Star Trek: Starbase 777

Matryx rushed in, carrying his case of emergency tools where he needed to, and quickly scanned the sickbay, ensuring it was in peak condition to receive any patients as soon as they boarded onto the ship. The memory of having to turn a holodeck into a makeshift sickbay was coming back to him - but this seemed, at least, for now, far more manageable. With a breath, Matryx set down his tools and began a slightly more in-depth inspection of the space.

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Iviaan was double and triple-checking inventory as well. No doubt they'd likely end up with a few injured folk from the storm, so it was good to be prepared. One hand flew across a holographic keyboard, the text to speech reading out a quick "Hello." to the ACMO as he flew by.

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Matryx looked over his shoulder, noticing the lieutenant was already there, not having noticed them before. "Oh! Sorry, lieutenant, I didn't mean to miss you there. Hello, thanks for reporting here so quickly. How's the area looking where you've checked? All systems and biobeds seem to be in good working order on my end."

The term ‘worried sick’ implies the capability to be sick, of which Aria did not have. But oh, she could worry. The android had a small internal timer clicking away, waiting to drop her into low battery. This was why she was posted at 777, to prevent something like this happening during an away mission. Eight hours. She’d better make it count, “Are we currently aware of our destination?”

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Ts'Oclas arrived in the medbay. Padd in hand, he'd note down the inventory, remembering places and learning the layout of the new sickbay, so if he was needed he could help to the best of his ability. But he stood back, out of the way of the superior officers and actual doctors.

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Matryx was relieved to have more than a few hands helping him while he commanded the sickbay. This likely would be rather difficult if it were all by his lonesome. "Ah! Ensigns Aria and Jork'on, just in time, welcome. Yes, it was said we're heading to Helios III." (edited)

The android tilted her head. She had never seen Helios III, and come to think of it, she doesn’t think she’d heard of it. Likely in passing at the academy, but she couldn’t quite recall, “In the meantime, are we to treat this as an active emergency?”

Matryx didn't even have to mention it and Aria had already called the stakes of this mission. "Very good, Ensign! That was a little test. Everyone, assume active emergency protocol, double time. Be ready to treat patients at a moment's notice once we arrive at Helios III and they begin the evacuation. You've got this. Remain calm, and we'll all get through this together. You have your orders - let's move!" As Matryx stepped about face, and approached the main sickbay console for one last inspection of that.

A test?.. Iviaan's antennae stood straight up as he concluded his checks, reporting back that, yes, everything was indeed functional. Emergency protocol it was. Preparing to receive patients as soon as they took off... 'Steady your nerves, Ian. You need your hands still as they can be.'

Ev'kor entered the sickbay, having the availability to respond to the call for aid. He had... approximately thirty years of experience with emergency medicine, give or take a few years, and this seemed like the time to put it to use. "Afternoon, everyone," he greeted jovially, regardless of whatever time it actually was, taking the time to check over his kit as he waited for patients to start pouring in.

Noticing the officer joining in, Matryx gave him a smile. "Come on in, erei'arrain, you're just in time. Assume active emergency protocol, double time. We're getting this place set up and ready so we can intake and treat patients once we get to Helios III."

Guess who? No, not Beverly Crusher. It's Sodor! With a holocamera! Having heard the call for action, the holodocumenter had immediately headed for the Eventide, and considering that this was an evacuation mission, what better to document than the fine work of Starfleet's Medical division? Having subtly entered sickbay, the Ferengi had begun their task of taking a few pictures here and there of what everyone was up to, showing off as much pre-action-action as possible.

While he wasn't expecting the holodocumentor to be on this particular mission, Matryx didn't mind at all. "Come on in, lieutenant, thanks for stopping by," Matryx said. "If there's anything you need us to do for certain documentations within reason and circumstance, let us know, we'll be happy to help."

Vio arrived - or appeared, perhaps, not as though by magic but because they made a noise that would make you finally notice them, because they could be awfully quiet sometimes. "Hmmm," they said, "I have never been on camera..."

Goodness, the Medical Squad had assembled! "Look at that! With you, lieutenant Commander, we have an entire Medical Squad! No cap, am I right?" Matryx said, trying to use more of the hip lingo.

"Should I be wearing a cap?" Vio replied, not understand that centuries-old slang.

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"I don't own a cap, Sir." Ts'Oclas said, very matter of factly. He wasn't raised anywhere near Earth, and had never looked into Earth slang.

With a snicker, Matryx replied. "Oh, nonononono, it's a saying that sometimes some of the younger officers use! Trying to be hip and with the times, you know." Before he changed subjects. "Oh, and by the way, everyone, if you elect not to be documented on camera, just tell the holodocumentor so they know not to get you on camera."

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"If you don't want to be, you can opt out of being documented." Iviaan wasn't too fond of cameras. His father practically had to chase reporters off when he got back from his little trip into an alternate reality. However, right now, he was fine...and giving Peterson a strange look, as best he could with a visor. "I've never heard that before, sir."

Vio hummed in thought for a second, then nodded. "I am okay with it." Good optics for the Dominion, probably, to be seen helping out here.

"Sorry, but I'd rather not be documented, thanks. I'm sure your job is important, but I find myself a little 'camera shy'." despite being raised by Klingons, Ts'Oclas was calm, quiet and mild-mannered. Wasn't one you'd describe with the words "fiery temper".

Matryx shrugged. "Sometimes I hear a bit of that slang and I'm like, 'huh, maybe I should use this to be cooler with the kids, huh?' And so I've started to adopt some of the language to the detriment of some of them calling me quote on quote 'cringe.'"

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"You're allowed to photograph me, I'm very photogenic," said the world's most gorgeous Romulan... Ev'kor really wasn't lying. He was very pretty.

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Ivi, personally, had no interest in 'cringe' slang to be 'hip with the kids'. He would eventually pick it up through cultural osmosis, and then proceed to use it incorrectly on purpose just to watch some poor Cadet cringe. As God intended. "Nothing wrong with being camera shy, Ensign." It was hard to be reassuring via TTS.

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Giving the Commander a friendly smile, Sodor turned their attention to the people talking about not wanting to be documented. "I'll try to accommodate your requests but I can't guarantee you not ending up in the background of a shot or two, especially if things get chaotic and you're in the middle of something that I have a duty to document. If you want to give the Press Liaison Office your names after this mission we can make a note to exclude you from the final published holophotos or blur your faces if we can't. The Federation does have privacy laws, after all." The Ferengi responded lightly. They totally got why people wouldn't want to be photoed, but they also had to do their job. That's what going through it all in post is for, though!

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Matryx nodded and spoke to the team. "Everyone hear that? Those who have expressed that you don't feel comfortable with being photographed, connect with the Press Liaison Office following the conclusion of this mission, just in case. That way your image and likeness will be guaranteed not to be used."

"Oh, I don't mind being in the background, as long as it's not pointed at me or I'm the focus there." Ts'Oclas said. He sincerely hoped he wasn't being difficult, as he wanted to help make things easy whilst being comfortable as he could be in his workplace.

"Yes, sir, we heard just fine." came the polite (as polite as a TTS monotone could be) reply. Iviaan was too busy prepping to pay too much attention to all the buzz anyway. (edited)

Kavish was there! In his pretty KDF uniform and as always, a full face of make up! Today he chose to go with purple as the theme, purple eyeshadow and purply glitter blush along his cheeks! "I am fine with being photographed or holoscanned? My only concern is patient privacy. Once we get patients in here all documentation will need to stop. We will provide detailed reports and if needed, there's always security cam footage," Kavish spoke out about being documented. He didn't mind people recording him, he looked great that day so he wasn't afraid of looking bad. He assumed a press liaison would understand patient confidentiality so any identifying information or faces of patients could be censored in editing. "And hello everyone, jolan tru, I'm Kavish," Kavish waved his hands and smiled! He was a happy dude, very Klingon, very lorg, and friendly!

Ah, right patient privacy. Something they had never given nor been afforded back in the Dominion. They knew of the way the Federation did it, of course, but Kavish made a good point about the holodocumenting being a breach of patient privacy - a nuance they wouldn't have thought of. "You're right... It wouldn't be good to film my patients. Hello, Kavish, I'm Vio." They gave their best smile; it was slightly uncanny, and didn't meet their eyes. (edited)

Aria had been zoning out, which is…not very typical of her. She snapped back to reality upon patient privacy being mentioned, her eyes swimming back and forth between her fellow medical officers, “…this would prove a complication, affirmative.”

"My apology for being late," said Phinsus as he rushed in as quickly as he could. The Denobulan offered an apologetic smile nods to everyone. "Doctor Phinsus reporting for duty."

The android's gyroscopic balancing was thrown off for a few moments when the ship entered the storm, wobbling where she was stood before her joints adjusted, "I am prepped and ready for patient influx."

"Yes, we're ready to go." Iviaan had successfully steadied himself. Focused and attentive, ready to receive plenty of patients. It wouldn't be the first time!

With the internal comms ringing out for sickbay to prepare for patients, Matryx looked to his team. "You heard the commander. Look alive, we've got evacuees coming in hot." As he grabbed his tricorder and hyposprays for whatever he needed to use them for.

"I hope they are not too hot, but I suppose if they are, we have medications for that," Kavish responded when his ACMO mentioned evacuees arriving with high fevers. At least, that's what he assumed the man was referring to when he said 'coming in hot'. He wasn't aware of the conditions of the storm, but he would imagine it would mess a person up if they ventured outside unprotected.

She was anxious as this was her first assignment outside of the station and she quickly grabbed some hypo-sprays and a tricorder. Her heart was racing and she shook out the nerves she was feeling.

"Sounds like it's about to get lively," Ev'kor commented mildly, making sure his medical tricorder was on his belt as he prepared to receive patients, worried about the extent of the injuries they'd be facing.

Well, the announcement run clear as day, and Matryx turned to his team. "You heard the comms, get yourselves ready, we've got shuttles coming in with patients. We need everyone active and treating patients however they can. You've got this." As he grabbed his hypospray and tricorder once more, and kept his eyes sharp for anyone who could beam in. (edited)

The android snapped to attention, and quickly began shuffling around the sickbay. Six hours. She started grabbing hypos, and doing her best to keep a lid on herself. Of course, her first emergency sent her into an anxiety attack, and now her second one is…well, it’s about to start, “Affirmative,” She said quietly toward Ev’kor, supplies in hand. (edited)

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Twelve remained in sickbay, a aid kit secured to her side as she moved about the place and worked through check ups on what had been prepared for the arrival of any patients transported in. This was a crisis situation after all. If a double check spotted something now and could be solved easily now then that was good.

And so it begins. Joe and the Science Ensign were beamed in here alongside a junior medic who drafted a brief in the shuttlebay. "This is Joe, Human age 76 - was in the subway tunnels when a collapse hit him in the lower back, he's now lost all feeling in his legs."

"Legs? Could be spine damage. We can scan him to confirm. Hold on." And so they had the biobed (that he was presumably beamed in upon) do just that.

"If so, we should prepare pain relief and inflammatory hypos for the injury site.. As well as a cervical collar to support the neck and prevent further injury." Depending on the biobed results, that is.

"Given the report of loss of feeling, a cervical collar should be applied anyway." Twelve chimed in then as she looked them over and conducted a visual assessment for any visible injuries. "Given loss of feeling suggests a spinal injury should be suspected, prior to confirmation, which merits it." She moved to go and prepare the Cervical collar.

Aria was quick to hand off the cervical collar, already in full nurse mode. She was handing things out left and right, standing by attentively.

Matryx was already cueing up the pain relief and inflammatory hypos for the injury site, allowing his team to take the lead on this. He of course would step in if they needed help, but this was a chance to empower his team and let them lead. "Very good, team, good first steps," Matryx said. "Lieutenant, I cooked up the painkiller hypo while you were speaking." As he administered the hypospray into Joe. "There you go, that should help you a little bit."

Twelve applied the Cervical collar to the patient as she nodded her thanks to the ensign. "Thank you Ensign, I'm applying a cervical collar to you Joe, it'll help keep your spine imobilized while we work to treat your injury." The xB had informed them calmly as she gently and professionaly applied it.

"Can we maybe wait until the biobed confirms it is a spinal injury?" Vio asked, attempting a polite smile that looked more tense than assuring.

"You know, I think the poor guy can hear the discussions we're having," Ev'kor said lightly, stepping in on the side to sneak some tricorder readings. "Obvious break in the lower lumbars, L4 is out of place. No other spinal injury, but it's going to require surgery."

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"Thanks, kind sirrrrs." Joe's words slurred a bit as he got comfortable, which eventually led to him falling asleep - giving the biobed an easier time to confirm and prove what Ev'kor's tricorder was reading.

"Okay, proceed. Or perhaps Dr. Peterson should tell people that. I am not in charge." Not that they ever had been. "Do we have any neurosurgeons?"

Well, that seemed kind of easy. Joe just went to sleep. Thankfully Joe was still breathing, but the fact of him falling asleep made this simpler, since Matryx didn't want to worry the man any further. "Very good, erei'arrain-- heh, you read my mind, commander. Yes, let's proceed with the operation. I've done surgery in my past but not neurosurgery. I don't think I'm best suited for that specific part of the operation. I'm guessing by your question, Commander 3-V that you don't have that experience either. Commander Twelve, do you have neurosurgery experience?" (edited)

"No, sir, I'm a virologist. I'm only here to help where I can." Mostly with basic tasks, or if for some reason one of the patients caught Purple Brain Goo Disease suddenly. They could probably also help if any of them had wound infections.

Twelve finished the application of the cervical collar and looked to Ev'kor and then to the Lieutenant Commander who'd made that suggestion. Given the patient was awake at the time, she elected to not respond. Instead she stepped away once it was applied and snapped open her own tricorder and conducted some scans of her own. "We are not sufficiently experienced in Neuro surgery to conduct the required surgery, a specialist neuro surgeon is required for this injury at this present time."

Well shit. This would be more difficult than Matryx expected. No neurosurgeons by their training or positions. "Alright, let's see if we have any stragglers aboard that can help us." Matryx pressed his communicator badge. "ACMO Peterson to Eventide Medical crew, in urgent need for a neurosurgeon to beam directly to sickbay. Repeat, ACMO to Eventide Medical, in urgent need for a neurosurgeon to beam directly to the Eventide sickbay, over."

Miraculously, someone actually responded and quickly beamed over. "Dr Ben Dover, at your service - where am I needed?"

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Kavish was here too! "I did my first core surgical year in neurosurgery. I'm not qualified, but -- ahh there they are," Kavish said when the neurosurgeon appeared, snapping his fingers.

Twelve briefly mulled as Matryx said that, turning to Vio and speaking to them about what had occurred with the suggestion they'd elected to make about not applying the C-collar before the injury was confirmed. Given there was other work to be done though, the Liberated Borg elected to not comment, this in part thanks to the name of the doctor. That seemed like..a funny name even to her . "Patient with confirmed L4 Break, no sensation in the legs, requiring urgent surgery."

Matryx did pick up on the subtext of the doctor's name but decided not to comment on it. "Ah, good, Doctor Dover, please, you're needed over here. Yes, like the commander said, surgery is required for the patient imminently."

"Copy that, I'll get scrubbed in and he'll be right as rain in no time." Was that phrase insensitive considering the current situation? Dr Ben Dover, M.D. honestly didn't know. He walked off to a cupboard to get his scrubs on.

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Twelve nodded to herself and looked for the other injured person. Once she'd located them she headed over to them and snapped open her tricorder as she started to scan their shoulder and arm. "Hello, we are Twelve of Twenty, how is your shoulder currently feeling?" She'd asked then as she recognized a sling for a dislocated shoulder.

Impaled. Okay. As one of the emergency doctors on site, Iviaan got ready with whatever he may need— a blood clotting agent, a pain reliever, something cool laser sci-fi-y to potentially cut the object down to size. He typed out a reply to the COMM, "Understood. Send them up."

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"I'll prepare blood products!" Kavish said with enthusiasm, ready to help! Injuries meant there would probably be blood pressure problems and that was his area of expertise! Wooo!

"Standing by to assist, let me know how I can help," Ev'kor said easily, putting on some new gloves, and making sure any equipment they might need would be within reach and neatly sterilised arranged on a tray.

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"Thank you. Do I have permission to communicate telepathically? I need my hands, and I need to focus." Iviaan wasn't sure what to expect, but at least he knew what was going on going in. (edited)

Twelve continued to treat the dislocation case as she checked for nerve damage and to ensure that the shoulder had returned into the socket correctly and hadn't pinched a nerve. As she worked on this she also administered additional anti-inflammatory after she checked the ensigns dosage history and conducted additional scans of the person. Once she was sure the ensigns injury had been dealt with, she moved to get into position to be ready to assist with the serious case if needed. "Also in position and standing by to assist."

"Telepathy is fine, I'm more than used to that," having a Vulcan brother with miserable control and having spent multiple decades surrounded by Remans had desensitised him somewhat, if one could believe it. "I will respond verbally to keep everyone in the loop."

Before long, the Andorian was beamed into the middle of sickbay - which was starting to fill up in the background, now that the rescue operation was in full swing.

Iviaan cut off his shirt and moved it aside to expose the wound. Sorry, dude. Someone will replicate you a new one later. "Stabilizing the object. Someone prop up their legs, and can we raise the temperature of the biobed a little to keep them warm, please?" Iviaan immediately moved to hold the beam still, analyzing many things— what vital organs had been impacted and how, any other injuries that needed immediate attention, etc. He was grateful for Ev'kor repeating all his instructions out loud, it saved him the hassle of telepathically communicating with different people. "Sorry, I don't mean to order anyone around..." (edited)

"I got it," Kavish said aloud as they moved to slide a padded block under the patient's legs and turned up the temperature on the biobed. They also checked the patient's heart readings because it was Kavish after all! They wanted to make sure the heart rate wasn't getting to dangerously low levels, which was common with wounds such as these. He then darted to the medical replicator to put in the specifications for Andorian blood!

With the beam stabilized to the point of definitely not going anywhere, Iviaan could focus on disinfecting the outer tissue and controlling the rest of the bleeding. "Thank you. Can we start the blood transfusions?" The last thing they wanted was cardiac arrest on their hands, but at least Kavish could handle it if something like that happened.

"Yes, of course," Kavish said as he hooked up the bag of blood into one of the IV's that also scanned it to ensure it would be compatible with the patient. It was the Andorian equivalent to O-negative so he didn't expect there to be any conflicts. He did double check with the patient's readings to ensure they didn't have any special blood type, Kavish didn't know much about blood types of species besides Klingons and Romulans, but it all looked good! He put a blood infusor onto the patient's wrist, which looked like a round device that was connected to the blood bag. This used beaming technology to beam the blood directly into the veins, eliminating the chances of infection that would come with needles or anything like that! Also, considering this patient was bleeding out, it was probably best not to stick them with any other sharp objects. "Transfusion started, I can keep an eye on the blood pressure."

"Thank you again." Iviaan ran a few regenerators to get rid of any other bumps breaks and bruises before steadying himself on the beam. There were a few surgeons flitting about, so he (Ev'kor) called one over to be ready, debriefing them on the situation. "Could you help me lift this?" His head tilted to indicate Kavish. His poor little noodle arms. "You're a lot stronger than I am."

"Of course," Kavish headed over to Iviaan, ready to use his Klingon strength to help! Sometimes he felt a little self conscious because he was pretty large, not in height, but just in build. Wide shoulders and hips made it hard to manouvre around, but there were times like these where they needed someone large and he was there!

"Three...two...one..." Up! With only a bit of a heave, the beam was removed, leaving the surgeon free to operate on any impacted internal nonsense off-screen thanks to the power of incredible narration. Iviaan didn't have too much to say in the moment, but flashed the medical officers in the room a sheepish but grateful smile, snaggletooth poking out just a little. Now to see who else would need his attention..

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TW: Blood The beam was very quickly removed, the andorian's clothes were quickly stained by blood gushing out and he was almost immediately mobbed by surgeons and doctors who whisked him off to a side room. Not long after, a kid - no more than 17 - was aided in by an Ops officer. "He's hypothermic, he's got a space blanket around him but his legs gave way in the shuttle bay."

"Warm intravenous fluids and a humidified oxygen mask," Vio replied. "I believe that's the treatment, but feel free to correct me."

Seeing the young kid brought in by the Ops officer, Matryx sprung into action. "That's a good start, commander, let's prepare everything we need just in case those don't cut it. Team, let's prepare a dry biobed, if we have any extra blankets we'll need them now. Let's prep the warm IV fluids as well as a humidified oxygen mask. Make sure the warmth goes to their extremities first. I'll replicate some warm water for our patient here." As Matryx rushed over to the replicator, and replicated some warm water. (edited)

“Affirmative,” The nurse quickly moved about the sickbay. It was the fastest some of the doctors had seen her move since the parasitic infection, although that didn’t have any injuries…she looked down at her gloves for a moment to see how badly they were stained. Trading them out for a new pair, she prepped the IV fluid and a biobed.

Matryx grabbed the glass of water and set it aside before he scourged through the nearby compartments for any blankets or other materials. Matryx searched through a few more compartments, finding two extra blankets that he could use to warm the patient up. With the blankets in one hand and the water in the other, Matryx carefully rushed the materials over and set them down. First Matryx covered the patient's extremeties to warm them up. He saved the second blanket for afterwards. "Alright Ensign Aria, please begin the IV transfusion process. I'll monitor the patient's vitals." (edited)

“Affirmative,” Aria was very good with IVs. That was like one of the things she was the best at! Her lights, though, were a bit less brighter than they usually were. Nothing too worrying, but…noticeable. Five hours. She was still doing pretty well, all things considered…

Iviaan gave the patient a quick scan over, checking if there were any other injuries that needed to be treated. Was it the hypothermia that made his legs give out, or something else?

Yes, it was the hypothermia. The constant shivering had weakened the muscle - aside from that the slow heating was working, and the kid's vitals were beginning to stabilise.

Got it. He'd step back and prepare to help anyone else that came through, then.

Twelve had continued to work during the course of this, helping other patients as the hyperthermia case was addressed. While she worked, being a Intensive care doctor, she flagged any case that'd need intensive care's attention post initial treatment on her PADD for the attention of other doctors aboard.