trans_9 | Down With the Sickness [very open]

All relevant Science and Medical staff members were ordered to attend this meeting to set things in motion towards finding a cure.

Of course, with an emergency of this capacity, anybody with useful talents was more than welcome to step up and volunteer.

Scarlet was naturally already there, sitting and leafing through her cursory observation notes while waiting for whoever else was supposed to arrive showed up.

As was Luis, though his current contribution was laying face-down on the table resting his head on his arms, teetering on the edge of his 36th hour awake.

After bringing Fletcher and Nanashi in to be quarantined, Sam came and joined Dr. Sera and Scarlet, whom he hadn't met before. He came near to the other researchers and decided to hold up the wall, crossing his arms. He was silent for a moment, as he dragged his mind away from his concerns with Nanashi being ill. "I just want to make sure something's clear right away. If Queen Nanashi has fallen victim to this, then it's very likely for me to follow suit. If I start to show even the slightest signs of it, put me in quarantine. I'm a vampire. I could easily slaughter all of you if I was put into a blood rage.

"Which brings me to my next point. Silver. If you can put me in contact with silver, then I'll only be as strong as the skinny teenager I used to be.

"With that said: Where do we go from here?"

"Amigo, if you go berserk on us, I'll be completely willing to take care of you," Luis said in a very dead sort of voice, then he lifted his head up off the table. He already looked exhausted, and just imagining how much work they had to do was making him feel even worse.

"And where do we go from here? At the moment... in circles until we can gather enough information to make any actual progress. Right now, we've got a bunch of sick people, no course of action and I've got a migraine the size of the Mediterranean."

"Certainly not at a loss for samples, at least." Ratchet arrived on the tail end of Luis' complaint, glancing at the others already gathered. "Do we have any information at all? Aside from the notion that it apparently sprang up out of the blue from within the ranks?"

Information or not, Allen has an idea. "I have nanobots in my bloodstream that are programmed as a secondary immune system. I can program them to eliminate all occurrences of the virus in a biological system, but I'll need to test them to be sure they'll preserve infected flesh without simply destroying it too. It's not a foolproof solution, but I can get started on it now. I'll have to, if it's going to do anyone any good."

"Excuse me." The team had a newcomer, straight from the pods. "Is Dr. Sera here? I was told he may need my help. I'm a doctor."

"It didn't spring up out of the blue," Luis said wearily. "It was yet another goddamned biological weapon shoved away in a closet that nobody knew about until something went horrifically wrong with it." And that's what pissed him off the most. If he'd known, they could have had a cure already tucked away somewhere just in case of this.

"Nanomachines?" Luis had never even heard of such a thing outside of horrifying science fiction novels. "... Jesus, are they even safe?" Because that was one option, but frankly the idea of tiny robots swimming around in crew members' blood freaked Luis the hell out.

"I'm Dr. Sera and I swear to god if you tell me we've had another incident separate from this one, I'm going to scream."

"James Howard. I haven't been let into the details of your situation, but they didn't give me any news to tell you." James said, arching an eyebrow.

Nanomachines and biological weapons?

"Luis Sera." Luis gave him a little half-hearted wave. "You a doctor? Come sit down. We need all the help we can get."

Almost looking out of place, Tony Tony Chopper was in the meeting from the beginning. He was terrified about everything that was going on to begin with but as the meeting had gone on, he began to focus more and more on the task before him. His fears had begun to subside.

"... I have never seen anything like this before. Has anyone done tests on samples? I can help with that if it hasn't been done yet. I've also got plenty of powerful sedatives if we need to use them."

A biological weapon stored on the ship? And it was unstable enough to start running amok like it had? Ratchet certainly shared Luis' discomfort with that particular bit of information. On the other hand... "If it was being held on the ship, then there must be documentation on it."

He looked to Allen then. "The nanobots might not be a bad idea, but are the facilities available to produce them in the numbers we'd need?" Then to Luis, "They're a perfectly viable medical tool provided that they're handled correctly."

"Dr. Samuel Henderson," Sam introduced. He reached into his lab coat pocket and produced two vials. "I pulled blood samples from the patients I brought in. One is vampiric, the other seems to come from a normal human child, as far as I'm aware." He shrugged. "It's a start. Considering the large variety of life-forms on this ship, we'll need as many different samples as possible."

Chopper nodded at Sam. "At least we have a start. Let's get more after this meeting." Looking to the others, "If we don't have the ability to make as many nanobots as we need, I'm sure Hydroponics could supply us with the ingredients we need to make medicine. I've seen many herbs and plants with medicinal properties in there and I know there's more than enough of whatever we'll need. Stacy has the equipment we need to make this sort of medicine quickly."

Congratulations! You've caught a scary alien rage virus!

Enjoy your luxurious sterile bubble accommodations! You can talk to one another without much hassle, but that and yelling on your omnicom are just about the only things there are to do in here.

Well, that and counting the veins on the walls, a favorite pastime of some frequent visitors.

Fletcher was in a bubble, and he did not like it. Forget talking to the other quarantined or counting the veins on the walls; he was banging a fist on the bubble and shouting.

"Let me out of here! I didn't do anything, let me out!"

Yep, he was pretty far gone.

"Will you stop with the @#$%ing @#$%ed babbling already, you little &$%#!" a sweating Middleman yelled.

"Don't use those words with him, he's just a child!" Wanda said, joining in on the yelling match.

"You all need to shut up, you're acting like idiots." Alessa's voice sounded dull and exhausted. She knew all too well what this virus was able to do now, and had to resist allowing that anger out. The bubble served its purpose now, but due to her fighting, she was in fairly bad shape, her body drenched with sweat.

"Quiet...need quiet," Alessa muttered.

"Who do ye think ye are to tell us to shut up?" shouts Jamie from his own bubble. "I'll yell if I please!" Or, you know, bodily fling himself against the wall of his own bubble in a effort to try and break it down. That's good, too.

Oh these humans and their predisposition to shouting. It never ended well. And Alessa, who was already starting to lose her temper, felt it flare up and the Darkness in her spoke up now.

"Oh, DO, please, and if you're so brave, come out of that bubble and I'll thank you properly!" The voice was brimming with maliciousness.

Well, that and sleeping. Which one rage-virus filled patient was doing quiet deeply thanks to the drugs Tio Luis over there had filled her up with. She whimpered in her sleep, but other than that remained completely undisturbed.

Katara had happily not contracted anything, and that was for the better: if she allowed her anger and rage to get the better of her, with her strength that would spell out nothing short of disaster. That didn't mean that she wasn't going to see who had been quarantined, especially if it happened to be a person she knew.

And speak of the devil, there's Jamie McCrimmon.

"Jamie?" Katara asked cautiously. "Are you all right?"

He's stopped flinging himself at the wall of the bubble, and instead is pacing back and forth restlessly. Occasionally, he's glaring down at the bandage covering his one injured hand. If he hadn't come to Medbay to have it looked at, he wouldn't be here now. Katara's question catches his attention, and he stops and gives her a narrow-eyed look. A fairly unpleasant smile appears on his face. "All right? Oh, I'm fine."

Mostly he's mocking her, but there's an edge of anger to his voice as well. Quite suddenly, he lunges forward, bringing both hands up and slamming them against the barrier separating him from Katara. "NOW LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

She wasn't sure whats he was expecting to see, but Jamie losing his cool like this, mocking her and yelling? Definitely not what she'd expected. At the same time, he was also still a friend of hers, and she had promised herself that if any of her friends were here, no matter what they might say to her she would at least try to keep them company. She, for one thing, definitely wanted to know why he had a bandaged hand.

"You know you can't do that," Katara said. "Somebody else might catch whatever this virus is, and that would be bad. You being put here isn't a punishment, just a way to make sure whatever this is doesn't spread. But I thought I;d come to keep you company."

Sam ran in to the quarantine area. He knew her scent from their first meeting, so he knew she was near. "Katara!" he called urgently. "I need help! There's a fire in the lab!" He moved his way around bubbles, ignoring the abuse and threats that came from them.

Katara wasn't sure what Jamie's reaction was going to be with what she was saying, but the moment she heard FIRE, her ears perked and she turned to Sam. She'd remembered him from the last time, and knew he wouldn't be here to get her unless she was needed.

"Lead the way," she said, completely changing from her concern of Jamie to her need to stop that fire. "How did it happen?"

Jamie growls at Katara, not really wanting to discuss the reasoning behind why he's in the bubble. All he knows is that he's trapped, he wants out, and he wants to hit things. A lot.

When Sam pulls her away, he just glares and goes back to his restless pacing.

Sam turned to lead her toward it. "It's a patient. He can breathe fire. I've sedated him." His tone was business and he moved quickly, but in the back of his mind, he was a bit self-conscious about being around her after his nearly disastrous moment of weakness.

The Chief arrives in contagion, bearing a definitely pathogen-affected and uncooperative Jamie Hemeros.

"Is there a doctor in the house?"

"Uncooperative" is an understatement; the medical term for Jamie's current status is completely batshit. He hates the world at large right now, but he reserves an extra-special hatred for hospitals and anything resembling such.

"I DON'T NEED TO BE HERE YOU BASTARD I'M GONNA TEAR THIS PLACE APART AND I'M GONNA FREAKIN' KILL YOU!" Yeah, pretty much nothing Chief hasn't heard before during the jaunt here. Jamie is not concerned about originality right now.

In the middle of the infected and bustling scientists, a loud noise like the crack of a gunshot went off.

Rhiow and Zuko were now in the middle of containment, Zuko on the floor with his arms and legs bound with what appeared to be steel. "I need someone over here with a sedative!" Rhiow said. "He breathes fire, and it isn't pleasant!"

And now he's doing it.

Oops. Hope that piece of machinery wasn't important, because it's on fire now.

At the mention of "fire", Sam pulled himself from his work. "I've got it!" He pulled another dose of sedative out of his lab coat pocket. He stayed a bit back, out of sight until the current burst of flame had passed before dashing in with the needle.

"Wonderful - I have to get back to the City. Good luck!"

Rhiow barely had time to notice that the doctor she was leaving this firebreather with was the same creature who had attacked Tycho at a previous podpop before her spell took and she was transported back to the city to recover Goliath, and by then it was too late to say anything. She flipped her tail in a shrug.

Vivio sighed, slightly bruised and beaten, as she dragged a now magically bound Einhart to the Quarantine area.

"Someone? Anyone? I... I need a bit of help! It's my friend, Einhart! She's... she's sick! She tried to attack me, she... I..." she stammered, confused.

And there Einhart was. Still unconscious. What with the whole having gotten beaten into unconsciousness thing.

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Bringing In Another One

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Not the conventional way of getting them here...

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Burn him if you want, he'll heal again

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And a third!

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