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USS Eagle, NCC 2185
LTjg Richards,ASEC, & Ensign Hanson, AENG
Title: What's Behind Door Number Two?, Part Seven
Joint Logs by Myth and Nouri
Location: The USS Eagle
Setting: The Captain's Quarters
Leah was now in the Captain's plant room, the door was now bolted from the
inside keeping them all locked in. Now she started stuffing the vents as
Hanson had 'ordered' just before passing out again.
Bob, the wayward scutter, watched Leah intently wondering what to do and
what those crazy Organics were doing now and would do next.
Leah finished stuffing the vents and looked around. Just as she'd seen before
there was a large number of plants as well as the technical paraphernalia
needed to keep them all alive. Including a number of tanks for holding gases.
She wondered if any of them contained breathable oxygen, and moved closer
to scrutinize them. There were some rather befuddling diagrams on them, and
words. The words were decipherable- and one of them was 'Oxygen'. ~ Score!
Praying it was O2 and not some bizarre (and potentially hazardous) variant,
Leah worked on opening the tank enough to let some fresh air in without using
the whole tank. It might pay to save some if they were going to be stuck
in t he closet for long.
HISSTTT!! A small stream of oxygen is released.
Leah grinned at the hiss of air escaping and aimed the tank to the center
of the little group of unconscious folk.
The small horde of bots looked oddly at Leah and her strange actions.
Unlike the others, the Narhat knew what was happening. It stopped some odd
movements that it had been doing and appeared less agitated. It knew what
the gas was and that it was deadly to humans as well as the decreasing oxygen
levels and that the air was better now for the Organics.
Bob trotted over to rub on Leah's leg.
Leah kept her eye on the group, waiting for someone to wake up. She was a
little annoyed with herself to realize she was hoping Hanson would wake up
first. To distract herself she acknowledged Bob's presence again. "What,
Bob tilted his head quizzically at her, pointed to door, and spun around.
Leah rolled her eyes. "We can't leave, Bob." She was a bit surprised that
he hadn't picked up on that from listening to Hanson-usually the 'bot seemed
to pay more attention to the engineer then to her.
Bob tilted his head again.
Rather than spend the rest of the day conversing with a mute robot, Leah
shifted Hanson closer to the tank. She rationalized wanting him to wake up
by the fact that he was the only one who realy seemed to know what was going
By now, the oxygen was catching up to the enigmatic engineer and gave the
TriOx compound something to work with. Hanson's breathing became less shallow
as he took in more and more of the life saving molecules.
"Urgff!" Hanson grunted in a twilight state.
"C'mon, c'mon... wake up." Leah waited, impatient as always.
He groaned, not knowing what was going on or where he was. He certainly didn't
remember that minutes ago, he was trying to save five lives from the poison
gas that had flooded the quarters and caught them unawares. His mind drifted
back to a happier time before his life and promising career as a doctor was
shattered. He mumbled, "Morning already, T'Sarra?"
"Yeah, morning." Leah rolled her eyes. "I did what you told me - now what?"
Any relief she might have felt at his waking up was washed away with the
realization that now he'd be able to annoy her again.
"Mm.. morning. Coffee?" He sniffed shallowly.
Evidently not quite enough fresh air. ~Arg!~ Leah reached over and cranked
the tank open just a little more. Hanson being useful and annoying was one
thing but Hanson making no sense and begin annoying would be even worse.
She hoped there was another O2 tank laying around.
Finally, Hanson opened his eyes. He mumbled still groggy, "Oh you ... how'd
you get in my dream? Go away." He shut his eyes hoping to make LT Richard
disappear. He moved his mouth and tasted the invisible gas. "Terrible coffee,"
"It's not coffee! Someone's poisoning the air in here, remember?" Leah guessed
that was what Hanson had been getting at before he'd passed out again.
"Air?" he said. Then he muttered something unintelligible.
Leah scowled, eyeing the med kit and the hypos with in it. "Hanson-if I give
you another hypo, nothing bad'll happen, right?" She'd been sure to memorize
exactly which hypo he'd shown her before, but she wanted to be sure an extra
hypo would only bring him back to full alertness without hurting him.
"Hypo?" He asked confused, Then he remembered his injuries. It could be deadly
for him to get more TriOx now.
He opened his eyes. "Air.. Wwhere are we? Wwhat did you do? Did you listen
tomme..." he asked as he fired off a hundred questions in slurred rapid fire
~Phew!~ Apparently playing with more hypos wasn't in her immediate future.
Leah grinned. "Slow down! Yeah, I did what you said. Not that I'm making
a habit out of it." Letting him think he could boss her around wouldn't do.
Relieved, Hanson tried to lean forward and up straighter. " Ow, what did
you prop me up with a cactus?" he asked.
Leah hadn't really worried about what she'd left them on, outside of not
piling them on each other. She shrugged. "Kind of in a rush. What do we do
"Need to see how much air we have. Need to figure out how to get help. How
to keep the wrong people from finding us... the Captain? Tsundra? CMO?
"Everyone's in here." Leah moved over to check the O2 tank, and to see if
there was another in the closet with them.
~That's lucky...~ "There's a second O2 tank here." Leah reported.
"Everyone but the Captain shots right?" he asked. That was a detail he was
sure she'd botch.
"Yeah." Leah had hypo'd the others... she just wasn't entirely certain she
hadn't mixed up hypos, despite being very careful to replicate Hanson's actions
"OK, Good. Please move Tsundra over and give me the med kit," he said, trying
to shift around to work.
Leah passed the med kit over and then Tsundra, being careful not to step
on anyone in the process.
~~OK, did we all make it? Those of us breathing anyway,~~ Hanson thought
to himself. He got an area to work ready for Tsundra and scanned himself
while waiting for Tsundra.
Hanson winced afraid that Tsundra would be dead or beyond anything he could
think of doing. He was losing her earlier but now at least he knew why.
Leah stood near by to watch, since standing took up less room in the closet
of a nursery. " ... is there anything I can do to help?"
Hanson muttered and treated Tsundra. "Another TriOx nurse please," he said.
~~Not much choice. She's not getting enough oxygen and no internal bleeding
I can find to contraindicate its use.~~
Leah sorted through the kit for the requested item and handed it over, hoping
she'd plucked out the right one. Hanson was insufferable enough when she
wasn't screwing things up-she didn't need to give him an opening to be worse.
Hanson administered TriOx, more Masiform D and another stimulant. He watched
the results.. Success!
Hanson breathed a sigh of relief." Next?" he asked.
"She needs to stay near the oxygen. I'll make a makeshift mask if she doesn't
respond more soon," he said.
"OK." Leah made a space on the other side of Hanson for the CMO, and moved
her over as his next patient.
Hanson stared at the CMO. He was always amazed how tiny she was and even
more so now when she was all inert and ill.
Hanson scanned her and checked her vitals. "Lucky she's Moeban" he said.
Her lungs and need for oxygen were different from the rest of them. She had
the best chance of survival on that level.
Leah certainly agreed with that comment. ~Yeah, she's lighter.~ It was a
welcome fact at the moment.
Hanson put together a slightly different solution for her different
physiology and administered it.
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