Medical Mayhem

Posted on 03 Jul 2016 @ 6:03pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Captain Jonathan Holliday & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant Olsam Mott & Lieutenant Tuula Voutilainen M.D. & Ensign Miraj Derani & Lieutenant Commander Ryan Alexander & Ensign Ibrahim Qureshi M.D. & Petty Officer 3rd Class Veri RN & EMH Mark X-C "Shirley" & Jonah Chaparral M.D.
Edited on on 07 Jul 2016 @ 3:25am

3,117 words; about a 16 minute read

Mission: Episode 11 - Divinum Mundi
Location: USS Galileo/USSSemmes
Timeline: MD13 - 0200

ON:

Vincenzo

Allyndra was overseeing the evac onto the Waverider. It would be crowded but the more they could get off and out of the way the better. She was going to leave Tuula and Veri (and any others that went) with the Semmes modules and head back to the ship herself to help out.

Mott she had put in charge of main sickbay for the worse and the rest would be heading to the holodecks with the EMH in charge there. They were finally loaded and she nodded to the Miraj.

"Ready as we will ever be."

"Hold on!" Miraj flicked at the controls and the shuttle rose, the defelctor shield vibrating with the ionic radiation, making the whole thing shake and rattle. Once clear of the ground and the people working on the crash, she gunned then engine, and repeated her outbound trajectory, curving around with the wind howling into the bow. Inbound was much more of a fight, and for all Miraj let the ship move with the wind, they were still heading into the wind.

She dropped altitude suddenly, where the wind was slightly slower. the sudden lack of resistance made it kangeroo foraward, and she tapped the controls at just the right moment to swing the end around, and flick the shuttle back into its docking ports. "Everyone okay?"

The ride was as expected, very bumpy but they made it and redocked. After getting docked Allyndra made the call again to everyone in medical where to be and they had incoming. Her next call was to ops to get extra people to help with the wounded and injured.

=^=Attention, this is Chief Medical Officer Allyndra. I need all medical personnel on board to report to sickbay or holodeck one immediately.=^=

=^=Ops, if you could spare any people to help move wounded it would be appreciated.=^=


Galileo, Ops

=^=Understood. I'll send down who I can.=^=

Min glanced over her roster and with most of her people planetside, she had few hands left she could spare. Punching in a couple orders, Min pulled what she had left of her department to assist. At this point even she was pressing herself into service to assist.

Ryan wasn't sure what he was really supposed to be doing. He had barely checked in and couldn't even remember where his quarters were. He had been in the process of going to meet his department head when he received a com message to head to medical.

Galileo, SickBay

Ryan stepped into the medical bay and looked for the person in charge.

"Good morning," Olsam said cheerily as Ryan stepped into Sickbay. Organized chaos was swirling around the Bolian as nurses and techs prepared to receive wounded from the colony modules, but the doctor stood calmly in the middle of the room drinking coffee (presumably) from a coffee mug. "Are you injured, or just visiting? We're a little busy if it's the latter, perhaps you could come back for a tour around 0400?"

Ryan shook his head. “Fortunately, as far as I know I am perfectly fine. However, I was told to report to medical to assist in any way that I can.” Ryan said, looking around not sure what he was supposed. “Just tell me where you need me sir.”

Olsam stared for a moment and then nodded; he thought he'd heard Allyndra call for extra hands from Ops or Engineering or one of those other departments he never had anything to do with. In their yellow uniforms, he could hardly distinguish security, operations, and engineering from one another.

"We're gonna need some anti-grav stretchers from storage," Olsam said, lifting his cup in the general direction of the medical supply closet. "And then hands to help carry the wounded from the Waverider when it docks. Do you have any first aid training, Ensign...? What's your name? I don't know you." The Bolian narrowed his eyes slightly, like he could somehow divine the young man's identity. "Do I?"

"Ensign Ryan Alexander from Operations and I don't think you would know me, I have only been on board for a short while." Ryan said as he headed to the closet, struggling for a moment to pull out a couple before selecting the one that looked the most well kept. He yanked it out of the closet and brought it with him as he stood in front of Mott. "As for medical training, I have a little, really just some battlefield triage and what we learn at the Academy." Ryan said with a shrug.

"Hmm," Mott considered. "Well, I suppose that'll be enough, won't it? We need all hands on deck. Not literally, of course. Not a bunch of hands on the deck. That's messy and inadvisable, from a medical point of view."

Jonah wasn't sure that there would be a need for his specialty, in fact, he was even hoping there wouldn't be. But, when he was awakened out of a dead sleep, he didn't hesitate. He was after all a doctor, and there was a crisis brewing.

Allyndra was not sure if anyone had yet gotten the EMH going and she knew how Mott tended not to like the holographic doctor.

She went ahead and called the computer. "Please activate the Emergency Medical Hologram."

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency." Shirley acknowledged with her usually chirpy nature. The first thing that her optical sensors detected however was the face of the Bolian...why he even needed to be here was beyond a program of her quality, but nevertheless, she was a doctor, or at least a very good projection of one.

Olsam Mott turned around the second he heard that infernal thing prattling on. He knew damned well he didn't activate it and wondered if it hadn't been fiddling around with its own activation protocols again.

"Oh, hello, Shirley," the Bolian said, sounding much like he was suddenly face-to-face with his longtime arch nemesis. "Who turned you on?"

"That would be your boss...I must admit I'm surprised to see you still here after that little disaster you had at the conference back at the Jupiter Station...didn't all go exactly according to plan did it Doctor Mott?"

Shirley replied with a bratty smirk across her face. She knew that the Bolian was probably bruising for another vocal disagreement, after all, it had been quite some time since they last wrangled with one another.

Mott turned a shade of purple and erupted, "I knew that was you! I knew it. I'm going to have engineering go over your program with a level five diagnostic until they find out which one of your personality subroutines is glitched to make you so hateful."

"Try looking for program Mott-Alpha." The hologram retorted with another one of her fake smiles. She had been sat on that little nugget of information for weeks now, and to finally get to use it to its full effect, well, if she was capable of producing endorphins, she would have been flooded with them.

"Now if you're done trying to argue with a collection of photons and forcefields, I believe there is work to do, hmm? Computer, transfer EMH Program to Holodeck One."

And with that the hologram disappeared, leaving the Bolian alone with just the empty space that she previously had inhabited in front of him.

"As I matter of fact, I'm not done!" Mott protested to thin air. He knew she was gone, but some things just needed to be stated for the record.

It was time to oragnize the rest. =^=Ensign Qureshi, Petty officer Anderson to main sickbay. Doctor Chaparral, Lieutenant McCarthy and Rael please report to holodeck

Dr. Ibrahim Qureshi was already in sickbay, but having been overwhelmed with the chaos had found himself delegated to helping nurses carry supplies to each treatment areas. He nearly collided with the Bolian doctor. "Dr. Mott. I'm so sorry. Did I step on your foot? I did, didn't I? I...where did you want these again? Is this even what I should be doing right now?" The young doctor suddenly felt a little foolish for even having to ask. This was his first emergency.

"Over there," Olsam said, motioning with his coffee cup. He decided to follow the young physician, hovering over him like a shadow. "Just stack them there on the medcart. You're doing fine. You haven't killed anyone yet, so that's always a good way to start off your first medical emergency." He paused, glanced at the chronometer. "The shuttle will be here soon with incoming. These three beds will be for the most critical cases, the rest we'll be shunting to holodeck one."

Qureshi looked at the blue doctor with wide eyes, "I hope I don't kill anyone today. Emergency or not." He placed the supplies where indicated. "Oh dear..." he said as the first casualties began rolling in.

"Well, that one's gonna be dead in a minute," Mott pronounced as the first hover stretcher hovered past him. He was still holding his coffee but had filled the free hand not with a cruller (as he might have liked) but a medical tricorder. "Massive neurological damage from some kind of EM shock. You concur?"

"What?" Qureshi asked incredulous. "N-no, I don't concu--" Qureshi read the results of the tricorder over Mott's shoulder, "Oh, yes. I concur." He frowned at the results for a moment before someone else hovered past with a jagged piece of metal sticking out of the side of his chest. Qureshi's eyes went wide. "Mine!" He said before any other interns were around to take the chance to assist with what looked like a complicated procedure.

"Hmm," Olsam said into his coffee cup as he took a sip, eyeing both the patient and the tricorder over its rim. It was serious enough for the Bolian to release his coffee cup, which he left on top of a nearby medcart as they followed the patient to a biobed.

The metal looked pretty bad, but it seemed to have missed most of the internal organs. Not that it helped much. The patient had evidently suffered some sort of impact trauma - likely from the very sudden stop of the colony module on "landing" - and that had more than a handful of her internal organs jostled up. Probably explained the jagged piece of the module jutting out of her side.

"Well, she needs some patching up, hm?" Olsam asked, smiling at Qureshi. He stepped aside and waved at the woman with his tricorder. "Let's get her breathing and circulation stabilized first. And then...?"


Galileo, Holodeck One

Ryan pulled his hover gurney with him into Holodeck one. First assignment on ship, and he had only been on ship for a few hours. He couldn't help but smile, but then quickly sobered. This was important and people were hurt. He looked over to the arch way and adjusted some power settings. "Since we are going to need a full medical bay with equipment, the holodeck is going to need more power and processing power. Hmm..." He mumbled to himself. He called up to ops on the bridge with the request to parcel out some of the computer's core processing power to assist with diagnostics as well well as utilize power allocated to stellar cartography, at least until the heavy work had been completed. After a few more commands and rerouting, he nodded at his handy work.

"Computer, Please construct a copy of NCC-80010 USS Galileo's most current Medical Bay." Ryan said, and waited for the computer to process the request. Before him the holodeck turned into an exact copy of the med bay. Ryan scratched his beard, trying to think what else could be added. "Computer, please scale the medical bay to accommodate the amount number of wounded." Ryan said walking around the room.

"Please specify the number." The computers cold voice called.

With a groan, Ryan ran his hand through his hair. "Ok, ok, please expand the room to accommodate, uh, 20 additional beds, spaced with the appropriate spacing of, of a medical triage center located on earth in the year 2390." Ryan said hoping that the computer wouldn't argue with him.

The scene shifted, accommodating not only the handful of beds that were already located in the room, but also for 20 additional beds, though a bit more tightly spaced. Ryan pondered the scene and walked around the beds.

"Computer please add a type 4 medical scanner to each new bed, and accommodate the increased spacing with the aforementioned parameters." Ryan said, again the scene shifted to include the recent addition. Again Ryan walked through holodeck to make sure that people could get around. And nodded. "Alexander to Medical. Holodeck one is all set up. Ready for patients."

Jonah turned on his heel and started to move towards the holodeck as he had been instructed.

A few moments passed before the EMH materialised in the holographic hospital that her program had been provided with. Looking around the constructed scenario, the hologram was happy that this would do the job.

=^=EMH to Sickbay - Holodeck 1 appears to be fully functional and is ready to receive casulaties for triage.=^=

After a few moments the transporters of the Galileo began transferring the wounded; the EMH watching closely as individuals began appearing on the biobeds, with the instruments automatically whriring to life to record lifesigns and monitor vitals.

=^=EMH to Sickbay - patients are in situ, beginning triage process now. =^=


Vincenzo

Allyndra instructed personnel that were arriving as to which direction to take injured colonists. It seemed full chaos but there was an actual organization to it.

She took a moment to call the others in the field to see if there would be more coming in.

=^=Tuula, Veri, this is Allyndra. Do we need to send the Waverider back out for more pickup?=^=

Veri was not all that sure of the dimensions of the waverider so she shrugged, "I believe we are set. But to be honest, with as cold as it is, we have a lot of hypothermia cases coming in."

Veri's response indicated that the most severe cases had been handled but she was correct that they needed to handle exposure patients. The fact that the communication went through at all indicated the conditions were lessening at least a bit.

Allyndra finally got the patients off loaded and knew that they would have to make a return journey. She could use the help and waved one gold shirt over.

"Ensign, yes you," Allyndra said. She was not sure she recognized the man but then some new people had come aboard. "I am going to need some help with getting the rest of the patients on board." She bit her lip a moment and looked a bit sheepish. "I do appologize I am not sure I know your name."

Ryan passed off the hover gurney he was hauling to a crewman, giving him an apologetic look. He turned back towards the Medical Officer. "Ensign Alexander, I haven't been aboard more than a couple hours. Where do you need me sir?" Ryan asked ready, willing, and able to assist in anyway possible.

Allyndra nodded. "Ah Alexander, Allyndra," she said. "Everyone else over by the modules is a bit busy so I could use the extra hands. A couple of hours? My goodness, well certainly baptism by fire isn't it?"

"Yes Sir." He said with a smile. "It is a pleasure sir, though I wish we could have made our introductions under better conditions." He said soberly. "Just tell me where you need me." He said confidently, wanting to help out his new crew members.

"Right now we need to get people back aboard before we have cases of hypothermia. Mostly just to help with getting people moving."

"Yes sir, I am on it." Ryan said as he grabbed a space blanket and hustled to help another of the colonist aboard. He made sure to pass the blanket to one of the less injured folks. He knelled down and carried one of the more injured to the shuttle. "Don't worry we will make you right as rain." He said has he laid her on one the stretchers an secured her properly in the shuttle. She didn't look to bad, but he wasn't a doctor and only knew battlefield triage.

Allyndra noted the ops man working quite efficiently and was pleased she needed to talk to Veri as she figured she needed Tuula back on the Galileo.

"Veri, think you can handle the rest here? I need Tuula back to work on the injured transported."

"Oh yeah," Veri answered animatedly. She was excited to get to do more things with less supervision.

"I guess we are ready for another group. Ensign Derani, whenever you are ready we will return."

"We're still hot, all you have to do is buckle in," Miraj dropped back in her seat after helping unload some of the casualties. "Just say the word."

"I think we are ready. Close it up, this group is not quite as critical, mostly cold."

"Yes, ma'am." Miraj hit the button for the loading door, and tookVincennzo back into the storm. It was almost no time at all when she was back with more.

The next set in were not really injured all that badly, a few bumps, bruises but certainly the first stages of hypothermia had started. This was more something of send them to a cargo bay with bedding and a hot meals.

Allyndra needed to head on to sickbay to check on the progress there but she paused after giving Ryan the authority to commandeer resources to handle the last wave in.

"Miraj, Ryan, exemplary performance both of you. I shall let your respective department heads know. Now if you excuse me, I need to get to sickbay."

Ryan nodded, not really knowing what to say. "Thank you sir." He said as he grabbed one of the hover gurneys. He looked over to Ensign Miraj. "Really nice flying, hope to ride with you again." He said with a smile to Ensign Miraj, before he gently, but quickly moved the gurney with a patient and expediently made his way to Holodeck one.

[OFF]

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LCmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

EMH MK X-b
Emergency Medical Hologram
USS Galileo
[pNPC Holliday]

Ensign Miraj Derani
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Olsam Mott
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Ensign Ibrahim Qureshi M.D.
Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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