Missing Crewman

Posted on Sun Feb 2nd, 2025 @ 1:08am by Captain Tyler Driskill & Lieutenant Nixie Wilde & Lieutenant Roan Gaeta & Lieutenant JG Freya Walker & Lieutenant Commander Gulati & Gr'Thor

1,196 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Mission 3 - Discord of the Mind

Walker was followed by Gr'Thor. She went to the Captain's Office.

The Captain had been rather busy this morning and wondered who was ringing the chime and what they could want. "Come in" he called out from his desk but didn't get up.

She entered, "Captain. Have we found Kor yet?"

"No we haven't" Tyler said with a raised eyebrow wondering if the Lieutenant had any information or ideas.

Walker looked at the Captain, "Other crew are making sure the dog is fed. He double tapped his comm. He asked for help while fighting. He had just gotten off a double. He is probably one of the better fighters on board. Off a double, that is rough on anyone. Did we check the transport logs? The buffer and secondary buffer? There was was a doctor when I first graduated Starfleet. He kept his daughter in the buffer."

"I'm glad Gr'Thor is being well cared for" Driskill replied with a smile "I have put Lieutenant Wilde in charge of the investigation." Pausing for a second the Captain summoned a few officers "Lieutenant Wilde and Commander Gulati please join me in my ready room" he figured they were on the bridge and it wouldn't take but a few seconds to join them.

Walker went to the replicator and made a cup of tea. She placed it in front of the Captain. "Special Tea. To help you relax.". Walker loved Herbalism and natural remedies.

Gr'Thor just sat there. He didn't search the room for weapons or try and get treats. This could be explained by him being sad.

“Thank you” Tyler said politely with a smile.

Nixie arrived alongside Gulati, her expression cool and body coiled tight. She was making a successful effort to keep her feelings carefully held back behind the stony expression...feelings which mostly consisted of fatigue, frustration and anger considering everything that had occurred in recent days.

Walker wasn't wearing her Hammer necklace or wearing her cricket phaser and combat knife. She was always wearing them. "Gr'Thor is worried about his owner." She waited on the Captain's tea to take effect. It was ipacec and magnesium citrate.

Captain Driskill was enjoying his tea and the conversation with his ships counselor and advisor. “I appreciate the tea and the conversation, Lieutenant.”

Gulati had arrived with Nixie, both summoned there by Captain Driskill, finding Freya Walker present. "I assure you that Gr'Thor is not alone in missing them" stated the Benzite. She looked at the Captain. "You look ill, Captain" commented Gulati.

It hit Tyler like a ton of bricks and he found a vase, tossed the flowers on the floor and let out the contents of his stomach.

The Walker Doppelganger grinned as the Captain's Stomach Contents Evacuated his bowels via both directions. "Captain, are you okay?"

"What did you give him?" Gulati stated firmly looking at Freya. She was suspicious given the Captain feeling ill, and Freya's presence before she or Nixie arrived. The Benzite was waiting for a response, but already calculating her next move.

The changeling burbled, "Something for his stomach. He is under so much stress."

The Real Walker commed, "Walker to Wilde."

Gr'Thor jumped on Gulati from behind. He turned to changeling goo and went through the ventilation system.

The changeling turned to the replicator and squeezed the interface to the Jeffries tube. As the last bit slipped through the crevice.

Nixie slapped her commbadge, delivering crisp orders for forcefields to be erected around the immediate area, encompassing the Ready Room and beyond to behind the wall, allowing some room for travel but essentially creating a cube shaped seal. Changelings couldn't be detected, but they were at the mercy of forcefields in the exact same way solids were. Her next priority was the Captain. She examined him with cool features but concern in her eyes. He was clearly breathing, if in distress. "Sickbay, be ready to receive the Captain, we suspect some kind of poison or toxin," she nodded to Gulati before ordering the site to site transport of the Captain.

This is the second time that thing has used the replicator or a beverage as a means of attack or a ruse" commented Gulati. "I want all food and beverage replicators offline until further notice. The previous time was a coffee mug that the Captain nearly consumed."

Nixie nodded sharply in response, her heart thudding quicker in her chest as she put the order through for all replicators to be taken offline. She pushed herself back to stand, her hands on her hips as she shook her head, jaw tense. "For now, it should be confined within those forcefields. Now, we need to work out the best way to isolate it quickly."

"Don't underestimate it's resourcefulness" Gulati said in a brisk manner. "Force fields, containment fields. You are delaying it with obstacles at best. I agree though that we need to act quickly. It will find a way around your obstacles, and when it does, it will want to settle the score."



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:: Sickbay ::

Captain Driskill had been beamed to sickbay still vomiting in the vase he had grabbed and still confused and feeling very vulnerable. This changeling had cost them so much already and he was tired of it. You could hear the sound of him vomiting in in the main area of sickbay and moaning in pain.

Roan frowned as he moved to take the Captain's arm and sit him on the biobed. "Easy," he said, watching him. "What happened?" the question might have seem stupid, but he wanted to keep Driskill talking. He reached to touch his cheek and then forehead, to feel the clamminess of his skin, the pulse beating hard against his hand. He tilted Driskill's head up, watching how his eyes reacted to the light. Sluggish. He couldn't see any contact points for anything else, and if it was exposure to some toxin he suspected the others would be experiencing symptoms. It was the bitter scent of the vomit that helped make his decision. Bitter, but with a hint of something sickly sweet. Poison. Most likely ingested with a delay to it. He took the medical tricorder, scanning him.

Driskill was holding his abdominal area “it slipped something in my drink.”

Roan nodded as he looked at the results, grabbing a few hypos. "We'll get you sorted, Captain," he promised, pushing the first hypo to his neck. He got his vitals up on the biobed to keep an eye, giving more hypos to counteract what he had been slipped.

“Thanks doc” the Captain replied with a weak tone and smile.

Roan got to work, stabilising the Captain's symptoms, and also making sure that the antidotes were working. "You should rest for a bit, Captain," he said, and the tone of voice made it clear it was not a suggestion.

The Captain knew he would have to comply but he would need to get to the bridge by the time they got to the asteroid field, which would be two days from now. "Thank you doctor, I'll be in my quarters" he gave a nod and got up and left sickbay to go to his quarters.

 

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