Medical Verifications

Posted on Mon Sep 30th, 2019 @ 8:59am by Captain Enalia Telvan & Emergency Medical Hologram (Adam Power) Mk X & Az'Prel & Kodria Mizu & Commander Rita Paris & Lieutenant Commander Thex sh'Zoarhi & Lieutenant Commander Sonak & Ensign Varnok Jahal & Artan Pirate Helev t'Liun
Edited on on Mon Sep 30th, 2019 @ 12:50pm

Mission: Family Detention
Location: Golden Ghost Medbay
Timeline: 2396

As she had promised, Enalia ensured that all of her people had reported directly to the Golden Ghost's medbay for initial check-in and checkups to make sure the vessel had a workup on each of them and that those with disguises and modifications would pass scrutiny. Thus, she found herself face to face with one of the most statuesque people that she had ever met as she was cleared.

"Yes, I assure you, I am actually Captain Enalia Telvan and a joined Trill. You need to make sure you have emergency procedures in place for a symbiont just in case."

"Your condition has been noted. Please stand by and Maenek t'Luin will be with you at her earliest convenience." She wasn't sure if he believed her or not, but he finally made a note of it and moved on.

Enalia just shook her head and walked over to Rita and Sonak who were dealing with their own hard to read Rihannsu. "I've met Vulcans that were easier to read. Then again, in our line of work that's a good trait to have."

"I would have thought they would be more fluid in deception and emotional manipulation, but it's like the prevalent culture is to betray nothing. It's like they emulate the straight face of Vulcans, but only to not give anything away about their emotional states. Rather than lacking emotions, they hide behind stoic masks." Rita paused, shaking her head. "That was from a treatise I now know without having read before, which is odd and crazy and kind of cool I must admit. But the point seems valid- they just seem aloof, or is it me?"

''The assessment is accurate,'' the Vulcan chief science officer answered. ''Which is fortunate for me as I have no capability to even simulate their emotions. Reverting to my pre-Starfleet Kolinarh monk attitude should however allow me to approximate this... aloofness you are referring to, without giving away my true Vulcan heritage.''

Turning him into a Romulan has been the easiest job. He only needed some cosmetic surgery to enhance his brow to the current Rihansuu norm, refrain from exhibiting too much of his higher gravity enhanced strength and that was about it. A few thousand years was not enough to bring forth much physiological differences between the now native Vulcans and the offspring of their long-ago self-exiled dissidents. It would take a competent physician or geneticist to unmask him.

Hearing the conversation Thex wandered over to the group. She'd been reading over her own PaDD of the procedure she'd be getting. Holo emitters implanted just below her antenna to hide them, her hair dyed with a compound to make it brown along with skin augmentation to make her blue skin more Romulan. Then there was the eye and ear modifications she'd have to have done. A lot of work to make a girl from Andor into a faux Romulan. She should ask for a photo to send to her thavan to see the look on his face.

She couldn't help but feel out of place among all her altered crewmates. Still, she had a few minutes before she had to go and get prepped herself. " So how's everyone holding up?" She politely asked her friends.

"The ears are kind of neat," Rita chimed in. "I've always wondered what they were like, and now I know. The hair is distracting, but at least I'm not sweeping it our of my eyes every other minute. Otherwise, I feel pretty much the same, although I suppose I'll have to come up with a uniform and a rank and cover story. But as I recall, we have some time."

"How about you? We could just fit you with a holo-emitter and not bring you down to the planet, Thex. You don't have to go through all of this." The friendly first officer was worried- making blue girls green seemed like a lot of work and pain when it wasn't entirely necessary.

"And all it would take is one random Tal'Shiar intern with a disruption satellite and I pop out of existence and the party's in trouble. I'd rather go through the full measure to minimize chances." Thex replied calmly though inside she was nervous as hell.

''A wise assessment, '' Sonak stated in response. ''I recall one Human figure of state, several centuries ago, saying; you can fool everyone for a time, you can fool some people all the time but you can never ever fool everyone all the time. We should keep this in mind as we proceed with this high-risk operation.''

Looking across the room, Ensign Varnok was tapping his own holographic emitter and muttering to himself, "This does not bode well.

Thinking, It would be so much easier if the surgical alterations were more feasible on his Cardassian anatomy. But with the thick cabling of his neck tendons, which contained multiple blood vessels and nerve clusters, it had been determined to be too risky. And on further thought, he wasn't too sure he liked the idea of being turned into a Romulan, even cosmetically. There was a lot more than water under that bridge.

Turning on the holo emitter that created a remarkably realistic illusion of what he would look like as a Romulan, the young Cardassian looked at himself in a nearby mirror, shook his head in disbelief and immediately turned it off. 

Glancing up at the approaching Romulan nurse, he gave her a small smile when he realized she had been watching him. The young woman had been pleasant and he didn't want to dissuade her kindness with his current conflicted mood. 

Meanwhile, Az'Prel needed no real cosmetics to begin with - her other universe genes already gave her a closely matched DNA and visual profile and she already had a backstory and accent to work off of. She even had a uniform ready. Hence when she walked into the medbay she barely looked out of place, though the Starfleet comm badge did look a bit odd on her Imperial Navy uniform.

As the crewmembers of the Hera talked amongst themselves and the few Rihannsu medical personnel gave them cursory scans, the ships Commander and Master Surgeon, Maenek Helev t'Liun stepped in, her face buried in a PaDD for a moment. 

Reviewing the information, the woman in the Military uniform of a Rihannsu Commander and a short-cropped haircut looked up and around the room taking a mental inventory of the new transfers to her care from the Hera. Spotting the Captain, looking very much the part of a Rihannsu Commander herself with cosmetic alterations already complete, t'Liun stepped over and offered a light bow to the woman who was both a Captain and her Queen as a member of the Artan fleet.

"Jolan'tru, Captain. I thank you again for accommodating my concerns in such a fashion. My medical crew and I are quite adept at serving the needs of many races, as often is required in the fleet, but the more information we have on the unique biological needs of each of the transferred crewmembers, the better we can do our jobs." t'Liun said, a hint of unexpected nervousness in her voice standing before the newly crowned Queen of the Artans.

"Jolan'tru, Maenek. We are in your care for the duration of this mission." Enalia offered a slight bow of her head in greeting - something that she rarely offered to her own Baronesses, let alone one of their captains or crew. It was often taken as a sign of favor or deep trust and that's what she hoped for in this case, even across the racial barriers. After all, she had her family's role to consider as well and she knew everyone aboard would be watching her closely as the newly crowned heir to the Artan throne. "I trust that all arrangements have already been made for billeting and storage of our equipment."

"Ie, Captain." t'Liun replied, getting her nerve back. "Commander Paris has reviewed and approved the crew quarter assignments. Equipment, both personal and mission-specific has been placed appropriately, as has the medical requirements. We have a state-of-the-art symbiont stasis chamber prepared and on standby in the event of any unforeseeable emergencies and I had my staff replicating species-specific plasma and fluids to have on hand. I have also scheduled the remaining surgical procedures required for Master Engineer sh'Zorahi and will be attending that as needed."

Taking a moment, the ships Master Surgeon and Commander turned to the Hera's Chief Engineer, "Master Engineer sh'Zorahi, bed 3 in bay 2 is ready for the rest of your procedure. I will be in to attend you in a moment."

Thex nodded before looking back at her friends. " I'll see you in minute guys. " She said politely before following the Romulan nurse.

"Also," The Medical commander added, returning her attention to Captain Telvan, "My communications officer is scanning to monitor for any transmissions from the subspace comm frequencies provided during your interrogation of the traitors. Thus far, both Warbirds seem to be maintaining transmission silence."

"That's to be expected. I expect their mission to be as secretive as ours is so tracking them down and planning our rescue efforts from this point on will be a race against time as well as stealth." Enalia clasped her hands behind her back and deliberated the issue in her mind a moment. "We might have to see if we have allies in the area as well."

“That would likely be prudent. The Baroness has a number of agents placed on the planet, but none in positions that give them government access and none that can be communicated with directly. They generally send coded briefings off-world with smuggled Kali-Fal and the like.” t’Liun said with a quizzical look on her own face. "Nothing useful in our instance."

As they talked, the doors slid open again and the ship's second-in-command came rushing in with a PaDD in his hand. Looking frantically about the chamber for an instant, his eyes locked on t’Liun. “Riov… uh… Maenek! I apologize for the interruption, but this is urgent!”

Handing the Rihannsu Commander the PaDD, he added, “A secure transmission from the Hera on the emergency sub-space frequency market urgent.”

Looking at the PaDD a second, t’Liun’s eyebrows went up and she looked over to the assemblage of crewmembers from the Hera. “Captain, Commander Paris, this is from your Yeoman Dedjoy. She says it’s a coded message she received from Agent Dox.”

Enalia glanced to her first officer before nodding to the Maenek. "From a master of ciphers to a master of seeing patterns, if she's found a way to slip her captors. Let's hear it then."

On the screen was a fuzzy, dark video image of Jaeih Dox. There were no visual cues of where she was or what her condition was as the only light source in the scene seemed to come from whatever device was recording it.

=^=“I haven’t much time. They are taking Mnhei’sahe to a highly secure Tal’Shiar facility called the Delevhas Compound in the province of Oh'hayo. We are onboard a Warbird called the People’s Will. It was under the command of Mnhei’sahe’s grandmother, the Senator Verelan t’Rul, who was responsible for the initial kidnapping. However, her goals were not… severe enough for High Command, it seems, and the ship and mission been taken over by Commander Dalia Rendal. She has quite the grudge against the Hera regarding the Starbase 336 incident and is actively seeking to pry from my daughter’s mind everything she knows about Protomatter weapons. I have encoded the ship's transponder frequency, course, and ETA to ch’Rihan.”

“I have… escaped from my own cell, but I am not your priority here. Find Mnhei’sahe and I shall find you in the process. You swore to me that you would do everything in your power to protect my daughter from exactly this, Enalia. I shall hold you to that either in this life or the next.”=^=

Then the video went black and the screen, instead, began displaying the data Jaieh mentioned. Transponder codes, The planetary coordinates of the Delevhas Compound and more. As the information came up on the screen, t'Liun had an almost shocked expression as she muttered to herself. "By the Elements, how did she get this message off the ship and we not even pick up a transmission?"

Sonak had been examining the making of the message itself and thus had an answer ready.

''The message was piggybacked within an inconspicuous unsecured transmission band; apparently a navigation signal. The inserted message was too lowkey to be noticeable, especially with state of the art equipment looking for sophisticated covert transmissions, not low band antiquated video signals. Hence the lack of detail and quality... and why it succeeded in reaching us.''

Enalia thought it over a moment before adding to the theory. "Normally, a warbird wouldn't have any unsecured transmissions... But if there's a Senator aboard, they'd have their transponder on just in case. Good thinking, Sonak. Maenek, I assume the Imperial Navy still tunes their engines to blend in with background radiation while cloaked. If so, that's exactly where they've hidden their transponder signals, but she would need access to the bridge..."

Then another thought struck the Artan Queen and a slow grin spread across her face. "That sly fox. I bet she's hiding out on the Senator's personal shuttle. It's the only way she could get access to an identical senate transponder to send a signal they wouldn't notice. I'm pretty sure any other sort of emissions would be noticed."

''A logical assumption, Captain,'' Sonak agreed. ''A video wave can only travel at the speed of light; significantly too slow to have any hope to reach anyone in time, thus judged irrelevant to be checked for. But embedded within a transponder signal, then it is carried through subspace at warp 9.9997, undetected unless specifically looked for.''

"Leave it to Mrs. Dox to give us a fighting chance," Paris added with a grin, shaking her head before looking around at the assembled officers. "From here we craft a plan. We need intelligence on this base they're being taken to, we need a route in and out, we need to be able to time this to make it work then make our getaway without the whole of the Star Empire's fleet on our tails. And we have 4 days to do all that, work it out and make sure we have contingencies for our contingencies."

"What do you say, people- let's go rescue our wayward waylaid shipmates."