EXETERRPG: (2 - 0333) ACMO - Ensign Dural Methor Dr. PH

[Todd Holladay]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express 
Day: 2 
Stardate: 2445.12.02

(USS Exeter – Mortuary – ACMO – Ensign Dural Methor Dr.PH – 0333)

It was a pleasant surprise to get a message from the First Officer requesting his medical assistance, obviously a physician of her stature and abilities wouldn’t need him and his abilities specifically. Her surgical skills surpassed his own, by a great margin, and the assistance wasn’t required for anything to do with his specialty. It was good to get some one on one time to speak with anyone from the old Mars group, however the circumstances were less than desirable. She had informed him the reason she called him at such an early hour was the need for an autopsy to be performed on the intelligence officer Tyko Nix. Foul play was suspected, and so regulations and Captain’s order demanded an autopsy be performed. Dural had arrived first and so began setting up the autopsy suite for the arrival of the officer’s remains.

“Good Morning Doctor. My apologies for keeping you, I had hoped that I’d be able to catch up again under better surroundings.” The Commander said walking through the entrance. It was noteworthy that the Commander was one of the very few females that was as tall as Dural.

“None necessary, Commander,” Dural said pleasantly. “With Dr. Vesper on temporary convalescence, your list of accompaniments is shorter than it should be. I am honored you chose me in his stead.” He then turned to less pleasant conversation. “I had just enough time to prepare the area and receive the remains.”

The Commander turned to the body on the table and spoke gently, sadly even. “Oh, Commander. What has happened to you that you end up in here eh? I’m so terribly sorry about all this, but we need to find out what killed you. You have my deepest apologies Commander.”

Dural found how cultures treated their dead macabre but fascinating. The Klingons treat their dead as just an empty shell, and other than a warning shout to the dead that a Klingon warrior is about the arrive, they dispose of the remains in an efficient way. Many humans burry the deceased with stone markers indicating the area so family can return and still honor them for years to come. He had even heard of a species in the Delta Quadrant that sent theirs through a naturally occurring spatial fissure or anomaly believing that they are ushering them to the next consciousness when in reality they were appearing light years away in another system’s planetary rings.

“Everything is prepared Commander, when you’re ready.” Dural stated simply, and left his musings in his head. He prepared several test tubes in a rack for samples Bracken would take per protocol.

She wasted no time. “Computer. Begin recording. For purposes of this autopsy, Leading will be myself, Dr Ailynn Bracken MD FTCS FDCM Commander, and also present Dr Dural Methor MD Ensign Senior Grade. Patient is a 45 year old Bajoran male. No known medical issue at time of death. External examination shows no outward sign of incision or contusion, no trace of hypoxia or cyanosis of extremities.” She pulled back each eyelid. “No petechial hemorrhaging. No defensive wounds to palms of hand, or visible debris under the nails.” She began taking the normal scrapes and sweeps. Under each nail, and swaps at the back of the throat and nasal passages. “Sample analysis and Toxscreen thank you.” She dropped each sample and swab into the tubes that Dural was holding up. After all the samples were placed in their own tube, Dural set the rack down on a nearby table with the inverted caps on a sterile tray. Carfully not touching the rim of the test tubes, the inside of the caps or the tray so that they were all unaltered, Dural placed each cap on it’s designated tube one at a time until they were all capped. 

He placed each tube into separate round slots in the machine which set about scanning all the samples at once. “We should have some answers shortly. Shall we continue?”

(Reply Bracken)
(Posted by Todd) SPC Dr. Dural Methor DrPH







“The only way to defeat fear is to tell it 'No'." No - we will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness. No - we will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts. No - we will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.” - Michael Burnham, Star Trek: Discovery

“No, I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” – Adm. James T. Kirk, “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”

Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ARNG (Retired)

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