From tfath@compusmart.ab.ca Fri Jun 19 12:47:47 1998 Date: Tue, 26 May 1998 19:35:28 -0600 From: Tim Fath To: annac@bigfoot.com, suskind@ix.netcom.com, chris@rupnet.de, themuirs@interlog.com, praetorian@writeme.com, praetorian@kuentos.guam.net, Erin.Kenny@sofkin.ca, sunkist1@erols.com, jrbowman@london2.skn.net, jdt7@cornell.edu, jeffj@mantis.Princeton.EDU, jyoung@eaze.net, keri@gmx.net, voyager@massmed.org, nitefitr@cyberhighway.net, neil@falconers.sonnet.co.uk, PANDJMENZ@aol.com, seth@elektriklight.com, tfath@compusmart.ab.ca, wpettey@zianet.com, elektriklight@elektriklight.com, conor@new.co.za, tekjunk@ppp.kornet.nm.kr, morak@txdirect.net, jwesley@essten.com Subject: [DANTEXF] SB Alighreri: Not good, Not good at all FMD 4.0828 Remy sat at his, a lug mug of Java perch precariously close to the edge. In his hand as a PADD, containing, not only what was done yesterday, but what was to be acomplished today. Looking over the statistics of all the operations and miracles done. Remy was impressed. His crew of doctors and nurse, worked like a well oiled machine, around the clock. Remy guessed the new CO had something to do with that. He had been that Tao had run the department when there had been no Chief. Taking a long drink of Java, Remy made a mental note to deeply thank his new CO for that work. Grabbing the PADD with the operations left to be done, Remy was interrupted. "Sir." "Yes Alexia?" "The Kraggon delegation is here to see you. They say it is important." "Is security with them?" "Of course sir." Rising, Remy straightened his uniform and prepared to meet his guests. Exiting his office, the four Kraggons, the only 4 Kraggons standing in the room, came into view. "What can I do for you gentleman?" "We have come to sick-bay, on a rumour. If this rumour is true, then we are here to thank-you deeply. If it is not true, then we are here for no reason." Remy, instantly didn't like the one that was talking, for his entire spiel was in a condescending tone of voice. "What have you heard?" "The rumour was that a Federation doctor risked his life to save Kraggon lives. We have also heard that Kraggons were transported to this Starbase for treatment." "Both of those rumours are true." "Good, then we thank you deeply, and request the injured be placed on our ship for transport home with us." "Minister, you can have you dead, but none of you living are leaving till I say so, and right now, I say they can't." Turning away from the minister, Remy called to Alexia, "Arrange the transport of the Kraggon dead." Turning back to the Kraggon minister, Remy was greeted by anger. "Doctor, It would be in your best interest to transfer the wounded to." "Listen up. I don't care how powerful you are. I don't care if there are 1000 Kraggons standing outside that door ready to kill me. The wounded don't go anywhere till they can walk out of here. And just for your information, just because i save your mens lives, doesn't mean I agree with what they were doing. You should think twice before sending your men out to die. Now get out of my Sick-bay." "Doctor, you have mad no friends here today." "I don't need friends that kill their own children." The minister, attempting to stare down Remy, glared. The intense eye war was interrupted by the security officer yelling out. "HEY get away from there." The tall muscular Kraggon turned away from the bio-bed saying "I thought it was my cousin." "I don't care, get away from him." The young security officer stepped between the Kraggon and the wounded Kraggon. "Lets go." The minister, turned, stuck is nose in the air, and stormed out. As the door closed behind them, Alexia placed her hand on the CMO shoulder. "That was intense, you okay." "Damn morons. They are all the same. Totally brainwashed into thinking they are always right." "Sir, not to be heretical, but who is to say that you are right." "Good point Alexia, no one is, but unlike them, I choose to save lives rather then take them. On that point, lets get to work." FMD 4.0903 "Careful, careful." Remy hands, gloved, were carefully digging through an 18 year olds leg. Ripped to shreds, Remy had to remove the metal before he could close up the wound for good. The man had bee sedated for nearly a day, and was one of the last patients on the list. "Got it." Remy, held up the inch long piece of metal. Covered in blood, it was one of the nice things to see. A quite murmur of victory rippled through the assistants. Tossing the shrapnel into the garbage, Remy turned back to the young man laying on the table. Now the easy part. Closing it up. But it wasn't easy. For, just as Remy tapped the buttons on the surgery bed, the bed shut down. "What is going on!!!" Nurses scrambled to grab regenerators as blood began to freely flow out of the completely exposed leg, Remy cursed, and began to manual close up the wound. 2 minutes later, the patient flatlined. "Damn IT." Remy pushed forward, attempting to recover the patent. Two doctors had to pull Remy away. Ripping his gloves off, Remy threw them against the wall. They hit, stuck for a second, then fell to floor. Blood began to trickle down to where the gloves landed. Remy slammed his office door, and tapped his comm-badge. [Engineering here] "Wheres Roebuck?" Remy, asked, barely keeping his anger in check. [He's not.... uhhh.... he's not here sir.] "Fine I want a team to sick-bay, NOW." [Uhhh...] "THAT IS AN ORDER." [YES SIR] came the reply. FMD 4.1010 "A virus. The Kraggons planted a virus. They got on board our station with a VIRUS." "Yes sir, thats what it looks like." Korn said cautiously. "We belive thats is just in sick-bay." "Is my bed fixed." "Yes, we purged it. It should be good to go." "SHOULD BE? I'm not going to take that." "It's ready sir." "What about the rest of my sick-bay. Is it still fine?" "We think so. But, we are going to double check." "Good." Remy was about to open a channel to Lt Saevok, when Lt Roebucks voice filled the air. >[Mr. Korn, what is your status] >"We're on MED" >[I know where you are. I want to know what you are doing] >"Errr..." >Korn knew exactly that Roebuck had to permit any non-repair-job in ME, but with all that was going on... Remy motioned with his head at the door. "GO, but i want this fixed ASAP." Before Merlin could order them to, the engineering team was heading out the door. [Korn, get your team immediately to your assignment in the shuttle bay. And report to my office after we got this finished.] FMD 4.1310 A different cup of Java, sat, precariously close to the edge of the desk. A different PADD was in Remy's hand. This one was a stylo pad. Remy hated death certificates, but they had to be done. Signing his name at the bottom of the letter, Remy looked you to see a strange man enter His sick-bay. Rising he went to meet this man. "Can I help you sir." "OH, no, I'm here to see the injured. You must be the new doctor." "Dr. LeBeau at your service. May I ask who you are?" "Father Donal McDougal at your service. You don't mind me looking in on them." "Not at Father. Some of these young men need the help." "I can't do anything that you can doctor." The father replied in a heavy Scottish accent. "Your wrong father. I may save their lives but some of them don't want to live anymore. You have the chance to make them want to live." "You have me there doctor. Do ya mind if I start making some rounds?" "Not at all. I'll be in my office if you need me." "Aye Doctor." Remy sat at his desk, took a sip of the still warm Java, and began to finish the death certificates. Minutes later, the Father entered the office. "Doctor, I think we are needed." Rising quickly, Remy bounced out of his office. The father was motioning to a bio-bed, and Remy noticed movement. Deidre Williams was coming out of her sleep. "Good afternoon Deidre. How was your sleep." "Who are you? Why can't I see? Where am I? What happened?" "One at a time. I am Doctor LeBeau. You are on Starbase Alighieri and you were injured in the Kraggons attack." "Injured. How?" "You have lost an eye and a leg. Your arm is going to take a lot of time to heal." The 2 men could see the live drop out of the young women, as her body sagged. "Before you give up hope, I have access to some very good cybernetic limbs. I can replace you eye and give you a new leg. They won't be flesh and bone, but at least you could walk and see. But to do this, I'd have to do it within a day or two." The two men and the injured women were so engrossed with discussing the medical treatment, they completely missed Cort entering sick-bay. "Cant' a wounded man get 'any help 'round her?" Spinning, startled, Remy quickly focused on his new patient. What can I do for you?" "I hurt my shoulder." "How?" Remy asked, grabbing his tricorder. "My fighter decided it wanted to come apart." "Cort, I told you to be careful." The father said, coming around Remy's left side, into Corts view. "I know father, Damn Dalradians." "It's bad sprain. Give it day and it will be healed." Remy said, passing the regenerator over the wounded shoulder. "If it's just a sprain, why does it hurt so much?" "I will not make an assumption. It may hurt your feelings." Father McDougal came to Corts rescue. "Now, Doctor, thats not fair, this man risks his life day in and day out to protect this station. I think he has a right to get hurt once in a while." Cort could only sit and smile. "I suppose you want a painkiller?" "Sure." Walking over to the cabinet, Remy grabbed the least potent painkiller, and sucked just 10 ml into the hypospray. Walking back to Cort, he said, "Here, I have to save the rest for people that are really injured. Now don't do anything to strenuous with that side for at least 2 hours. No carrying people back to there rooms." Grumbling Cort left the sick-bay. FMD: 04.1620 Yet another cup of Java sat, this time, half off the desk. Remy was signing his name on the last certificate, when the call came in. [Ellery to Sick Bay] Slight annoyed, Remy answered "Dr. LeBeau here...what is the nature of the emergency?" Remy paused, did he just sound like the EMH? [Dr. we have a mild medical situation on holodeck 3, can you send a gurney? The patient does not need medical attention.] Now he was annoyed. It was a mild emergency, but they needed a gurney. "LT, I'll be the judge of that. I'm coming right now with a gurney!" Checking to see if he spelled his name right, Remy rose and then left his office. "Nurse, your with me. Grab a gurney." The nurse turned, and went to grab a hover gurney. "No, get the manual on." FMD 4.1630 The doors to the holodeck slide open, and Remy was assaulted by noise. "Computer, reduce crowd level." As the crown subsided, Remy and his nurse walked into the middle of the ancient sports arena, Yankees Stadium. Noticing a group of players near second base, Remy went to investigate. As the crowd parted, Remy say a man, he had met once lying on his back. CAG Chip Miller was out cold. "What happened?" "He missed a popfly and it beaned 'im" Cort replyed. Remy noticed that Cort was rubbing his shoulder. "You sure it wasn't a liner. Popflys are pretty easy to catch." "Pappy isn't that good at baseball." Robin said, extra innocently. Running a tri-corder around Pappy's head, Remy mused the results. "There is internal hemorrhaging, so why isn't there an external bruise?" Even though Remy was looking at his tri-corder, Cort knew he better answer. "Pappy has a hard head, but a weak brain." Without looking up, Remy answered, "I'll be sure to tell him that." Pressing a stimulant into Pappy's arm, Remy made the dead man awake. As Pappys eyes opened, Remy hit him with questions. "Whats your name?" He was slow to responded, but "Chip" finally came out. "Where are you?" Chip looked around before spurting out, "Yankees Stadium." "Can you stand Chip?" "Sure" Pappy responded pushing his hands out for help. Robin and Corts good arms shot out. Once he was standing, chip walked a few feet and turned around. "What happened?" Cort jumped in. "Martinez bean'd ya" Turning to the HACK, Cort asked, "He good to fly?" "I don't see why not, given he gets a good rest tonight. O'Wood, would you like me to take a look at your shoulder again? I hate sub-par workmanship." Remy added, glaring at Cort. Something was definitely going on. "No, it's okay. Really. Thank you doctor." "Cmdr, go to your quarters and sleep. Thats an order." Turning to Robin, he handed her the rolled up gurney. "Heres your gurney. Do with it what you will, but return it to sick-bay when your done." With that, Remy left. FMD 4.0830 Kraggons Visit sick-bay Tim FMD 4.0905 Things Blow up Tim FMD 4.1015 Engineers leave Tim FMD 4.1310 Father Donal McDougal comes to visit Tim FMD 4.1315 Doc discusses options with Deidre William Tim FMD 4.1320 Cort comes a visiting Tim FMD 4.1630 Remy is lied to by Cort and Robin Tim/Wendon Respectfully Submitted, Timothy Fath LT Remy LeBeau, MD CMO SB Alighieri tfath@compusmart.ab.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Never in the field of human conflict was so much owned by so many to so few." "Democracy is the worst form of Goverment execpt, for all those other forms." Both from Sir Winston Churchill ------------------------------------------------------------------------------