USS Spectre

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Subject: Spectre compile Oct 28-Nov 3 (pt 2)
Spectre compile, Oct 28-Nov 3 (pt2) 

(USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO Rain Anderson - 16.50) 

Rain knew she only had a few minutes before she was confined to the 
containment area. Currently she was interfering with minor equipment but 
once she started to interfere with the lifesaving equipment in sickbay, 
she was putting lives at risk. 

She wanted to do a few things before she was "put away". The doors 
opened and Lono appeared. She looked scared. Rain directed the young 
technician at her side to distribute medical kits. 

"What can I do to help understand and solve this, Rain?" the FO asked 
when she approached. 

"I don't think there is anything we can do now. It's got to the point 
where we are putting the ship in jeopardy and need to be shielded. We 
have a containment area ready. I'm just finishing up." 

(Reply LOno) 

"I feel so useless." Rain said and begun to make her way to the 
containment area. 

=^=Captain to Sickbay, sorry to add to your troubles but the Marines are 
arriving shortly and they all need to be scanned for the, erm, 
infection."=^= 

Rain looked over at Dr Cambridge. "I wish I could hang around and help 
out." She said, regretting deeply that she couldn't. 

Together with Lono, she continued on her way. She looked up and was 
surprised to see a Ferengi, clutching his ears and in obvious pain. 

"I've come to help," he muttered. 

Rain wondered if she had heard right.... he looked like he needed help! 

"Are you sure you are ok?" she asked. 

~Who knew what a nanotechnological node would do to the Ferengi 
four-node brain~ 

The ferengi nodded and Lono commented that he was the new operations 
officer, Gort. 

"Maybe you could have a go at trying to figure out the language 
transmitted to all our electrical equipment. I have recorded some of it 
on the console in main sickbay. It might tell us what is happening 
here." 

(Reply Gort, Lono, Cambridge, any) 
(posted by Wendy Keen) 

(USS Spectre, Sickbay, Kahila Lono, 16:50) 

When Kahila asked Rain if there was something she could do to help in the accumulation of knowledge about the nano infection, she felt keen disappointment when Rain answered: 

"I don't think there is anything we can do now. It's got to the point 
where we are putting the ship in jeopardy and need to be shielded. We 
have a containment area ready. I'm just finishing up." 


~Containment! Of course, it's obvious that is needed.~ Kahila shivered, wrapping her arms around herself for just a moment, then forced herself into a more relaxed stance. She nodded to Rain. "I'll do whatever the medical experts think is best." 


"I feel so useless." Rain said and begun to make her way to the 
containment area. 

Kahila sighed in sympathetic agreement and began to follow Rain. 

Kahila listened to Rain's comment to the CMO, after the Captain's call to sickbay, regarding the incoming marines. 

Rain looked over at Dr Cambridge. "I wish I could hang around and help 
out." 

Then the two made their way to the contamination area. 

(USS Spectre - Contamination Area - Kahila Lono- 1702) 

Kahila forced herself not to let despair show in her expression. ~It looks almost like a prison cell! So bare. Just chairs and a tray of food and water. 
Just the necessities. I'll think of it as an exercise in primitive living.~ 

She realized there would of course be no computer access. So that meant no way to contribute to any work that the crew was doing. And none of the entertainment, distractions that she, and nearly everyone, took for granted. 

Horacio Tyrell was already there, pacing up and down the floor. Kahila thought that if she had to watch him do that for hour after hour she'd find not yelling at him very very difficult! She tried to catch his glance, to offer a supportive smile. But he seemed oblivious to everyone around him. 

Rain took a seat. "Anyone for "I Spy"?" 

Kahila met Rain's gaze, and laughed. "Now that's an attitude I appreciate." She said to the ACMO. 

(reply contaminated inmates, medical staff) 


(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 16.50) 

"Sir? Request permission to leave the bridge and study the effect the 
Nageri mission away team are having on our systems." 

Remae looked over at the Ferengi and nodded, "I'll need you back up here 
as soon as we get confirmation about the planet and Lt L'Tal 
whereabouts." 

(Reply from Gort) 

The CO looked around at the depleted numbers of Senior Officers on his 
Bridge, apart from the ACEO, Ensign Longfellow, everyone else was either 
in Sickbay or doing their Duties. 

"Ensign Longfellow, take the OPS station please, we'll have to try and 
find L'Tal on our own, see if you can scan anything around where we 
think he could be." 

(Reply from Longfellow) 

"Helm, bring us into a low orbit.", ordered Remae as he wanted to try 
and as close as he could to assist the sensors. 

"Mark, can you scan for the Marines why you are at it? I want to make 
sure they have a clear return to the station.", he said and he opened a 
channel to Sickbay. 

"Captain to Sickbay, sorry to add to your troubles but the Marines are 
arriving shortly and they all need to be scanned for the, erm, 
infection.", he said, waiting for acknowledgement and closing the 
channel when he had it. 

(Reply from Gort, Longfellow, Sickbay, Any) 
(Posted by Anthony Keen) 

(USS Spectre: Sickbay - TAC/SC Orde - 16.51) 
Lt. Orde found himself in Sickbay, immediately after his last action. ~And fully armed, too,~ he thought ruefully. Seeing Doctor Cambridge in an full envrio-suit, he spoke up. 
"Doctor, Lt. Orde reporting as ordered." 
(Reply Cambridge, ACMO) 
(Posted by Lenox) 

(USS Spectre, Bridge - OPS Lt Gort - 1652) 

"I'll need you back up here as soon as we get confirmation about the planet 
and Lt L'Tal whereabouts." 

Gort displayed his sharp teeth in a wide grin, "Yes sir." 

The Ferengi was about to tap his comm-badge and call for a replacement for 
the Operations station when the Captain beat him to it: "Ensign Longfellow, 
take the OPS station please, we'll have to try and find L'Tal on our own, 
see if you can scan anything around where we think he could be." 

Gort waited for the engineer to reach his station and gave him a quick run 
down of the current sensor sweeps he was running before heading into the 
turbolift. 

(USS Spectre, Sickbay - OPS Lt Gort - 1655) 

Entering the medical fort Gort was momentarily overwhelmed at the sheer 
volume of movement and noise before him. 

Instinctively reaching to protect his ears the Ferengi immediately recoiled 
in pain as the tricorder he'd been carrying collided with his skull. 

He dropped the sensor, which hit his foot and bounced into the inner 
recesses of the Sickbay. 

Barely controlling his desire to curse, Gort proceeded to hop into Sickbay, 
clutching his injured head and foot. 

"I've come to help," he muttered through clenched teeth. 

(Reply Longfellow iyw, Sickbay, any) 
(Posted by Michael Drake) 


(USS Spectre, Sickbay - OPS Lt Gort - 1653) 

"I've come to help." 

For an instant Gort felt like laughing at the disbelief he saw in the 
Doctor's eyes as she asked, "Are you sure you are ok?" 

Gort merely nodded and gingerly tried to put weight onto his throbbing foot. 

"Maybe you could have a go at trying to figure out the language transmitted 
to all our electrical equipment. I have recorded some of it on the console 
in main sickbay. It might tell us what is happening here." 

Again Gort nodded, and limped into the main sickbay area to find out more 
about this mysterious language. 

"Computer, catalogue each individual symbol within the sample stored on this 
terminal." 

The computer acknowledged the request as the Operations officer located his 
tricorder where it had landed on the floor. 

~And in the meantime, let's see what effect that EM field has on your 
circuits.~ 

(Reply from any) 
(Posted by Michael Drake) 


(USS Spectre, Sickbay - OPS Lt Gort - 1657) 

Gort snapped closed his tricorder, a look of concern crossing his brow. 
"Computer, isolate this console from all main computer pathways until 
further notice. Authorisation code, Gort Alpha Gamma Two Three Five." 

He was ready to tap his comm-badge and report his findings to the Captain 
when the Chief Medical Officer called them all over toward the containment 
bays. 

(USS Spectre, Sickbay - OPS Lt Gort - 1705) 

Gort aimed his tricorder solidly at the gathering of 'infected' crewmembers 
whilst the CMO summed up their situation, his stern countenance more than a 
match for the gravity of the circumstances. 

"..Now, can anyone help me understand what is going on here? Mr Gort, you 
got anything? Rain? Anyone?" 

Gort took a step forward, cleared his throat and gave his report to the 
Doctor. "The EM signature this nanotechnology generates isn't just 
interfering with our technology. As some of you may have noticed when you 
get too near to a console or a PADD there are clear, distinct symbols 
present that may be random but given the clear structuring to them I'd be 
more inclined to say that it's a language of some sort. I've got the 
computer working on translating it." 

He turned to address the 'infected'. "The other thing you should know is 
fairly obvious, but as the nanotechnology expands the field is gaining 
strength. I've been monitoring it for just these last few minutes and I'd 
estimate that you'll overpower the forcefield generators within an hour." 

(Reply from Cambridge, Anderson, any) 
(Posted by Michael Drake) 

(USS Spectre - Contamination Area - ACMO Anderson - 1702) 

Rain looked around their new "home" with a grimace. Someone was 
thoughtful enough to provide four chairs, not comfortable ones, but 
enough to avoid sitting on the floor. There was also a tray of food and 
some water. 

~My kingdom for a replicator~ she thought 

Horacio Tyrell was pacing up and down the floor and Rain was sure she 
could see a worn patch in the carpet already. 

She took a seat. "Anyone for "I Spy"?" 

(Reply Tyrell, Lono, any) 
(Posted by Wendy Keen) 

(USS Spectre - Containment Area - ACMO Anderson - 17.05) 

Rain was trying to come up with a good "I Spy" but it was proving 
difficult as the room they were in was very spartan in its furnishings. 

~C for chair.... C for containment field....C for crazy science 
officer.....~ 

Before she could come up with one, she noticed Cambridge approaching the 
clear forcefield separating the containment area from main sickbay. He 
looked pretty grim. With him were the ferengi, Gort and a number of 
other science officers and researchers. 

"We have been affected by something unknown. By best estimations, 
thanks to Rain, we've got nanotechnology on our hands. We have things 
to combat it. The problem we are running into is that it is found at 
the base of the hind brain. And whatever it is, is growing slowly. And 
affecting equipment. Right now you are shielded on all sides, top and 
bottom." He pointed to the containment units. "In about ten minutes we 
are going to move you to the secure medical bay in shielded units. 
There are more acceptable accommodations there. Our sensor team is 
working on the data right now. I know you have questions, but we need 
to dig a little deeper. We are in a medical emergency and under a 
contamination and hazardous occupancy alert. All officers in Sickbay 
and the Secure Medical Bay are required to wear level 1 hazmat uniforms. 
Reports are to be filed on the five, and the condition our our patients 
and friends is to be monitored at all times by the nurse squad. 
Understood? Good. Now, can anyone help me understand what is going on 
here? Mr. Gort, you got anything? Rain? Anyone?" he said. 

Rain had lots of things to say, but before she could, Gort spoke. 

"The EM signature this nanotechnology generates isn't just interfering 
with our technology. As some of you may have noticed when you get too 
near to a console or a PADD there are clear, distinct symbols present 
that may be random but given the clear structuring to them I'd be more 
inclined to say that it's a language of some sort. I've got the computer 
working on translating it." 

~My thoughts exactly~ 

He turned to address the 'infected'. "The other thing you should know is 
fairly obvious, but as the nanotechnology expands the field is gaining 
strength. I've been monitoring it for just these last few minutes and 
I'd estimate that you'll overpower the forcefield generators within an 
hour." 

~Quicker than I thought, but not unexpected.~ 

Rain was visualising what was happening at the base of her brain, when 
Cambridge spoke again. 

"What if...we slow down the nanotechnology?" he asked. "Suppose, for a 
moment if we chilled the patients to slow the nanotechonology so we can 
further understand this..." Cambridge turned to Gort. "Thoughts?" 

Rain didn't like the sound of being "chilled" but she liked the idea of 
causing a ship-wide electronics failure even less. 

"It might work, but on the other hand their natural functions may be 
inhibiting the spread of the nanotech. By slowing the organics we may be 
giving the technology an advantage and speeding up the reaction we'd 
hoped to decrease." 

He'd been pacing away from the Doctor and chose this moment to turn 
back, "On the other hand, I *can* tell you my best guess as to what will 
happen with we do nothing, so I'd say we don't have much choice." 

"Can you get me a full analysis of the radiation signature coming from 
them? There may be a way to isolate and target the technology. Either 
way I have a very bad feeling about the way it's reaching out and 
implanting something into our hardware - but perhaps that's something 
best discussed more privately, and with the Captain." 

Rain felt totally helpless locked away from the "action" and she felt 
that everyone was talking around her and not to her. She couldn't decide 
whether to cry or get angry. 

(Reply any) 
(Posted by Wendy Keen) 


(USS Spectre, Sickbay - OPS Lt Gort - 1709) 

The Chief Medical Officer absorbed Gort's report with impressive speed, and 
immediately being searching for a way forward. "Suppose, for a moment if we 
chilled the patients to slow the nanotechonology so we can further 
understand this... Thoughts?" 

Gort mulled the idea over in his head before replying to the doctor. "It 
might work, but on the other hand their natural functions may be inhibiting 
the spread of the nanotech. By slowing the organics we may be giving the 
technology an advantage and speeding up the reaction we'd hoped to 
decrease." 

He'd been pacing away from the Doctor and chose this moment to turn back, 
"On the other hand, I *can* tell you my best guess as to what will happen 
with we do nothing, so I'd say we don't have much choice." 

"Can you get me a full analysis of the radiation signature coming from them? 
There may be a way to isolate and target the technology. Either way I have a 
very bad feeling about the way it's reaching out and implanting something 
into our hardware - but perhaps that's something best discussed more 
privately, and with the Captain." 

Gort hoped he'd managed to convey the seriousness of his findings without 
alarming the people within the containment area. His gaze locked with that 
of the CMO he waited for a response. 

(Reply from CMO, any) 
(Posted by Michael Drake) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 17.10) 

"Computer, show me a list of the current infected crewmembers.", said 
Remae looking around at the increasingly barren Bridge. 

The list scrolled by, a few of his officers were on the Contamination 
area, others, working in Sickbay were working on the problems. He'd been 
monitoring the channels in Sickbay and although no one had told him what 
was going on, he knew that Lt Gort's predication of less than an hour 
before the force fields began failing and all their technology was going 
to be vulnerable wasn't one he relished lightly. 

"Ensign Longfellow, get down there and see if you can increase the 
output of the force fields in the Contamination Area, let's see if we 
can buy ourselves some more time. Also, reroute any crucial systems in 
case they fail.", said Remae, effectively ordering his last senior 
officer off the Bridge. 

(Reply from Longfellow) 

The CO took the OPS station from the ACEO, they'd been conducting an 
intensive scan of the area of the planet they suspected to find L'Tal 
and despite what else was going on, he had to keep looking. 

The ACEO had been running a grid by grid scan of the area and Remae 
continued his search pattern, the area was small and it wasn't long 
before the sensors, localised, managed to find some life signs, although 
they were masked, they weren't going to escape a full blown intensive 
scan from a Federation Starship. 

"Computer, analyse these results and report." 

<< One Vulcan, One Romulan and several life signs are indicated >> 

"Perfect.", he said, spinning his head around the Bridge. 

"Crewman, erm.", he said, looking at the young woman next to him on the 
CONN station. 

"Mehlinger.", she said with a heavy accent. 

"You have the Bridge.", he said, looking totally serious and nodding to 
her, he headed off and to Sickbay. 

~ Don't blow the ship up while I am away ~ 

(USS Spectre, Sickbay, CO, Captain Remae - 17.25) 

He walked into the Medical Facility to see several things going on at 
once. 

"Report.", he said, looking at the assembled officers. 

(Reply from All in Sickbay) 
Remae listened to report and progress, his next stop was the 
Contamination Area to check on the officers there. 

"Lt Gort, Lt Cambridge, I can't have the Spectre disabled, not with 
what's going on with the Romulans and who knows what else, if you can't 
find a solution to the possibility of all our systems going offline, I 
want you to prepare a plan to evacuate all infected members of the 
Spectre to the planet below. give yourself enough leeway, I don't want a 
mass panic if we have to follow this plan, understood?" 

The CO looked at both of the Officers as they replied before tapping his 
badge. 

"Ensign Tyrell, can you report to Sickbay, we need you here as soon as 
possible.", he said, before heading away. 

(Reply from Gort, Cambridge, Tyrell, Longfellow, Any) 
(Posted by Anthony Keen)