Through the Breach (Part 11 of 12)

Posted on 17 Aug 2015 @ 4:13pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Commander Andreus Kohl & Lieutenant JG Logan Miles M.D.
Edited on on 17 Aug 2015 @ 4:22pm

1,925 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 09 - Empires
Location: USS Galileo - Various
Timeline: MD 01 - 2215 hrs

Previously, on Through the Breach (Part 10)...

Allyndra knew sickbay would be overcrowded and headed toward the cargo bay triage. She still did not trust that they might have another power interruption and thus not set up the holodeck.

Everything had been neatly set up and techs and trained medics were attending the patients.

She got some of the stored instruments and went to work on Cyi and then worked on Wintrow. It was going to be a very long day.

And Now, the Continuation...

[ON]

Deck 4, Multi-Purpose Lab 2

Beep ... Beep ... Beep ...

The sound of the alert echoed within the lab. The only light source originated from the blue ultraviolet light above the lab station which had cast a soft bluish hew over the new Science Officer, Logan. Logan began to cough and wake from his slumber. He had waken up from being laid out on the chair with his arms hung low and drool flowing down the left side of his mouth. As he coughed he noticed vapor of cold moist air eject from his mouth signifying the environmental systems were offline, at least in the lab. He lifted his hand and wiped the drool from his lip as his fingers brushed his overgrown and ungroom facial hair. He checked his hand and noticed dry spots of blood. He checked his face again and felt more dried blood. On the floor next to him on the left he found a small oxygen tank. He solved the puzzle in a matter of second; The oxygen tank must have fallen on him and knocked him out. What a great way to start a new assignment, he thought.

Logan's eyes went from squint to full open as small fragments of ice and crust fell from the lashes. He gripped the seat with both hands and tried to get up but couldn't. There was a sharp and immense pain from his right rib cage region. He looked down and...

"Shit!!"

Logan exhaled deeply as he noticed a large piece of glass embedded in his rib cage. He leveled his head and looked straight as saw its origin - the touch screen glass pane exploded outward and Logan happened to be sitting right in front of it when it did. It must have happened while he was out from the O2 tank. There was very little blood that seeped out. The cold temperature in the room must have clotted the injury right away saving him from bleeding out.

Logan successfully stood up at the second attempt and carefully walked over to his left where the containment vault was placed. The containment vault was currently his top priority. The vault possessed samples of some of the galaxy's most deadliest viruses, bacteria, fungi, and biological parasites known. Any breach of the containment vault would have spelled catastrophe as some of them are airborne agents. Luckily the vault held up to whatever occurred on he ship. After confirming the vault was safe he tapped his combadge. It didn't work. He attempted again but no luck. Logan turned around and leaned against the vault glass. He looked around the lab, noticed he was the only one present, and mumbled to himself sarcastically and with a bit of annoyance, "great".

When Andreus Kohl's services were no longer required in the impulse control room, and the science station on the Bridge had been left in safe hands, Kohl had come to worry the same worries that were worrying Logan. The doors to the passageway slid open haltingly, and Andreus Kohl strode in, still wearing the compression suit. He didn't immediately have a clear view of Logan's form, nor the containment vault, and so Kohl asked aloud, "Status report?"

Logan was up against the containment vault glass pane and heard the door slid open. A familiar form came in. He didnt know who it was but the form was in a compression suit, that was what was familiar to him. He held the piece of glass embedded into his chest in place while looking at the man in the suit.

"Well, hello there. It's perfectly safe in here. The vault wasn't compromised."

As Kohl stepped into the compartment, he admitted, "That is one hefty sigh of relief." --He nodded as he padded closer to Logan-- "And how are you, Lieutenant... Miles, isn't it? Did you make it through the vortex similarly uncompromised?"

"Somewhat. I mean I do have this four inch piece of computer screen glass embedded into my rib cage. Do you happen to have some medigel? Can sure use some before making my way to sickbay."

At Logan's statement, Kohl scoffed in surprised and he closed the distance between them at an urgent scamper. "In that case, I don't think you should be moving around so much," Kohl said insistently. He retrieved a pair of scissors from his emergency kit and then he set about cutting Logan's uniform jacket off of him. Kohl was careful to cut around the angry shard of tripolymer-coated data crystal membrane that was protruding from Logan's chest. He did so without much in the way of giving warning, nor asking for permission. "I have something better than medigel," Kohl assured him. "I have a vascular regenerator and a designation as a Nurse Practitioner from before I was a science officer. Hullo. I'm Andreus Kohl."

Logan was in pain and had all the facial expressions to prove it as Kohl helped him out with the injury.

"Impressive, Mr. Kohl. I'm Logan Miles, new Virologist on board. I was planning on meeting with you right after the games, but work got me in the lab and Ive been here ever since..."

Logan found it very difficult to breathe as Kohl worked on him.

"Been working on an article for the Federation Science Gizette regarding infectious diseases in zero gravity."

Stepping back from Logan, Kohl shook his head and he said, "I can't be much help like this." Kohl moved over to the large, flat communal worktable in the centre of the lab. He started to lay out a small collection of tools and then he patted the worktable itself. "Lay on here," he insisted. Flippantly, he added, "It's a shame they restored the gravity. You could have got in some more good research." As Kohl started to pull tools out of his emergency kit, he asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Do I trust you?.... ummmm I guess I trust you not to kill me. Should I be worried?", Logan said as he lay down on the large research slab.

With furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, Kohl eyed that shard of data crystal embedded into Logan's chest. "Yes," Kohl said evenly, "Yes, you should probably worry very much." As he made his point with a thorough nod, Kohl reached up a hypospray to inject Logan in the neck with an analgesic. He handed over his medical tricorder next, and he asked Logan to, "Hold that for me, will you?" Kohl kept his eyes on the display of the tricorder as he pulled the shard out of Logan's chest in a swift motion, and raised a cylindrical shaped medical tool. Kohl thumbed the contact to activate the tool and it loosed directed ultrasonics. Using the tricorder display to target the ultrasonics, they began to cauterize the tear in Logan's lung.

As he laid on the slab he eyed the ceiling.

"You know, we should probably email Star Fleet Engineering Headquarters and have them do something with this paint. This midnight blue isn't cutting it for me."

Logan squinted in pain as the tear began to heal up.

"Yes, Logan, I think you're right," Kohl said, making no secret of the fact he was humouring him, perhaps teasing him a little. He took up a pistol shaped device from the workstation and again, he used the display on the medical tricorder to aim its emitter crystal. Kohl toggled the activator and the vascular regenerator set about repairing the torn blood vessels that were letting Logan's lifeblood leak out of him. As he worked, Kohl remarked, "We can put the laboratory repairs on hold until we re-paint the ceiling."

"So tell me, what event caused this piece of shit piece of glass to get stuck in me? War with the Romulans? Pissed off a Klingon? The Vedians invaded the Alpha Quadrant? I would like to know whose ass I need to stick a syringe filled with the Pox!"

Kohl toggled off the vascular regenerator for long enough to look up. Kohl couldn't help pulling a wide-eyed face of surprise at Logan's vitriolic rant. He looked back down at the wound and reached for a cylindrical dermal regenerator to begin closing up the wound, after he swept a wash of steri-field radiation over the tear in the flesh. "At the moment, we're still sorting out what's happened to us," Kohl explained. "But at first glance, we've done this to ourselves."

"Oh, great. Then the Pox is going up the Admiral's ass."

Logan began to laugh, almost maniacally. The laugh was due to the internal blood loss due to the procedure being done by Kohl. But it was healing and he felt it. He began to rub his temples due to the enormous migraine he was experiencing.

"Thank you for healing me up, Commander."

As he waved the dermal regenerator over the fading wound, Kohl replied, "It's what I'm here for. Sort of." Kohl shrugged vaguely and he began to pack up his emergency kit. "I need to get myself back to the bridge," Kohl said, "but I'm going to send a medic to take you to Sickbay. You need to have a doctor look you over."

"No, it's cool. I can make it to sickbay on my own now that I'm stabilized. Thanks, Commander."

Logan got up from the table and stood on his own two feet. He held his chest with his right hand stained with dried blood. The emotions in his face were that of pain, discomfort, and anger. He hated to be injured or useless, even if were just temporary. He walked toward the entrance of the science bay with Kohl following.

Terribly aware that his new position meant Kohl was all the more responsible for Logan, he gave the order: "Comm me when you get there. If I don't hear from you in five minutes, I'm sending a security team to carry you to Sickbay."

In the corridor the two men shook hands and went in opposite directions. Logan to sickbay and Kohl toward the bridge.

To Be Continued...

[OFF]

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RADM Lirha Saalm
Mission Advisor
USS Galileo

CAPT Jonathan Holliday
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

CWO3 Lamar Darius
Chief Support Craft Pilot
USS Galileo
[PNPC Saalm]

Lieutenant Commander Andreus Kohl
Chief Science Officer & Second Officer
USS Galileo

EMH Mk X-b "Shirley"
Emergency Medical Hologram
USS Galileo
[PNPC Holliday]

CWO2 S'rivas
Boatswain
USS Galileo
[PNPC Xanth]

Cadet SO Wintrow Paragon
Support Craft Pilot
USS Galileo
[PNPC T'Vanna]

Ensign K'os Beaumont
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Galileo

PO1 Unit CU-47 "Copper"
Damage Control Specialist
USSGalileo
[ PNPC Beaumont ]

Lieutenant JG Tinaro Cyi
Asst. Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant JG Jynn
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant JG Logan Miles M.D.
Virologist
USS Galileo

LtCmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical OFficer
USS Galileo

Commander Norvi Stace
First Officer
USS Galileo

Lt. Jared Nicholas
Language Specialist
USS Galileo

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