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not at risk of dying right? More about the cure next post. I'm harmonizing it
not at risk of dying right? More about the cure next post. I'm harmonizing it
with what we know happened so far.
with what we know happened so far.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Worse Than the Disease==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2262.049
MD 2.2120
Scene: Metron Sphere
Sean listened in mute horror as Stile described the how and the why of the
procedure he would need to inflict on Kiska in order to extract a cure for the
stricken Gorn.
"At first I didn't bother testing her blood or mine for that matter. I already
knew we weren't AB negative which was the only type left which had a shot at
killing this thing. She's AB positive. But then Kiska mentioned something in
passing about having a childhood case of adenovirus that was very mild. I was
out of ideas by then anyway so I tried a sampling from her."
He massaged at his neck. "There is some factor in her blood stream which when
combined with the herbals are virocidal even in the Gorn." He sighed. "The
bitch of it is the best concentration of them are going to be where they get
started: the spleen and bone marrow. Now the spleen is too vascular and I have
no way to operate properly on it. But the marrow …" Corbett noticeably
winced, "The tool kit from the shuttle has what I need to get the job done
without breaking her long bones."
Sean tried his darnedest to not freak out on his friend. The idea of drilling
into Kiska's body under these conditions with unsterile, barely adequate
equipment made him instantly nauseous with apprehension for his new girlfriend.
"I would put her under of course," Corbett continued unenthusiastically. "She
wouldn't feel a thing during the operation."
"And what about when she wakes up?" Sean asked, trying to be objective. "Sounds
like she'd be in a lot of pain."
Stile shook his head. "I have enough meds to keep her comfortable. But unless
we get her back to a proper medical facility within a few days, infection is
very likely to set in."
Sean ran his hands through his hair in agitation. He was actually having to
take deep breaths to keep calm. He had been in combat situations less stressful
than this.
"Look, Sean, I don't want to do this, but I don't have any other options. At
least we can save some of them. Maybe half a dozen at a stretch. Of course, it
will have to be Kiska's and the Captain's choice whether or not to do this at
all. In fact, Zade is off getting the Captain right now."
Sean groaned, "Given the stakes, they'll probably say yes." He turned and
regarded the Gorn laying on the ground a ways off. Most had grown too weak to
move, but several still have fight in them. "Maybe I am being paranoid," Sean
mused, "But don't tell the Gorn the details just yet. I have this ugly picture
in my mind that they might try to force something if she or the Captain don't
agree to the procedure. Or they might not be satisfied with anything less than
cracking her bones open and squeezing her spleen dry."
"I wasn't planning on telling," Stile agreed. "Bray is a decent enough being but
she is quickly growing weak."
"I'll …" Sean hesitated, his insides a fluttering mess. "Frak it. I'll get
Kiska over here." As Sean started to move off, Stile put a hand on his arm to
stop him. He stared into Sean's eyes with a burning earnestness that brought
the FO up short.
"You have my word as a Texan Sean," Stile swore. "She'll be alright for at
least a few days. So long as the Metrons give up this charade by then and we
get back home, she'll make a full recovery inside of a week."
Sean looked away, grinding his teeth. "We found the damned cure. Surely those
bastards can see that. So unless they aren't worth their word, we ought to be
released soon."
"One would think," Stile agreed. "One would think. Tough to tell with Yankees.
Maybe they just like watching us squirm."
"Or maybe … " Sean dangled the thought several seconds before finishing. "Or
ask yourself this question. If what you desired most was for your neighbors to
keep the racket down, what would be your options?"
Stile had the answer in a blink. "Kill one or the other hooligan right quick or
else get them to sing Kumbaya together. Kiska's sacrifice would sure go a long
way towards making peace. So it makes sense for the Metrons to wait until we've
actually done the deed before letting us go."
***
The thing about not having much time with another species was that it always put
one in danger of badly underestimating them. Stile, for all his experience with
Bray, did not know about certain variations within her species. For if he had
known how some Gorn had a much more developed sense of hearing than average, he
would have taken precautions. Unfortunately for them all, the alien XO, Gilo,
had listened to everything the doctor and first officer had said.
Only a handful of Gorn could be safely treated. Out of over a dozen. But if
the human female they needed to make the cure from were dead, Gilo wondered, how
many more could then be saved? As for the idea of the Metrons waiting out to
see the cure put into effect, that was a leap of faith that was not in Gilo's
nature to take. It was time for action.
"Nurse Ssssaxman," he rasped.
NRPG: Uh oh.


Respectfully Submitted,
Respectfully Submitted,
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