terothka virus are increasingly common, particularly in outlying worlds. They just don't have the resources or facilities to properly eradicate it. We can use the synthetic antiviral compound we store in our Level 4 lab and tailor it to the virus. I just need to know how much you need."

Ryan nodded, digging around in his labcoat pocket for a PaDD. He took a sip of the ginger ale and smiled. It had been awhile since he'd let himself enjoy the sugary soda. "Well we have scans of the area, and judging by planet density and known rates of virus spread." He came up with a number, and handed the PaDD over.

"Consider it done," she assured him. "Is there anything else you think you might need? I never object to being a biohazard lab. If you don't mind the suits, that is. I mean, never gonna win a fashion contest but still..."

"As much as I wish we could be a full blown virology lab, we just don't have the resources. We'll have to settle for what we can do. Adding powerful enough holo emitters for the EMH to be available on the shuttles should be a big help though."

"I'll stay clear of that one, when it comes to technical things, I'm better at deconstructing things," she admitted with a grin. "But you will have your antivirals, I swear."

Ryan chuckled. "That will be just fine. Excellent in fact. Thank you for the offer. If you need us to offer up some medical labs for science use after the fact so you can catch up on whatever you are putting on hold, I'd be happy to do so."

"Don't worry about it. Some of my projects have had to restart after the trip through the nebula so I will be able to play catch up," she said with a shrug. "Happy to help."

"Alright, well let me know if you change your mind, the offer is open." He could always rearrange things in medical if needed. He chugged the last of his ginger ale, then grinned and set the glass back on the replicator pad. "Oh, there is a comedy night planned for tomorrow night, in the lounge. I hope you can make it."

“As long as you don’t need me on the stage, I’ll stop by,” she smiled. “What time?”

"No no. You don't have to get on stage if you don't wan to. 1900 start time." Ryan answered.

“Then I will be there,” she promised.

{OFF}

Dr Ryan Rose
CMO

Lt.Alex Kingsley
Chief Science Officer