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Deacon

*  After going to drop off his personal effects he decides to go get settled in at sickbay.sick bay door opens* "Well, at least someone cleaned up the place."
*EMH appears* "Please state the nature of your emergency...oh, excuse me Capt, I wasn't informed of your arrival..Actually I am never informed of anything"
*Capt* "I wasn't expecting you either. was it you who cleaned this place, or the crew?"  *EMH* "I did of course." "why do you ask?" *Capt* "If the crew did, I could start looking in every cabinet for supplies...my last ship,the Farragut, the crew stocked everything and just threw anything and everything wherever there was an open cabinet. It took me weeks to organize things to Starfleet sickbay basic protocols for inventory.  I guess they never read that every sickbay is the same setup, to facilitate a new Dr., or medic so that they could find things in an emergency on every ship or station." *EMH*" Since you are now here, I welcome you aboard Dr....What was you name sir?" *Capt* "Law,Deacon Law."  
*EMH* " Well, Dr Law, I welcome you aboard, and since my services are no longer needed, I will end my program until you need me further. Good day sir."
*Dr Law goes to the office and picks up a medical   inventory PADD, and starts customizing the interface to his personal preferences.* " This is much bigger than on the Farragut, it will take me a while to get used to this place....Wow, look at the new surgical bed!...I heard that these were updated, but I didn't think they would be outfitting way out here so soon....only the best for space stations"..."
*Dr Law walks over to computer terminal at his desk, and activates*  "Computer, Dr Deacon Law, Chief Medical Officers' personal log.... I have arrived at the space station Starphoenix, and have settled in...I met the EMH,who thankfully inventoried and stocked and organized the sickbay for me...I am getting oriented, then, I need to meet the C.O., and do the military courtesy thing and let him know I am here...I hate that part...Close Personal Log".

(Edited by Deacon Law at 10:15 pm on Jan. 27, 2004)

I am still around...

"Our primary concern is our immediate survival, and that of our patients!!" Deacon states firmly.
"check the next supply locker over, and take the power supplies from the EMH generator...splice a couple of those together and take the rest into the quarrantine room...Move it!!!"
"9of11, take those power cells and couple them with the quarantine field generator control panel...hurry, the bulkheads by the door are giving in to the water pressure!!!!...

** Deacon thinks "Oh s$$t!"...**
**Deacon was just beginning to try to explain that He took an oath to save lives,  and to that end It doesn't state 'how' exactly, when the room filled with screams of pain , and 2 security personnel fireman carrying 2 patients...1 of them not conscious, the other in excruciating pain...**
" Dr TLia, you take the conscious patient over there, (he points to the far side of sickbay where non-treatment beds are located)  and see what you can do for him"...
" You,(points to the security guard with the unconscious patient...bring her over here, and lay her down on this biotable..."
**Deacon can see by the burn marks on her uniform, she has taken quite a jolt from something...**

"Well, Welcome to sickbay...I wish all of my patients would report on their own...I usually have to request the Skipper suspend their duties before they show up."
"I am Dr Deacon Law...everyone usually refers to me as either Deacon, or Doc.." He says as he steps over to greet Mr Smith.
"What is your name and assignment ?...Deacon asks.
"Josua Smith, Chief of communications"...
Deacon replies, "Well, after a few personal health history questions, and a quick scan on the exam table, we will be updated for the next year."
**Joshua Smith replies,"Great, I'm due for a shift in an hour."
"We'll see... if everything checks out, I can probably have you out of here in a few minutes."
**Deacon finds the Chiefs medical records and profile in the in the medical database on his desktop LCARS console.**
"It says here you had contracted the Telaxian flu a few months ago." Deacon states.
Chief Smith replies,"Yes, and after the fevers and nausea went away after the first week, I could almost get out of my bed without assistance."
**Deacon queries," Only two weeks?, wow, your species is well noted for fast recovery from various ailments, but I didn't realize your immune systems were so resilient to viruses."
**Deacon looks at the results of the exam tables tests, and says,"Your CPK enzymes are up a little,but everything else checks out...your elevated enzymes could be the leftover results from the flu, but if you have any breathing problems, or tightness around your heart area, come back and see me ASAP. You don't want the enzymes to get too high and cause oyu to convert to a Telaxian Flu carrier".
**Chief Smith says, "I didn't know males could be carriers, I thought only females could be..."
**Deacon replies," Very few males convert, but it does happen...only when their levels get to a certain point.  Stay away from promiscuous females of any species when you take leave in this sector...Leave should be spent enjoying the places and sights this side of the galaxy has to offer, not laying in bed wishing you had the strength to lift a phaser to you head and pull the trigger."
"Ok ",the chief says, "I'll be less adventurous on my next shore leave. Thanks, see you around the station."
**Deacon closes the LCARS and says "I'll buy you a drink or two at the bar if I see you there."
"Ok, I'll hold you to it!" the Chief replies as he activates the doors and exits, the doors making the barely audible "swooosh" noise of  a new base station.

"Well I hope this water level goes down soon...Where th #### did it come from anyways?  Actually what the #### is going on around here?  I was all ready for an afternoon tea, then 'BAM' all #### breaks loose and here we are with no communications, no electricity, no food...the first thing we learned in survival training was find shelter,then food, then water...it seems we have accomplished the first,the second is not possible, and the third we have in excess...Any suggestions?" Deacon asks...

"Affirmative Admiral....For Pete's sake, would someone give me a briefing as to what the #### is happening?"...Deacon screams...
"With all these power outages, how am I supposed to take care of all these casualties?  I've received 12 separate emergecy coms for casualties arriving....I've got no assistace, the emergency medical hologram is offline,and to top it off, I've got no lights!!!"
**Deacon attemts to attend to the injured man on his table...He can barely make out a figure let alone treat the man...He goes to the emergency weapons locker, breaks the glass, and takes the phaser from within, turns and fires it at the unused XO's desk near  surgical table 1 and continues until  it erupts into flames...**
" I hope nothing important was in there..."Deacon says aloud...
** Deacon runs to his personal effects locker and removes what looks like to be a small black bag, and rushes to the Admirals side.**
" Admiral, can you hear me?" Deacon asks with almost 100% certainty there will be no response.
"Well, Admiral, I guess if I use some of these rudimentary medical devices and Starfleet banned and prohibited medications to save your life, you won't crucify me at a court martial for posession..."
**Deacon takes out a small PADD looking device and turns it on...it makes a slight whirring noise, and Deacon moves this over the unconscious patient...a grimace comes over the Dr's face as he sorts through the bag and grabs what looks similar to a hypo spray,makes a few twists to Adjust dosage? and injects the contents into the patients neck...he takes another scanning device from ythee bag and holds it over the patients chest...he makes a few more twists on the hypo spray device and injects the patient this time in the chest....he takes out a small device turns it on and places it on the patients forehead...it starts glowing a dark red color, and starts a slow pulsing flash...**
" I hope I get the dosages right, I haven't fully had the chance to research the parameters of these drugs yet..." Deacon says aloud.
"This medical stuff smuggled in from a Tersian trader cost me a fortune, but I couldn't resist when he said he'd "obtained" it a medical ship in the Delta Quadrant...I've only had it afew months to run tests, but the results so far are nothing like anyone in the Alpha Quadrant has ever seen.. the healing properties, the regenerative affects...amazing to say the least..." Deacon recalls.
**The trader told him he saw a man who took a direct phaser blast to the chest and pronounced dead 15 minutes later walk out of the ships infirmary on his own accord...The trader watched as 2 people left the small  treatment room empty handed, and when no one was looking, slipped in the door.  He said the only thing in the room besides the normal looking treatment table, was the black bag.  It made it's way into the traders possession.**
**Deacon studied all the known contents, and by themselves, wouldn't be appreciable, but in certain dosages, a certain symbiotic bond took place...this bond, mixed with the unknown ingredients and substances also found within the mixtures, had miraculous properties.**
** The Device that looked similar to a Starfleet diagnostic probe used with a PADD was just that, except it also worked in conjunction with a cortical stimulator type device that monitored and gave "directions" to small nanocytes injected into the patients body. These nanocytes could not only repair damage, but also replicated damaged cells and tissues at a remarkable rate and transmitted their progress through the monitoring device...they could even act independently of it's given instuctions and and repair tissue it "finds" and then continues with it's programming.  After the nanocytes "healing" is completed, most are excreted through normal bodily excretions, but a few stay behind to continue the healing process which aid in rapid recovery.**
**Deacon suspects the healing process in managing a direct phaser blast would be fairly simple since the damaged area is in a confined area...but injuries such as these on his current patient, multiple fractures and damaged organ structures, would indeed take a while longer...The biggest concern besides not being 100% certain about dosages, is the length of time it would take the nanocytes to replicate themselves to a level to treat more than one patient...He suspects the medical ship these devices came from had multiple sets of these tools, so when one was recharging, others could be used, bu that wasn't his case right now, and more patients were on the way...**
**He takes out the phaser and fires at what's left of the glowing desk again...It bursts into flames, and light fills the room...Just at that moment, the emergency fire control sensors release a blinding cloud of cold gas into the room...the desk crumples and the room goes dark...**
**Deacon is trying to locate an emergency PLED (personal light emitting device) when he hears a barely audible groan of "Where am I?" coming from the direction of the surgical table...**
**Deacon locates th PLED and turns it on.**
"Lie still Admiral, you are in the Sickbay...You have to lie still, you have been seriously injured and are being treated." Deacon replies.
"Oh, by the way,  I am Dr. Deacon Law,..I didn't think we'd be meeting under these circumstances".....
**The Admiral drifts off ...unresponsive....."####!"**

(Edited by Deacon Law at 5:20 pm on July 12, 2004)

(Edited by Deacon Law at 4:19 pm on July 20, 2004)

**Deacon thinks, " Dammit people, I'm a doctor, not an Engineer!!!"**
" Someone better figure this thing out, I've got a patient in serious condition, over here another barely hanging on, another in a coma, I don't need drowning victims as well!; especially me!!  If you re-route the power cell to the patient Isolation room, we can move these patients in there and power up the quarantine field to create our own sub-aquatic environment in there for hours if need be. Once that force field goes up, we won't be able to get out unless we cut the power...It has to last until the water subsides So get with it, I'll start moving these patients while you 2 get to work....Make this happen, our lives depend on your expertise"

OFF- All postings from the sickbay will now be located at the USS Lothorien link from the main Starphoenix homepage. (until I can get things back to normal in our own arena!) Please, if you are going to do something like beam people out of their normal location, do so by posting it in their area, not yours...it helps when we are infomed of such transfers and only when we agree to totally change our storylines..thanks

"I agree, this isn't the most opportune time to have a welcoming afternoon tea...I'm afraid the Admiral has taken some very serious injuries...the most concerning  is the electrical shock the admiral received...I have absolutely no idea of the amount of energy dispersed to his body, only that aside from the obvious physical injuries due a fall of considerable height, the Admiral is stable condition.  He became conscious for a brief second, the he lapsed into a coma...I've been monitoring his vital signs with the portable emergency medical equipment, but it doesn't have the diagnostic capabilities of a Bio-table of course...we have more injured coming in, but the whole base is in shambles, we will treat each patient conservatively after they are triaged with the more seriously injured patients over here, and the less injured over by the storage locker area until power is restored... oh, and by the way, my name is Deacon Law, welcome aboard."

**Deacon chimes in as he reaches his ready room,"I would say give them my best, but Dr Xachle here would ask "Best what?"...This exam just takes a few minutes, so you won't be late...We appreciate your coming in on your own behalf,...I hope everyone follows your lead and shows up....thanks."

(Edited by Deacon Law at 5:30 pm on April 18, 2004)

"Well, it looks as if this is turning out to be quite the busy place." Deacon says.**
" Mr Xachle, I suppose the pleasantries will have to wait..."
**Deacon walks over to the visitor, ans says " Good morning, my name is Dr Deacon Law, the medical dept. CO, and this is Dr Xachle, the XO, I don't believe we have had the pleasure."
**Mark White extends a hand,and says," Mark White, Science Officer XO."
**Deacon says " I guess the CO commanding this place is a hardass, we have people actually reporting 'BEFORE' their annuals are due, instead of me doing everything but send a security team to bring them here kicking and screaming..."
**He turns to Xachle, "Remind me to write him a Thank-You note, and send flowers." he jokes.**
" Mr Xachle, Mr Whites annual is your first official assignment. You go ahead and get started, and I will locate his last bio-scan from the transporter logs and send them to the exam tables auto-dictation interface."
** As he is walking towards the physicians ready room Deacon says," Mr White, a pleasure to make your aquaintance, and I leave you in Dr Xachles capable hands."
"Mr Xachle, I am confident you will inform me of any aberrant results."
** The ready room doors swish open and Deacon enters with a little smirk on his face thinking,"This might not be such a bad assignment after all," 

**Deacon replies,"What is it with you Klingons? There are reasons the security protocols are in place...so things like this don't happen."" Every Klingon I have treated in the past 20 years says the same thing, "The holodeck malfunctioned." he scorns."Have a seat over there on the exam table and I'll be right there..."
**Deacon locates a dermal re-generator and a hypo-spray of local anesthetic,and thinks to himself," This one is a little deep.**
"You know I am required to report all injuries to the command adjutant in my weekly briefing," "But I never really was a stickler for rules ." "It's just one more broken spoke on the wheel of buracracy that keeps it from spinning."
**Deacon readies the hypo-spray of anesthetic and and hears a low, "Ggrrrrr."
" Hey look, it's no big deal to me, but if you don't want anesthetic, no problem." Deacon says.
"This cut is just a little deep, and if you squirm while I am fixing it, I might hit the artery you managed to barely miss by 2mm or less."
"Klingons don't squirm.""Just get on with it." Morga warns.
**Deacon chides,**"Ok, but I don't want to have to move you to a surgical table, getting Klingon blood all over the place." "I have important things to attend to, like finishing listening to the 3rd movement of Dargan's Klingon opera of the Chronicles of the 300 year Battles of Tarmac."
**He begins the treatment thinking,"It is absolutely amazing how the pain threshhold of Klingons is 25% more than any species in the known galaxy."**
**The treatment takes about 15 minutes due to the severity of the laceration.**
"Ok, all done, but that scar isn't pretty, it would have looked better if Superman here hadn't moved so much."
**Morga Harf asks, "Who?"
"Never mind. He was an old hero of the 20th century Earth."
"What great battles did he triumph?" Morga Harf asks.
"Uhhh, none really, it is difficult to explain."
"Then he was not a great Earth warrior." "Typical...", and reaches out to grasp wrists with Deacon in classic Klingon  greeting style, and says "Ka Pla."
**He stands to his towering 6'6" full height and leaves Deacon  thinking, "I thank the Gods of Socor I am on "His" side."

"Ok, Let me show you what I know so far."
** Deacon explains the history of the bag and it's contents to Dr T'Lia...He takes out some of the bags contents and told her of the past 'tests' he had conducted not only on himself, but also other 'patients' he had that were pronounced incurable or DEAD!**
**He explained that some of the items when used in concert with each other, would produce a certain effect.  When the same items were used in a different sequence, it would produce a totally different result.  Sometimes in certain combinations, the sequence would produce nothing.  The sequences, when they worked, always produced a positive result, never a negative one, but the difference was the length of time it took to heal certain injuries.  He knew, for instance, a combination that would heal burns, third, even fourth degree with severe nerve and tissue damage, in a matter of hours.  He also knew a combination that would completely heal fractured bones. Another combination, which was the one he was most concerned with at the moment, would totally replace the fluid/electrolyte balance in less than a minute.  He tested this on Rynax 5's desert plains.  Deacon walked into the desert with nothing but the black bag.  Temperatures topped off at 58 degrees celcius during the day, and down to 3 degrees celcius at night.  He stayed in the blistering sun in that desert for 32 days, and didn't even return with a sunburn.  This is why he wasn't too concerned  with the lack of sustenance their current situation dicated.**  
**After the patients had all been treated, he took a sequence for himself and Dr T'Lia. 9 of 11 was a different matter entirely.  This was new groundbreaking trials they were about to embark on...**
" 9 of 11...This of course is not a 'recharge', and I can understand if you refuse the sequence...You can either try this,  and take the chance the sequence could react adversely with your implants, seeing them as 'foreign objects' and rid the body of them as it replaces your fluid electrolyte balance, or wait until it is absolutely nescessary to save your life then, and only then.  I am not certain of exactly what else it does at the same time it rehydrates you.  It does nothing harmful to humans, Vulcans, Bajorans and other bipedal species without artificial implants, but the choice is yours.  No one has come up with a 100% successful way to return a borg with implants back into the original host with all implanted devices completely removed...there is always a residual amount of something left behind...This could possibly be the answer to return you to normal, but not under these uncontrolled circumstances...the choice is yours." Deacon warns.