Star Trek: Starbase 777

Like much of Maxson’s time aboard this base, a majority of today was dedicated to doing his patrol rounds. Stationed at the command deck today, the large security officer made for a stoic sight. It wasn’t every day that the higher ups got to see a brick wall who could walk.

And in vast comparison to a brick wall who could walk was Xaran, who was rather on the slender side. Stood, back towards a console as they leant on it, with a PADD in their hands, the hybrid was busy going over some reports from across the starbase. All normal, mundane, just the way they liked it.

A Cadet— or, at least, assumed to be one based on the colors of her uniform— stumbled onto the deck, with her uniform on backwards. "Reporting foooor duty," she said, waving a hand in a flimsy salute. This was definitely not where she was supposed to be. "Oh, wow, there's so much...stars in here."

Between the sentient brick wall and the slender man, Jena was somewhere in between the two, though leaning a bit more in the brick side. That aside, today was very much like for the station's Assistant Security Chief as she stepped off the turbolift with a PADD on hand, just about ready to get started with her usual duties up in the command deck. "G'Day, Commander Aisut. Commander Maxson. Cadet." The Betazoid greeted the three of them with a light smile and a nod *"Would any of you like a coffee?" *Jena offered as she headed to the replicator; her way of saying things have been rather peaceful lately, quiet even if one were bold enough to say so.

“Commander.” Maxson said flatly to Jena, his expression unchanged. He nevertheless nodded toward her when offered coffee, “Appreciated.” The officer gave a glance to Ekhesai as she marveled at the stars. He hummed. Ah, to be starry-eyed cadet. Literally in this case, “…a…fair amount, yes. Quite the sight, hm?”

"Sooo many," the Cadet whispered, soft and awestruck, before shaking her head. She took two staggering steps, wincing as her headache worsened. "Hey, sir, what's your faaaavorite color?" she queried Maxson. "Mine is ...purple— no, yellow! Mm. No, blue, maybe, is the color of.. orange..."

Xaran all but gave a nod to to Jenaha's greeting, offering a friendly smile. They were about to respond when the Cadet caught their attention, looking at them with a quizzical eyebrow raise. "Cadet, are you feeling okay?" A somewhat redundant question considering how the Cadet seemed to almost be... drunk. Or off their face on drugs.

D'rthrek sat in a quiet corner of the command deck, being here for a bit, his imposing frame barely contained by the standard-issue chair. He was focused on filing a tactical report about an unfamiliar star system when he overheard someone nearby mention coffee. The Hirogen glanced up briefly from his work, his attention momentarily drawn by the conversation. As he looked at the group of people, he thought he should join them but... He was almost done with this report. Coffee did sound good as he got up, walked over, and asked. "Is it alright if I can get some coffee too?"*He needed the break and coffee sounded like the perfect distraction. *

…hrm. He definitely needed coffee. He’d missed some certain tells. “Perhaps you should sit down, Cadet.” He gently placed a hand on Ekhesai’s back to support her and waved his free one toward an empty chair at a console, “…I’m partial to red,” He muttered.

Ekhesai devolved into a mess of giggles when she was asked, nodding enthusiastically. Of course she was okay, she'd never felt better! She felt like she was floating— and falling, actually, flopping onto a chair as she was gently pushed. She pouted like a child, swatting Maxson's hand away. "I'm fine, I just need a little bit of... sunlight? Yeah, let's go outside!"

Jena simply nodded and made an extra coffee for Maxon and D'rthrek, very much happy to offer anyone a hot cuppa coffee when needed. Although, as she gave out the coffees, she immediately got worried when she observed the cadet's behavior. *"Are you sure you're alright, Cadet?" *Jena asked her after she gave Maxon his coffee, and went back to the replicator to hand Ekhesai a glass of water before she pulled her tricorder out to perform just a brief first aid scan when Maxon sat her down.

Maxson stepped aside when Ekhesai sat down, grimacing at how she was acting. And it had been a normal day…he took the coffee from Jena and sipped, before coughing lightly. “…floated with, about that…melancholy storm,” He cleared his throat, “Took his feathers light. Ah…Commander…” He started to noticeably sweat.

Ekhesai squirmed from the chair like a slippery slug. "Tag," she said, before hopping to her feet and making a break for the lift.

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D'rthrek took the coffee as he watched the cadet carefully and then to the large human as he looked weirdly at the brick wall human, "Are you okay Commander?" He asked, taking a step back as he looked towards the running cadet. Should...They stop the cadet? He looked at the person who gave him coffee; "Should we stop the cadet?" (edited)

The officer blinked from his delirium, sending his coffee cup clattering to the floor as he leapt to try and stop Sai from reaching the lift before thumping to the ground himself. “ICARUS!” He shouted as he fell to the ground, “The labyrinthine masses, walls surrounding, pulsing with hate!” He hissed, struggling to stand.

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Something was definitely off. He wasn't a medical professional, but this wasn't normal from his time with humans and others. Shit, the cadet got into the turbo-lift; this was turning from bad to worse. What was happening? "Commander,please stay in the chair," D'rthrek moved to help the commander back onto the chair. He would focus on the one that was here and not the one that left unless the Assistant chief of security gave him other orders.

“BAH!” He grabbed D’rthrek’s arm as he tried to help him up, gripping tightly, “Icarus!! She seeks the sun! Don’t you understand?!” He waved panicked at the lift, “Ye of wax wings shall fall, fall, fall, and the mourning…the mourning! What nightingale is this?!”

Attention turning to the Lieutenant Commander, concern became the primary expression on Xaran's face. First the Cadet, now him. What in Starfleet's name was going on? As the Cadet suddenly ran off they shouted out as she entered the lift. "Computer, lock down turbolift two." They instructed firmly as they looked back at Jenaha. "Thoughts?"

Stepping onto the command deck, Snake's forehead beaded with sweat. He didn't seem too off though, he had a smile on his face and walked in like nothing was ever better. "Good afternoon, friends!" He said, offering a hand to shake anyone who was in the vicinity.

As he Entered from turbolift 3, Xochi had his head down reading the padd in front of him. He'd come up to the Command Deck to attempt searching some of the files stored locally on diplomatic relations with a few of the less well known species. He looked up just in time to hear the command to lock down the other turbolift. He didn't yet know most of the officers on the deck, so he extended his empathic senses to try to judge the environment.

Snake had the urge to talk in a flurry of words that he didn't even plan. "Have you really been far even as decided to use even go want to look more like? Call us inside the details for. Go further and even more decided to use! You can really be far as decided twice as much to use and go wish for it. When you decide far even want to use and go want then get really part even as decided to use and look more like and go after. It's just common sense!"

"Yes?!" Jena answered D’rthrek, absolutely confused by what the absolute hell is happening. In a way, she blamed the fact she thought today was the Q-word enough to give people coffees. Doesn't matter now, very clearly hit the GODDAMN FAN! "Declare a yellow Alert. I can sense a lot of people are being affected by a sense of mass mania around the station. Call Medical and inform them on what's going on. I'll get security to hold stabilize whatever chaos is going on." Jena answered Aisut, there are probably better solutions to be thought of, but she couldn't really think straight with the entire station making her telepathic mind go haywire.

Drthrek raised his eyebrows as he pulled Maxson up. "The system is in Purple!" He responded pretty loudly, giving Maxson a light push in confusion. "The Voth are eaten!" He then kicked a chair as he rubbed his head confused. "PURPLE IN SYSTEM!!!

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Snake simply sat on the ground, headache pounding, as his mind lost more of reality, and slipped into a childlike voice. "Have you ever had a dream that you, um, you had, your, you- you could, you'll do, you- you wants, you, you could do so, you- you'll do, you could- you, you want, you want them to do you so much you could do anything?"

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The mania and confusion were strongly washing against Xochi's mind as well, but the clear orders from the Security Officer gave him a direction. He tapped his comm badge and signaled Med-bay. "Med Bay, this is the command deck. There seems to be some kind of mania affecting officers. Cause unknown. At least three affected individuals here. Likely more elsewhere on the station." He looked the Lt. Cdr. for further orders.

He pointed angrily at D’rthrek, “If you will not help Icarus, avaricious king that you are, I will- Don’t you shove me!” Maxson shoved D’rthrek back!

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D'rthrek did not like that as he growled and said"The King will be eaten!" As he moved, he looked down at Maxson and glared at him angrily. *"Thy feel prune juice!"And then tried to swing at Maxson, not throwing huge weight behind the punch*

The Betazed diplomat stepped off to the side, avoiding the fraccas that was beginning between the Security and Tactical officers. Then he looked at the tactical station... it had been some years since he'd needed to review a station's diagnostics... but he could still start scanning for unknown biological influences. "It could be a virus... a gas.... a transdimensional being.... or just an elderly betazed who really wants to watch his shows." he muttered to himself while starting the scans.

"Thank you lieutenant." Jenaha said to Xochi before she gestured him to pretty much keep distance from the Brick wall and the giant Hirogen what she reasonably sensed are about to fight, pulling out her phaser and setting it in the highest stun setting. When she saw D’rthrek swing a punch at Maxon, praying to the Elements that would hopefully work, Jena quickly took aim and fired at him before pointing her weapon at Maxson.

He nodded at the senior officer while scanning. "Yes, sir." When she fired on the other officer, Xochi did his best to focus on the terminal.... investigations would help more than being shocked.

Listening to Jenaha's advice, cogs whirring in their head, Xaran gave a simple nod in response and was about to tap their own commbadge when Xochi went over comms to contact Medical. All but glancing at the Lieutenant, they turned away from the noise before pressing their own commbadge. "This is Commander Aisut, Yellow Alert. I repeat, Yellow Alert. All civilians to their accommodation, all officers to report to their stations. Security, Medical, begin pathogen procedures. I repeat, begin pathogen procedures."

Snake simply got onto the ground, adopting a voice that couldn't even be described as natural, and began to slither. "I'm a snaaaake. I'm a snaaaake. I'm a snaaaake."

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Cue Bellona, who appeared out of one of the offices - the commotion outside had gotten a little bit too much to bear (and certainly way too nonsensical) by then. Like, really, what in the Gods' name was going on out there? Her eyes widened, though, seeing the human on the floor acting like a snake and the two officers brawling it out. "Gods of Olympus help us." She muttered to herself. She glanced over at Xaran. "May I be of assistance, sir?" She offered, deadpan. Lovely. Typical atypical happenings aboard this starbase...

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With the slightest noticing of a friend, Snake wanted to get close to her! Bellona was one he wanted to connect with. Snake got up to his feet with a start, striking a pose as he approached her. "Don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! Haaaaaa!"

The Stun sent the giant hirogen right down onto Maxson as Drthrek responded very loopily"The pie may weeeeeeeed"He was out for now.

“Artemis, may you- ACK!” The security officer is soon forced to support D’rthrek before he tumbled to the ground himself, a giant Hirogen preventing him from getting up, “The minotaur! NO!”

With a glance around the area, Xochi began looking for the actual crew of the command deck. There seemed to be a Commander, a Lt. Commander, and a Lieutenant, and they all seemed, perhaps not 'unphased' but definitely less phased by all this than he was feeling. He'd leapt at doing something, but this station likely had someone who was actually assigned to it. In pathogen emergencies, there really wasn't much for a diplomat to do.... so he watched, waiting to see if there was anything he could assist with. Perhaps not getting into a fight with the Hirogen or other large man. But something.

Glancing around at the chaos that was unfolding, before taking a step back away from Bellona, Xaran decided to do the next logical thing that came to mind. "Commander, if anyone here becomes a threat you have full authorisation to subdue them." They instructed Jenaha. "But keep your distance unless necessary. The longer we can hold out without whatever is happening to them happens to us, the better." They instructed, before turning their attention to the next task at hand: The turbolift. "Computer, redirect turbolift two to medical bay and prevent any non-essential personnel from using turbolifts to get to the Command Deck. Activate partial lockdown."

Hearing Xaran make those orders, Snake could only hunch over and say, "oh no! Our table! It's broken!"

It wasn't long before D'rthrek started to stir, slowly getting off the Man "The cat may be Olympus" He said as he rubbed his head and gave a glare to the Commander, who shot him and gave a very large growl at her and gave a look to Maxson. "Ripe Strawberry!!!" *Pointing to the commander

It wasn't hard to piece what was happening together. There was some sort of infection going around. Airborne or otherwise. Some sort of mania. Somehow the duty officer and security chief had not yet been affected, it seemed. Which meant that she would need to het herself some protective equipment. Bellona backed quickly into the office and replicated several sets of rebreathers and gloves. She donned her own set and exited the office with the supplies in hand. "I take it whatever is 'going around' is the cause of all this." She deadpanned as she approached the assistant security chief.

The officer grunted as D’rthrek removed himself from him, and soon picked himself up. He was very clearly sick, red with fever and sweating. There was a pulsing pain in his head, and splotchy red marks had appeared across his hands, “Seeds of pomegranate…” He muttered, standing beside the Hirogen he’d only moments before been fighting, “The Underworld calls.” He spat, similarly looking none too pleased at his commanding officer Jena…

Still running scans, Xochi did his best to keep one eye on the data, one eye on the infected, and a third eye on the senior officers. A third eye might be useful in times like this. He paused at the thought. Was that the normal, slightly manic thought one has during an emergency or was that a sign he'd been infected? He looked around for a tricorder... perhaps he could scan the hunched over officer to see if the infectious agent was something easily detected? Then scan himself to look for signs he'd been infected? Not seeing a tricorder, he made a note of the idea and hoped a medical or science team had a similar thought.

Snake simply began speaking gibberish, not even making any sense, before he made a run for the wall, leaping into the air with all his limbs spread out, and made a SPLAT contact with the wall, before falling to the ground - oddly enough, however, this didn't knock him out. He got up, and began laughing in a delayed reaction!

"Aye sir." Jena responded promptly to Aisut's orders as she kept a tight hold of her phaser as Maxson and D’rthrek looked over to her. "BACK OFF YOU TWO! AND MAKE REFERENCES I CAN ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND!" The Betazoid shouted as she took a couple steps back before she turned to Bellona. "Yes." She briefly answered her before firing off warning shots at the two huge infected walls of 'bad things are going to happen', not taking her eyes off them "Lieutenant Pil, keep calm. and stay away from the both of them." and with that, she fired a shot at Maxson and made a run for the weapons locker.

The warning shots just made him angrier as he moved and picked Maxson up, chucking him at Jenaha and making a large growl"SHAKESPEARE BE VULCAN TOMATO!!!!"

Maxson had since been stunned. He was now airborne. Oh dear God.

As Snake finally let off of the wall, he turned to the chaos that was going on. "Road work ahead? Um, yeah, I sure hope it does!"

Bellona knew immediately where she was going. She sprinted after her - not before seeing the Hirogen chuck his colleague straight at their department chief. By the Gods. She pushed a chair into their path and joined Jenaha at the locker. "Ma'am. Please put these on..." She handed the Betazoid a pair of gloves and a rebreather before reaching out to grab a phaser for herself.

Hearing the order to stay calm and away from the infected snapped Xochi back into focus. He began focusing his breathing, controlling the anxiety. If he remembered the roster correctly, Lt. Cdr. Sul was also a Betazoid, so she didn't need him adding to the emotional turmoil already swirling around them. Trying to get the attention of the Commander, or one of the more tenured officers even, Xochi called out, "Sir - would a site to site transport to remove the infected to the brig be in order? I should be able to access transporter controls here."

D'rthrek stumbled into a console as he wasn't feeling right. As he rubbed his head, he started stumbling around the command deck."Sonic Smasher," He mumbled as he tripped over a chair

"NO! NO! BAD! PUT MAXSON DOW- NOOO!" Jena said as she ducked away from the incoming flying brick wall before and fired a shot against the hirogen again. She turned over to Bellona and nodded before she quickly put on the PPE on. "Negative! Don't want to risk the people already in there before this getting out. Plus, I don't think we can hold all of them at this rate. Seal off the Jefferies tubes! We don't want to risk anyone moving anywhere."

Maxson collides with a console and is knocked out just instantly. There’s really no other way a guy could react upon the crown of his head meeting a metal object.

With a nod, Xochi began accessing the emergency force field controls, and began applying them at each Jefferies Tube entrance. He called out as each deck was sealed.

"Then we had best contain them here the best we can." Bellona calmly set her phaser rifle to halfway to maximum stun and fired at Snake. Go figure, right? Besides, he'd been yelling about God and anime and all that fun stuff and it irked her. Majorly. "I suppose we can lock them in an empty office and seal the door." She deadpanned. "Though that will only be a sliver of the problem, it seems."

"AAughh---..." And just like that, Snake was out like a light.

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As the chaos unfolded, Xaran tried their best to focus on the incoming reports, trusting Security to do their job. Good god was this day going badly. As the lights went out they all but sighed, tapping their commbadge a moment later. (edited)

All at once, the lights flickered and died as the temperature began to rise.

The glow from the terminals made the command deck rather eerie. "Last week, I was grading papers about the results of negotiated peace vs peace won by conquest.... I kind of miss it." He muttered mostly to hear his own thoughts externally. Giving himself a way to externalize the anxious feelings of not knowing what to do.

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"Keeping them in an office will have to do for now... We can stuff them in Aisut's office, that should do for now." It was either that or one of the offices of the actual Station Commanders, and she wasn't so sure where either of them are at the moment, but won't question it. Luckily, Jena had her ocular implant to help her actually see, that was fun, her cybernetic eye flowing a bright gold within the darkness. "Fuck."

Bellona swore as the lights around them spontaneously cut out, and the entirety of the deck was plunged into pitch blackness. That, and she could suddenly feel the temperature around them rising, bit by bit. Dammit. She switched on the flashlight on her rifle and looked to... well, the assistant security chief's general direction. Pointing a weapon at her might've been a pretty bad idea at this time. "Then we'd best get started, at least before the temperature claims us." She stated as she began to make her way towards the fallen officers on the floor. She might need to push and kick them (so to speak) all the way to the office with her boots, but at times like these beggars couldn't be choosers, right?

"COMPUTER DISABLE LIEUTENANT MAYA UMALI'S GODDAMN COMMBADGE!" Jena shouted to the damn computer, having enough of whatever kind of shit Maya had been on. out of all of the Engineers, Maya's thoughts are the loudest, even from this distance.

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"Why didn't I think of that?" The hybrid asked as they looked over at the Commander. "Do I sound old to you? Do I look old? How am I old?"

The temperature gradually lowered back to normal levels, and the lights flickered and revived. For Now.

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Nevermind. Lights off, temperature rising once again.

With sweat beginning to bead on his brow and neck, Xochi began identifying which systems could be routed away from their home departments and controlled via command codes. Transporters. Emergency force fields. Environmental controls. Routing that much would require a command authorization though... "Sir, if you authorize it, we can re-route most systems to the command deck and prevent further meddling from the infected."

"No. No. and Lt. Umali is literally 4 years younger than you. You're fi- COMPUTER DISABLE LT. UMALI'S ACCESS TO ALL STATIONS SYSTEMS!" Jena really tried her best to be a comforting friend to Aisut, but the lights turning off again and the temps getting up really annoyed her. "Good Idea Lieutenant. Make it so."

Fingers flying, Xochi routed control of the transporters, environment, and force fields to the command deck. "Done, sir."

Still going through reports, while Jenaha made it so Xaran monitored the so-ing, trying to keep up with everything that was going on as they made their way around the command deck console by console. "I haven't had to run an entire starbase from one place before, so this should be fun." Well, not an entire starbase, but it was metaphorical.

Lights back on? Lights back on. And temperature normal.

With a grin, "Fun is definitely a word for it. Should we beam out the uninfected? Bring them all here to centralize our efforts?"

"I have a feeling there would be too many people in here if we did that, but we couldn't even if we wanted to. I wouldn't know how to differentiate the infected with the uninfected until the pathogen is identified."

"Right... can you check if there are any free Shuttlebays or hangers? I think we can stuff all the infected ones there if we can." Jena suggested, isolating literally everyone who is infected into a single space other than the brig sounds like a good idea right around now.

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A few taps brought up the list of shuttlebays. "It looks like Shuttlebay 17 is empty. It was closed off for maintenance work scheduled for Beta Shift, but that hadn't begun before all this started. Scanners show no lifesigns present now."

"We shouldn't cut off our escape either just encase we get overwhelmed with infected." She spoke and she was fiddling with her hair as she tries to think of something to contribute

"Fair point, actually." Jena said as she finally got up and approached the console, feeling the threat of either sentient brick wall or 7ft tall hirogen kicking her ass is now out of the way, checking to see if transporters are still up and running enough to theoretically beam everyone who had been infected. "The brig might actually be the best way at the moment yeah... we still need to figure out who is who though."

One of the tactical officers currently on deck was one Kiadras Vrii, who unfortunately couldn’t really fight with a phaser and only with her hands. Which wasn’t too great in an outbreak situation, now was it? “If I may, Commander? Do we have the ability to do a station-wide scan for heightened body temperature? The big guy definitely looked feverish.”

Xochi listened to the comm update from Engineering. "That report, and the rebuttal, seem to indicate who we should move there... but I like the scanning idea in general." Xochi stepped to the side, offering the tactical station to the tactical officer, if they wanted to reclaim their station.

“If engineering’s compromised, we’re definitely in for it. Outside of lights and heat, that is…yeesh.” The older Trill patted Xochi on the shoulder as he offered him his post, taking a seat, “I’d still appreciate the help, Lieutenant. Heh.”

Wine began to spew out of the replicator on the command deck.

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“Speaking of!” Well, shit! There goes the neighborhood!

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"We can perform a scan, yes. I prefer to have a second opinion from medical and sciences to be sure if it's just high body temps we should be scanning for." Jena said as she worked through the console. "But first... I'm going to transport our infected here, and the ones in engineering, to the Brig for safe keeping... because we can do that on a large scale as well. Since we are sure they are infected." Jena said as she plopped in those commands in to conduct transport of the infected to the brig. and then the wine poured in. "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT MATE!"

"Jesus whats with the wine please do not say that is Klingon Bloodwine!" she shouts as she tries to find somewhere high and not drown in wine

It is Klingon bloodwine, sorry.

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With a startled mental 'yelp,' Xochi turned towards the fountain of wine. "Thank you, sir. I'll try to stop that then come back to assist." The lieutenant stepped over to the replicator and tried pressing buttons, making a silent prayer to the elements, and eventually tried smacking the panel for 'percussive maintenance,' as an old engineering professor had often demonstrated. "It does seem to be bloodwine, ensign..."

"Is it a bad time to say I cannot swim?" She asks as she really cannot swim

“Sounds like a plan to me, Commander. If we can get-” She wiped her screen clean of bloodwine a bit, “-into contact with any superior officers down in medical, that’d be peachy. They’ve got that infected cadet down there, yeah?” (edited)

She panics and she looks around finding something to sit on and she taps her commbadge "Ensign Harkness-Riley to Engineering is there anything we can do to stop this before the command deck is flooded?"

Bloodwine splattering their uniform, Xaran let out an unintelligible grumble as they listened to the ongoing conversation. "Computer, unseal Jeffries tube hatch seventeen-alpha-three." They instructed plainly. "Hopefully that will stop the wine causing too many issues. Well, aside from electrical, psychological, and ruining my uniform."

"I believe so... Transporting the people we definitely know are infected first though. " Jenaha said as she set transport of Maxson, D’rthrek, Allen, Maya, Dion, and Rozamal from wherever they are to the Brig. Finally. (edited)

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Remembering the old replicator from his Academy days, Xochi ducked under the fountain of bloodwine, accepting that this uniform would need to be replaced. Entirely. He pulled off the pannel, and found the chip that routes power to the matter converter, and he pulled it out. Then he looked up to see if the fountain had stopped.

“That’s a few problems taken care of!” He said with a grin, “Jeez. My previous host had to deal with an outbreak and a malfunctioning replicator during his time as CTO. Never at the same time, though! Guess we’re just lucky, huh Commander?” (edited)

"I am not looking forward to having to explain why the command deck is covered in blood wine to the Captains, nor the report I'm going to have to make. Why does every chaotic event end in so much paperwork?" Xaran responded light-heartedly. "Commander, how are your people holding up?" They then asked Jenaha.

As the wine fountain stops, the lieutenant sat for a moment breathing, and then wrung a drink out of his uniform sleeve. Climbing to his feet, he returned to stand near the tac station, as that seemed to be the place where he was most likely to be helpful.

“Hey, there’s a reason people on Earth used to do ticker tape parades. The paper means everything’s done, heh.” She grinned at Xaran.

"Does the station have records of the normal body temp for everyone on station?" He addressed the Trill senior officer, "I'm betting the population on the promenade isn't mostly officers, so I'm not sure if we'd have med records for the civilians. Will we be able to identify the feverish people?"

“Well…it’d take some doing, but I bet I could find some records. That’s a lot of people, though. We might have to be a bit more realistic if that plan falls through.”

"I nearly got my head bashed in by a 7ft Tall Hirogen thundercunting a large man towards me... this is a pretty normal day." Jena casually answered Kiadras, in truth, she was actually pretty fucking relieved that she didnt get crushed by the two large men. That would've been painful. Moving on to Aisut. "They're doing fine. So far it hasn't spilled that far into the other civilian areas. Transmitting a full lockdown warning to nearby vessels to not approach the station. No vessel docked here is leaving either until we get this under control." Jena said before she turned over to Lt. Pil. "We do know the normal temps for each species in general, yes. but if we know other parameters to scan for, that would be nice so we wont beam unaffected people by mistake."

“We scan for the parasites, then.” The tac officer replied, “Easy peasy.”

Xochi raised an eyebrow. "Lemon squeezy." There might be a bit of awe in his tone at the idea that identifying parasites list this as 'easy peasy.'

"I don't think we keep body temperature records for the majority of people living here. But we could find out what the average temperature of every species is and use that as our starting point to find out who's got a fever based on current scans." They said in agreement with Jenaha. "I'd suggest using Medical records, but even in this situation I'm not willing to breach patient confidentiality." They said with a slight chuckle. "Scanning for the parasites might take some time considering how small they probably are, but it might just work."

"Perhaps if we identify the organic signature of the parasite itself, we could identify the planet of origin or the ship that brought them to the station... and determine if it was accidental or a deliberate action." He thought for a second, "That would also let us make sure there isn't a resevoir of the parasite somewhere on station, not in a host."

“We’ve got science and medical working together on the thing. If we get the proper info, we’ll be sitting pretty! Or, at the very least, we’ll have a sign pointing in the proper direction,” Kiadras smiled to Xochi. All things considered, he was staying pretty calm and collected, “Let’s get the party started,” He tapped his comm.

Chuckling, Xochi moved to a second terminal and began searching databases for cultural references to parasitic worms, mania, and other key words. He didn't expect to be successful, but it was something he knew he could do well and quickly. "I prefer my parties to have less in the way of throwing officers."

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"I mean, we do have wine, and you can't have a party without wine, so we've got that covered." They joked as they turned their attention to their PADD, reviewing data and reports as they tried to keep on top of everything.

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“Got it!” Kiadras said with a grin. She starts tapping away at the tactical console to prepare for a station-wide scan, “This is an uphill battle, everybody, but we just got an engine.”

"Why dont we just... let the science and medical people do the sciencing and medicining, and just move on from there based on what they give us. All that sounds like too many big brain things beyond transporting people to the brig that I couldn't wrap my head around right now." Jena said as she continued on working transports in the console

The station-wide scan proved fruitful, identifying plenty of individuals infected with the parasite— as well as some cargo..

The Trill leaned closer to the console as the scan completed, with that little blip in cargo making him raise his eyebrow in interest, “Well, hi there…we’ve got a cluster in cargo, Commanders.”

The Betazoid Lieutenant began writing a formal notice of violation of interstellar trade treaties in his head. If the parasite arrived on infected cargo, that would be something the homeworld should have contained, allowing trade partners to take reasonable precautions against. If it was a deliberate effort to weaken the station, cause discord, or some other goal... that would likely require digging into whatever peace treaty or alliances existed between the home world and the Federation and the Alliance. That would be the more interesting work, but much more complicated. He didn't even notice when the Trill officer mentioned that they had found a cluster.

"....thundercunt that shit to spac-- I-I mean, setting up a high level security field around the cargo cluster. I'll get the records of that shipment in a little bit after the got all this under control..." Nice save Ms. Sul. Notes to self: implement significantly stricter inspection protocols on cargo shipments... and infectious disease detection.

“On it.” He taps away at the console to start setting it up, “Think we should dispatch some security officers down there to check it out? Or should we just start beaming everybody down to the brig before tackling that?”

Looking over as the Lieutenant Commander mentioned the cargo, Xaran briefly glanced at Jenaha before looking back at the Tactical officer. What the fuck was a thundercunt? "No, it's too rsiky to go anywhere right now. I want that cargo locked onto and transported to Medical for analysis. Don't put it anywhere near any life signs, though, and erect a forcefield around the beam location prior to arrival. I'll alert them to the incoming delivery." (edited)

"On it. I'll send it over on your signal." Jena said with a nod as she locked on to the the cargo and sent it over to the Medical Bay the moment Aisut finished up alerting the Medical and Science people with the forcefield up on arrival as well to ensure maximum safety precaution.

With the force field established, the Trill spun in her chair to face Xaran and Jena from where she was seated, “Good to go on my end!”

"Send it." They instructed with a nod. Hey, maybe that should be what they say when they want a ship to jump to warp. Mental note writing activated.

“I think we’re in business, Commander,” He said with a lopsided grin after the box is beamed down to medical, “One step closer to paperwork, heh.”

"Mmmmhmmm!" Xochi made the noise with gusto, the idea of paperwork obviously one that makes him happy.

Kya had woken up in the midst of the chaos, and after a brief prayer to the emissary she had moved to assist (there was chaos in more then the event channels after all). So she was here to help out, sitting at the tactical station. “Okay, let’s see here.”

“Welcome to the party, Commander,” Kiadras said with a laugh, “So! We’ve got a security team or two to coordinate alongside Commander Sul. You missed the messy part, believe me.” The floors were still a little sticky with bloodwine.

Thoroughly embarrassed and prepared for the dressing down of his life, Maxson arrives on-deck likely alongside a few other security officers. He was doing his damndest to keep himself cool and collected. This ranks high among the most embarrassing days of his life. He’d have to check and see if that cadet is feeling better later on… “Reporting for duty, sirs.”

After the primary bridge crew began returning, Xochi took a break to go switch out of his bloodwine soaked uniform. He took a thorough sonic shower to get the stains off his skin, but he still didn't feel quite 'clean.' He hurried through the process of washing his curly hair, knowing he'd have to do a better job later, but he needed to get back to the command deck. His role wasn't necessary yet, but there was a decent chance the worms had been sent deliberately and that might require a diplomatic effort. Back on the command deck, Xochi took over a tertiary station and began fleshing out the notices he'd begun earlier.

Ping! Message for the Captain, containing the information OPS gathered about the cargo.

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Mo's dark eyes lit up, and he checked out the message.

Jena had a soft smile on her lip when she saw the notification for the captain as she continued to coordinate with the other security teams, glad that all this would be over after s little while over. Speaking of which "G'day Commander Maxson." Jena said with a smile as she turned towards the brick wall. "How's Icarus?"

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There is the slightest amount of red across his cheeks upon Jena addressing him. Oh good…everyone remembered too. What a nightmare, “…ah, well…I’m sure Cadet t’Dharvanek is doing well, Commander,” He pursed his lips together, “I hope you are as well. I apologize for my…behavior. Let’s get to work.”

The cargo had been registered under a Vedette Cadieux, who was accompanied by a few others— Maria Carter, T'mas, and Arriot. All of them still currently on board, but Ms. Cadieux was their employer, and was currently in Medical recovering from an infection of her own.

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Drthrek had gotten the all-clear from the medical bay to return, but he felt so embarrassed. Him ramming the forcefield in the brig, him throwing the commander, he could remember it all. God, it was like a hangover story without the fun alcohol. * *Once he was on the bridge, he looked around and went to Maxson. He was a little nervous *"Uhm, excuse me, I just wanted to apologize for...Throwing you. Are you okay?" *He turned to look at Jenaha, remembering the phaser blasts. Thank god they were able to take him out. "I'm sorry to you too, Commander, for throwing him at you," Feeling thoroughly embarrassed. (edited)

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Maxson cleared his throat embarrassedly upon D’rthrek’s apology, “…not to worry, Lieutenant, it’s…ahem, water under the bridge.”

"No worries you two. I'm fine. We can discuss it later. I'm just happy to not be crushed. Hope you two had a nice time with the others while being treated." Jena casually said to the two with a soft smile as she continued to work on the info they have gathered, looking into where the cargo had been before arriving to 777. If Vedette Cadieux and the others had been elsewhere before coming here. "I'm sure Cadet t'Dharvanek's recovery is going well."

He repeated all of that information out loud. "So that was the origin point. Do me a favour, someone, and contact security? I need someone to talk to Cadieux."

The copies of the script had been made on board. Previously, it was just one script in Ms. Cadieux's possession. (edited)

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"Consider it done, Sir." Jena promptly said with a nod.

“I’ll head down to the med bay, Commander,” It was the least the guy could do, really, after everything that had happened. He made his way to the turbolifts. Time to get to the bottom of this…

"Alright, Mr. Maxson. Good Luck." Jena said with a smile as Maxson left. She was going to ask him to go down there anyway, but she appreciated the initiative.

Having heard Maxson’s comm, she quickly began a scan for Maria Carter. “Hmmm hmm hmm.”

“Day of the scans,” Kiadras joked, spinning in her chair alongside Kya at the tactical station to help her out.

Maria Carter was currently somewhere in the Entertainment Complex, by the looks of it.

She hummed and tapped her badge. “There we go.”

21:02

She hummed as she stood to her feet and headed to the lift. “I will go assist the commander, I’m much better on the ground than doing some scans.” She said before heading into the lift.

“Stay safe out there! Never know what kinda theater they’re gonna show you, heh!” He called after Kya.

The Trill took a deep breath and sighed, leaning back in her chair, “So! How about we do paperwork after I treat everybody to a proper party, huh? Drinks on me. No bloodwine, though. Heh.”