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Ensign Alieth - The Hippocratic Oath

2020-02-19 19:50:20


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((OOC: the short description of Sirok's reaction has been arranged with his
writer. I also want to apologize for the length of the sim, I haven't found
a place to cut it to make two mails of a suitable length. I'm still at that
point on the learning curve.))





((Conference Room One, Embassy, Duronis II))


The trip to the conference room was longer than the doctor had calculated.
It was a comfortable walk for Alieth, but her colleagues seemed to be in
different states of exhaustion because of it. Quen and Garcia were showing
slight signs of discomfort, something to be expected after treatment in the
clinic, but Teller looked like he was straining his body to the limit of
his capabilities. The Vulcan doctor didn't say a word, but she kept him
under close surveillance, just in case.

Quen: We're almost there - you good?

Alieth welcomed the other doctor's question internally, and waited with
interest for the patient's reply. However, as he seemed to be used to,
Teller had something else in mind and proceeded to move forward into the
room. The chamber door hissed in front of them, revealing a large table to
the newcomers' eyes. The seats around it were nearly all taken. Alieth had
spotted, in her brief stay at the embassy, several of them at some time
since her arrival in Duroniss. However, there were other faces that she was
unfamiliar with.

Wilkins: Any news on how the Executive Officer is recovering?

Teller: Very well, thank you Ensign Wilkins. I'm glad to see all of you
back here and in one piece. Mr. Pandorn, if I didn't properly express my
appreciation at the time, allow me to now - thanks for getting that shuttle
off my arm.

Pandorn: No thanks needed, Commander. You'd have done the same if i was the
one who had a shuttle dropped on him. ::indicates Sirok next to him:: This
is Ensign Sirok. Another engineer which we sorely needed.

Alieth sat in one of the few unoccupied seats, almost in front of her
Academy peer.

Sirok: Response

Teller nodded towards the new officer and smiled.

Teller: Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sirok. We can always use another good
engineer - welcome.

Deena took a seat at the table as he continued to talk.

Teller: While we wait, maybe you can bring me up to speed. I reviewed the
Thor's mission files when I was transferred here, so I know there was an
incursion into Romulan space recently, but I don't know the context. Can
you take me through the highlights?

Recalling the messy and convoluted details of their last mission, Deena
exchanged a knowing look with Pandorn, Lovar, and Garcia.

Pandorn: The short version is that t e Tal Shiar was cooking up a
bio-weapon that they intended to unleash on a few Federation and Romulan
Republic worlds. We had to breach Romulan space and destroy the virus and
the facility producing it. And a pleasure cruiser that was hijacked for
test subjects. Very insidious plan they had.



Garcia: Response

Quen: A virus. I'll spare you the details, but our former Chief of =
Surgery
rather ...creatively described it as =E2=80=98the zombie virus'. Na=
sty piece of
work...

Lovar: Response

Wilkins: Response

Alieth was largely unaware of the latest events prior to her arrival on the
planet; the reports she had received shortly before she began her journey
to her first assignment now seemed to be slightly out of date. She tilted
her head over one shoulder. Curiosity lit up her dark eyes briefly before
she repressed it as was appropriate and her gaze took on the same aseptic,
restrained nature that was customary on her countenance. While her
knowledge of human culture was perfunctory, she possessed a modest
acquaintance with zombi's legendarium, due to the fact that her officer's
test had shifted tangentially around that concept. Finding out that the
embassy had suffered a similar case not so long ago was a genuinely
fascinating coincidence.



She leaned 1.2 degrees forward, ready to debrief those present on the
matter when the Admiral made her presence known in the room. Unwilling to
disrespect the officer in charge of the embassy, Alieth recovered her
initial position and prepared to listen.

Turner: First of all I want to welcome Ensigns Alieth, Sirok, Wilkins, and
2nd Lt. Greaves to the Senior Staff.. You couldn't have come at a better
time as far as our need for you, nor the worst time, considering we are at
war with the Tel Shiar. And make no mistake firing on one of our shuttles
causing it to crash and kidnapping one of us was indeed an act of war we
cannot, nor will not, ignore.

Alieth and Sirok looked at each other for a moment and nodded. In
recognition of each other, from some point of view it might seem that they
would smile, but it would be nothing more than an optical illusion.

The admiral waved her hand, and a chart of the Typhon Expanse came up above
the tabletop.

Turner: Additionally, Intelligence reported, a ship, most likely a Warbird,
barely on the edge of their sensor range and deep inside Romulan territory
had left its base like a bat out of hell a few minutes earlier. It was
pushing its engines so hard, it disrupted its cloaking device just enough
to leave a small particle footprint behind. A few possible destinations
have been projected.



Alieth pursed her lip minutely. She had mixed thoughts about her genetic
cousins. While logic encouraged her to judge by individual actions rather
than by broad opinions about a species, all the knowledge she had about
Romulan interactions with the UFP made her leery of them. The fact that
they had rejected Surak's teachings from the beginning to become what they
were neither helped her standpoint regarding them.



Turner: ... including: ::pointing on the chart to blank space:: a pre=
viously
uncharted system within the Typhon Expanse. Long-range sensor readings of
that system were distorted, but they showed the unmistakable traces of a
material that was close to the top of the Federations hazardous substances
list. Proto-matter, and a lot of it. Enough, if used as a weapon, could
totally devastate any system in the Universe.

Another point to worry about. Alieth had always been interested in
chemistry, and was familiar with the virtues and dangers of protomatter.
That a blatantly hostile Empire threatened to acquire a considerable amount
was a matter of concern.

Turner: For this mission, we will need two teams. The Search Team to find
and recover Lt. Cmdr. Addison MacKenzie and her captors, comprised of the
following:

Lt. Cmdr. Teller, Major Parker, Lt. Col. Mitchell, 2nd Lt. Greaves and
other Marines designated by Major Parker.



The Vulcan's eyebrows descended slightly on her forehead and Alieth's gaze
drifted across the table until her eyes fell on Commander Teller. She had
permitted the human under her care to attend the briefing due his stubborn
statements, but that he would lead a team with a chance to engage in
combat, without an assigned medical officer, seemed not only illogical but
perilous in her judgment.



Turner: Interception Team will accompany me on the USS Thunder - A, with
Lt. Commander Alex Brodie as Acting First Officer, Lt. Ben Garcia at helm,
Lt. Commander Krindo Pandorn and Ensign Sirok as engineers, Lt. Quen Deena
(Acting CMO) and Ensign Alieth in Medical, Lt. Lorian Lovar and Ensign
Wilkins in Science.



Alieth remained silent, musing between interrupting the Admiral to discuss
her medical concerns and waiting for the end of the briefing to voice her
opinion. Eventually her adherence to the regulations and chain of command
led her to remain mute, although she shifted her position in the chair
slightly, reflecting her inclination to engage in conversation.



Turner: My reason for taking the Thunder is tactical. Although a smaller
ship, she is a battlecruiser and has the weaponry to back her up. And like
the Thor she is equipped with Quantum Slip-Stream Warp Drive (QSD) We
don't know what we will need out there, but the Thunder will likely have
more of it.



Wilkins: Should everyone on the Intercept Team be armed with phasers?



Turner: Absolutely, since there is the possibility that we could be
boarded. We'll have several Marine fireteams on board but everyone must
take responsibility for their own safety too.



Mitchell: Ma'am, I have Lightning and Falcon squadrons currently he=
lping
the Bronwyn and Bondi on barrier patrol around the planet. Six Lancers and
six updated Peregrines. Their normally based space side on the Thunder. Do
you want them along with you for this run?



Turner: Yes, I think it would be prudent should the Warbird engages us in
battle. Thank you Rode for pointing that asset out to me, but let's leave
three Lancers and three Peregrines here to help back up the Bronwyn, Bondi,
and now, the Thor.



Mitchell: Yes ma'am.



Pandorn: There is something that is puzzling me about this kidnapping. It
seems like two separate incidents doesn't it? This might be the Tactical
Officer in me, but what if they are linked somehow?



Turner: Response

Pandorn: We used an inventive diversion to get to Thendara Two and Jorok
Three, maybe they are trying something similar? They will need to go
through this sector to get to the Typhon Expanse quickly instead of going
the long way around. I think the hit team is on a suicide mission.
::shudders at the implication::

Turner: Response

Alieth: Sir, I suggest the Search Team include a medical officer. :: She
droned. Her voice was as even and unemotional as it had been on sickbay,
yet it was quieter than it had been before, almost certainly shy :: Given
Commander Teller's physical condition, our lack of knowledge about the
CMO's status and the likelihood of the team engaging in combat, it is
logical that a doctor should be present on the team.

Turner: Response

Staff members: Response



Parker: A word with you Admiral before you beam up...



Turner: Certainly, Hanniball.



The man turned to the damp marine sitting next to him, Hannibal spoke...



Parker: Welcome to Duronis, Lieutenant...



Greaves: response



Parker: I'm going to go talk to the Admiral. Meanwhile, get yourself
acquainted with the rest...



Greaves: response

When the conversation had died down a bit, Teller stood slowly and
addressed the room.



Teller: You folks heard the Admiral - Intercept Team, rally out front of
the admin building in five minutes for transport to the Thunder. Ground
team, we'll be using the Ops center as a war room until further notice -
Major Parker, Lt. Col Mitchell & 2nd Lt. Greaves - meet me there and we'll
start formulating a tactical plan. ::He offered them a tight, knowing
smile:: I realize this isn't how anybody expected today to go...but this is
the life we chose. Good hunting to you all. Dismissed.

Turner: Daroo, somehow you were left off a team, but I would appreciate it
if you would accompany the Ground team to the Ops Center.

Pandorn: Are you sure you're up for this, Geoff? You look like you went a
few rounds with a pissed off Nausiccan. As if they're never pissed
off...::weak grin::



Teller: Response



Pandorn: Aye, sir. ::to Sirok:: Let's go, Ensign. we need to prepare the
Thunder-A.



Sirok: Response

As the usual =E2=80=98briefing over' sounds started to fill the roo=
m, Deena turned
to Alieth.

Quen: Let's get Sickbay prepped and ready as soon as we arrive. The=
Thunder
can take a beating - and it has. Prophets only know what kind of situation
we're flying into now.

Alieth blinked a couple of times before she answered her Bajoran colleague,
immersed as she was in her concern about the search team.

Alieth: ::With a simple nod of the head:: I agree. However, in spite of the
data proving their existence, I do not see how the Prophets can follow the
events unfolding in this region of the galaxy. I am interested in how you
infer their knowledge of this fact.



Alieth rose to her feet and proceeded to follow the other doctor towards
the door before she added

Alieth: You have a longer experience of this kind of mission and the
presence of protomatter is a cause for concern. What kind of equipment do
you think we should assemble?

Quen: ::nodding grimly:: Protomatter won't leave a trace. If anythi=
ng,
we're looking at a firefight with the Romulans. ::under her breath:=
: That
tends to be how these go....

One of Alieth's eyebrows twitched briefly and she folded her hands behind
her back, as she stiffen to conceal her discomfort regarding a chance of a
close encounter with Romulans.

Alieth: Your logic is sound

Both women walked side-by-side through the corridor, stepping away from the
rest of the group. However, as they were both about to start descending the
stairs, Alieth's sensitive ears picked up that someone was mentioning her
name. She turned to trace the origin of those words and found herself
looking at Admiral Turner and Commander Teller. Not knowing for sure if her
presence would be required, she turned briefly to the Bojaran woman.

Alieth: Lead the way, Lieutenant, I will join you on the sickbay in a
moment.



Quen: response



The Vulcan nodded soberly and tilted her head over her shoulder as a
farewell. Then she stepped out of the transit area and lingered for a few
minutes beside the stairs.


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Ensign Alieth
Medical Officer
Embassy Duronis II - USS Thor NCC-82607
Author ID number: E239702A10
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