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Behind the Veil
The Infection Spreads

901 - Senior Staff Quarters <Deck 9> [Gibraltar Station]

These quarters are spacious and comfortable, and of fairly good size. The main room is a rectangle with the door centered across from a bank of tall, straight windows. There is a work station to the left of the doors, with desk and display panels, a maroon swivel chair providing seating. A white sofa, large enough for three, is placed under the windows slightly to the right, facing the door. A small fern sits upon the window ledge, its twin resting upon a smoked glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Twin chairs of the same plush style as the sofa complete the seating arrangement. There is a replicator and table ringed with four chairs to the right, opposite the desk. Left is a door leading to the bedroom. The bed is large enough for two, with maroon comforter and gray pillows. There is a closet and cupboards for the occupant's belongings, and a bathroom that boasts not only a shower but a full tub as well. The carpeting throughout the quarters is cyan trimmed with light gray that matches the wall paneling. Soft lighting comes from panels in the ceiling, and there are twin vertical alert tracers on either side of the door.

Players:
LtJG Winifred Brooks
Cmdr Solvek

An hour passes, and Solvek opens his eyes. His demeanor still shows that he is tired, but the rest seems to have improved his concentration and he turns to Fred, at the terminal. "I apologize. I must have fallen asleep."

<Compin> Omtala says, "Omtala to Commander Solvek."

Brooks looks over and shakes her head. "No problem, hon." She stands and moves to the replicator. "What d'you want to eat? What'll... recharge you?" She pauses as Solvek's compin goes off, and glares at it.

Brooks thinks, "Can't they leave him alone for five damn seconds?"

Solvek whispers, "The duties of the Executive Officer are not finished until he is dead or replaced." He taps his compin and replies.

<Compin> Solvek's voice sounds tired. "Solvek."

Brooks keeps glaring at the compin. Just... glaring.

<Compin> Omtala says, "Are you in a secure location, Commander?"

<Compin> Solvek says, "Define secure, Doctor."

<Compin> Omtala says, "Confidential and potentially embarassing."

<Compin> Solvek sighs. "Yes, I am in such a location. Go ahead."

<Compin> Omtala says, "Two things. First, I've gotten a report that T'lyt is possibly enjoying the septanual benefits of Vulcan biology. As you've discussed the situation with her, I'm sure you have a plan in place to handle that. Second, at your earliest convenience, I'll need to be 'scanned' per the Captain's order."

<Compin> Solvek sighs once again. "Very well, Doctor, I will meet you in Sickbay within the hour. Solvek out."

Brooks puts her hands on her hips. "You are eating first. And I'm coming with you. I can review this stuff down there, too. And when we get back you are going to, at the very least, cuddle with me and let me take your mind off of this entire day. We can discuss comparative humor or something."

Solvek reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose once again. "Very well. What is the quickest and most substantial meal you can replicate? Its culture of origin is of no concern."

Brooks turns to the replicator and orders two chicken, bacon, and artichoke calzones, as well as two glasses of sweet tea. She turns and takes the food over. "You eat it like this." She takes the thing and starts, well, eating.

Solvek mimics Brooks' actions and begins eating. He is relatively silent throughout the meal. He has an expression on his face Brooks would recognize as one of mental concentration.

Brooks finishes her food and her tea and stands, holding out a hand to Solvek. "Shall we? I want you back here as soon as possible. You might want to take some time off tomorrow, if this has been that tiring."

Solvek takes her hand and rises, nodding as he does so. "I believe time off tomorrow may be a very essential thing." He turns to leave.

(Brooks and Solvek leaves the room and go to the turbolift.)

Turbolift [Gibraltar Station]

Circular in shape, this small room is just large enough to hold four, perhaps five average-sized humanoids, if they all got close together. The walls are dark gray paneling with lighter crossbeams on the bottom half, and on the upper half become a series of lighting panels separated by thicker gray crossbeams, arching in toward the domed ceiling above. The floor is carpeted in tan. A panel by the door allows one to access the turbolift's functions.

Players:
Cmdr Solvek
LtJG Brooks
Lt T'Lyt
Civ Danley

When the turbolift doors open... T'Lyt is pressed up against the wall, still scratching bloody welts onto Danley's back with her fingernails. Both are in a state of considerable undress... although it seems nothing 'untoward' has really happened. Yet. The vulcan woman seems completely oblivious to that the lift stopped and its door opened, she's still pawing at the man, panting for air and gasping little cries with each breath.

Solvek lets out a very long sigh, and then, without seeming to think about it, nerve pinches both Danley and T'Lyt.

Danley's eyes roll up in his head as his body collapses to the floor, dropping T'Lyt.

Brooks gasps as she steps in. "Oh, come on, transport to the damn holodeck or something..." She watches them collapse and shakes her head. "Sickbay?"

T'Lyt lets out a whimpering sort of cry, then goes limp.

Solvek shakes his head. "No. Computer, emergency transport T'Lyt and Danley to Room 1800."

The two disappear in transporter shimmers.

Brooks blinks slowly and says in a very small voice, "Solvek... is that what... it's always..."

Solvek rubs at his right temple. "Essentially, yes. The plak'tow is an uncontrollable force which takes over the Vulcan psyche and causes very animalistic behavior. However, it must be noted that females of my race tend to experience the ferocity in greater degrees. If the pon farr is expected and taken care of before the full onset of blood fever, the effects are lessened." He turns around. "Deck 16." He looks to Brooks as the turbolift starts to move. "Upon the onset of my pon farr, the bond that we will have will push you into a similar state, therefore allowing you to match my condition."

Brooks nods slowly. "Oh. Right."

(The camera follows the officers out of the lift and into Sickbay.)

Main Sickbay <Deck 16> [Gibraltar Station]

The Main Patient Ward of Sickbay is an ovular room, wider at the aft than at the fore. The main door is in the aft wall, and directly to its right is a wall unit with receptacle for PADDs and a low counter upon which are arrayed fluid suspension modules. Against the starboard wall, next to the counter and receptacle, is the first of four biobeds, each in its own tiny alcove, heads to starboard, one by one to the aft wall. The biobeds are bluish gray, with a shimmering multicolored blanket on each which can keep a patient warm when necessary. At the head of each bed is a small monitor and a gray chair sits to the left, or aft, of each bed. To port of the main door is a large white display panel, beneath which is a counter supporting a variety of medical instruments. In the center of the room is a single biobed, bluish gray like the others, with that same blanket, but boasting a surgical support frame that creates an arch over the middle of the bed. The frame can be opened to allow patients to be moved if need be. Port, there is an alcove leading to an office and the Med Lab. Fore of this is a large bio display which can show the readouts of any patient in the ward. Fore again, there is a door leading to the Second Ward, next to which is a small utility cart and another counter with fluid suspension modules beneath a wall receptacle. The room is lit both by a large assembly over the central bed, which is in actually a sensor cluster meant to aid medical procedures, and also by lighting panels in the rest of the ceiling. Alert tracers line the wall above each biobed.

Players:
Cmdr Solvek
LtJG Winifred Brooks
Cmdr Katheran Omtala

Omtala steps out of her office at the chime and glances to Brooks. "Ahh. Didn't realize you had company, Commander. Ordinarily, I'd tell you it could wait but... it really shouldn't. Unfortunately."

Solvek hangs his head a bit. "I must apologize, Doctor, but my fiancee has decided to accompany me due to the upsetting nature of this day."

Brooks folds her arms across her chest. "I'm keeping an eye on him. Whatever this is is important, but I ain't letting him walk back up alone. He might fall over." She points to a corner with the PADD in one hand. "I'll be over there." And she goes to sit in the corner, with her PADD, oblivious to the world.

Solvek adds, "You were not interrupting anything, Doctor. Fred and I share quarters now."

Omtala ahhs. "Well. Congratulations then. Again. To you both." Her eyes shift between them and settle on Solvek. "So. Where is best for this... procedure."

Brooks settles in and just... reads.

"Anywhere. Somewhere comfortable would be most preferred in my current state." Solvek looks about.

Omtala ahhs. "Hmm. Well. I could arrange an adjoining biobed and gurney?"

Solvek nods. "That would be acceptable."

Omtala moves over to a storage locker where such archaic things are kept in the event of major everything outages and extends its collapsing legs once she's wrangled it to a bedside. "Never thought I'd use one of these... come to think of it I'm still not. Not really." She gets up on the biobed seeing as she's the patient with readings to monitor.

Danley steps into the Sickbay with a bit of a limp and a black eye.

Solvek's eyes shift to the doors as Danley enters. He shrugs and steps to one side of the biobed. He places a splayed hand on the side of Omtala's face and leans in, whispering the ritual words.

Brooks sits in a corner, hunched over a PADD.

Danley limps over to Brooks and sits down. As he speaks it's obvious he's having a slight issue breathing as well, "You... so.... owe me..."

Brooks looks up at Danley, blinking over her glasses. "Huh? Oh. Ed. Hi. What's up?"

Omtala knows that step... and that voice. A limp? A small smile creeps onto her face. "I'll be with you in a moment, Mister Danley. Just obeying the captain's orders."

Danley shakes his head, "I'm not sure what happened. One minute I'm talking to your sister. Next thing I know I'm getting thrown out of her quarters with my clothes in shreds. . . you. . . so . . . owe me.

Brooks shakes her head at Danley. "Shhh... they're busy. Look, this is kinda private... if you want to talk we should step out for a minute or something."

Danley nods and stands up as he limps for the door.

Brooks stands, leaving the PADD on her chair, evidently intending to come back.

(We follow the two out into the corridor.)

Corridor <Deck 16> [Gibraltar Station]

This corridor is octagonal in shape, the walls rising at a slight angle to the floor before staying straight for a time and then angling back in toward the ceiling. The corridor curves slightly, the ends going out of sight. The walls are made of light gray paneling, between which horizontal alert tracers run. Behind the panels are access junctions and emergency supplies. Occasionally there is a large readout panel set into the wall, which provides information on the base and where facilities are located. Doors are set into the corridor regularly, each sitting back in its own alcove rimmed with tan bulkheads that make ribs in the corridor. At the bottom of the walls and along the ceiling are lighting panels. The floor is carpeted in a gray runner trimmed with light tan.

Players:
Civ Ed Danley
LtJG Winifred Brooks

Danley glaces up and down the hallway as he steps back a bit giving Brooks some room.

Brooks steps outside the doors to Sickbay and pinches the bridge of her nose. "What an awful, awful day. I'm sorry you got beat up."

Danley takes a couple of steps closer to Fred, "Ehh, all in the line of duty you know. Maybe I could help ya improve your day though."

Brooks raises her eyebrows. "Oh? You got some magical stress relieving drink back at your bar? Besides alcohol..."

Danley slowly enters Fred's personal space and places his hand on the wall behind her as he leans in, "Well, I don't know if it's magical... But I've got something you could drink sure."

Brooks peers at Danley, frowning. Her entire body stiffens as if she's going on the defensive. "What're you talking about?"

Danley reaches out with his other hand and tries to stroke Brook's hair, "Oh come on. You know excatly what I'm talking about. I took care of T'Lyt for you. You should return the favor. Solvek's going to be a while. He'd never know."

Brooks reaches out to grab Danley's hand and pull it away. "Took care of her for me?" She shakes her head and attempts to duck out, to move past Danley. "You're drunk or something..."

Danley glances down as Brooks grabs his hand to pull it away. Rolling his wrist against her thumb he quickly reverses the grab so he has control of that arm. Pushing off the wall with his other hand he attempts to cover her mouth with his other hand as he leans in close to her ear, "I'm not drunk. I'm just tired of running your holodeck program. I'm ready for the real thing. Now are you going to be nice? Or am I going to enjoy this even more?"

Brooks's eyes widen and she immediately starts to struggle, and scream behind the hand, eyes slamming shut. Hell, someone coming down the hall's got to notice.

Danley quickly pulls his hand away from her mouth as he backhands her across the face before returning the hand to her mouth, "Shut up and be still. You don't want me to permanently damage you do ya? Hurt you where you can't have children? Solvak wouldn't want you then."

Brooks isn't about to shut up or be still. Her eyebrows draw down and it's clear she's more angry than frightened. The anger's rolling off of her in waves, in fact. She brings a leg up to try and hit Danley... well, in a senstitive area.

Danley releases Brooks as the knee hits home. Crumbling down to a new he pulls out his phaser and aims it at the science office, "You're going to pay for that bitch."

Brooks scrambles away, toward the door to Sickbay, as Danley fires the phaser. He hits her in the leg, which causes her to stumble and cry out... but she keeps trying to move away.

Danley smirks, "Computer, Emergency beam out Brooks and Danley to room 4500 then seal said room with security force field. Authorization Danley delta 0216076 excalibur.

Brooks grabs her compin as Danley says this and throws it down the hall.

Brooks is bathed in a bright light as a high pitched whine can be heard. As the light begins to fade in a shard of sparkles so does Brooks.

4500 - Civilian Quarters <Deck 45> [Gibraltar Station]

These quarters are spacious and comfortable, and of fairly good size. The main room is a rectangle with the door centered across from a bank of tall, straight windows. A white sofa, large enough for three, is placed under the windows slightly to the left, facing the door. A small fern rests on the window ledge, its twin resting upon a smoked glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Twin chairs of the same plush style as the sofa complete the seating arrangement. There is a replicator and table ringed with four chairs to the left of the doors. Right is the door leading to the bedroom. Several small stonework statues of gargoyles in various poses line the window ledge, The most prominently displayed one is of a very egotistical looking gargoyle with his hand on his chest. If one could hear him speak surely the words would be something along the lines of 'Well, in /MY/ opinion...'. Soft lighting comes from panels in the ceiling, and there are twin vertical alert tracers on either side of the door.

Players:
Civ Ed Danley
LtJG Winifred Brooks

Brooks watches her compin fall to the floor and shouts at it, "You stupid thing, you can't help me just this once?!?"

Danley shakes his head as he backs out of striking distance, "Now, are we going to continue this fight? Or are you going to get undressed?"

Brooks pulls herself to her feet. "You're crazy, you know that? You do this, and you'll get thrown in the brig... kill me and you'll get thrown in the brig. I ain't undressing and I sure as hell ain't gonna stop resisting. I killed the last two men that did this to me. Feel like being the third?" This is no Fred Danley's ever seen. This Fred is in an easy crouch, backing away on the balls of her feet, eyes darting for weapons.

A look of reason comes back into Danley's eyes followed by a look of dread. Looking down at his hand he shudders a bit and sets the phaser down on the floor then slides it over to Brooks, "Oh god Fred... I'm sorry. I don't know what... I would never... Computer disengage security force field. I'm... so sorry..."

Brooks stays in the half-crouch, peering at Danley. "What's wrong with you?" She's examining him like he's some strange sort of animal she's never seen before.

Danley shakes his head, "I... I don't know. I was just coming to Sickbay to get looked at... and then... next thing I know... I'm attacking you." Looking around the room he shudders again, "Oh Lord... this is the last place you want to be. I've got weapons hidden all over the place in here."

Brooks nods and gestures with her head. "I know. At least a couple I can tell." She shrugs, slowly relaxing. "You're probably... infected. With that thing. Why you'd want to..." She shakes her head. "It's moving faster, now, I think. Making people do things they'd never do except in the darkest corners of their minds. Maybe not even then." She's being analytical, almost Vulcan, rather than panicky or anything else. "You should beam to Sickbay, Ed."

Danley says, "Computer, Recind Danley authorization until reinstated by either Slovek or Hawkins. Medical emergency. 1 to beam to sickbay."

Danley is bathed in a bright light as a high pitched whine can be heard. As the light begins to fade in a shard of sparkles so does Danley.

(The two transport back to Sickbay.)

Danley appears crouched on the floor trembling a bit.

Brooks is straightening from a crouch, her compin materializing on the floor near her. She immediately starts looking around. "Nurse? Anybody?"

Danley stands and tries to avoid getting near anyone as heads over to a biobed, "You all are going to want to put the restrains on me too."

Brooks finds a nurse and says, "I think Danley's been infected... you'll want to check him, and clean that thing out if it's there."

Danley lies down on the bed and tries to relax--that is until the nurse comes over to apply the restraints and suddenly all sense of reason is gone. Sitting up a bit Danley reaches out for the nurse, "Well aren't you a cute one?"

The nurse punches the restraint button and dances backwards.

As the restraints come across Danley and pull him down to the bed he begins to wildly thrash trying to break free, "You bitch! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE. AND YOUR CHILDREN. AND YOUR DOG."

Brooks watches this with a sigh. "Oh, just sedate him," she says. "And we can clear the damn thing out and he'll be fine." Way, way blase.

The nurse nods to Brooks and retrieves a hypospray and jams it in harder than normal to Danley's neck.

Danley yells, "BITCH! I'M Goin..." and then softly snores.

Brooks shakes her head. "It ain't his fault. That program's moving faster now, I think. It might've sensed we're trying to foil it, or something. He'll be fine once it's gone." And with that, calmly, she goes back to her PADD.

Solvek pulls away from Omtala, finally, and staggers a bit, turning to lie down on the gurney beside the biobed. Perhaps 'fall' would be a better term.

Brooks looks up from her PADD and stands, walking over to look down at Solvek. "How are you feeling?"

Omtala blinks several times, staring up at the ceiling before turning her head to regard Solvek with a softened curiosity. Sitting up, she looks to Brooks. "I'll authorize a site to site. Go meet him in your room. He needs to rest." Her voice is steady, calm, almost serene. A hand trails to his shoulder where it gives him a gentle squeeze.

Brooks looks to Omtala. "Thank you." She nods once and waits for the transport.

Omtala taps her combadge. "Omtala to transporter room two. Medical authorization granted for site to site. Commander Solvek to his assigned quarters, if you could please." She looks to Brooks. "Make sure he eats, hydrates and gets plenty of rest. I don't want to see him tomorrow. Anywhere."

Solvek is bathed in a bright light as a high pitched whine can be heard. As the light begins to fade in a shard of sparkles so does Solvek.

Brooks nods firmly. "I'd already planned to do so. And I fed him before he came up here. He'll be fine, Doctor." She turns to leave.

Omtala smiles faintly as she watches the devoted woman depart medical. "I'm sure he will be."

We open on a darkened bedroom. The form of Commander Solvek lies in his bed, sleeping. The camera focuses in on him and Solvek's eyes slowly open.

Solvek sits up and looks about the room. As he stands, he calls, "Lights, low," and then walks to his closet. After a moment the scene shifts and he emerges into the main area of the quarters wearing his typical robes.

Brooks is curled up on the couch in civilian clothing, reading a PADD. It's her typical t-shirt-and-shorts ensemble, with bare feet. As the bedroom door opens she looks up and smiles, uncurling herself and setting down the PADD as she walks over. "Hey, hon. How're you feeling?"

Solvek looks about the room, noticing that not much has changed since Fred moved in. "My physical state would be best described as 'refreshed.' I thank you for your patience as I slept." He casually kisses Fred and then motions toward the couch. "Please, let us sit and talk."

Brooks returns the kiss, moving toward the replicator first. "It's been almost 15 hours since you last ate... you need to eat something. And drink something. What d'you want?"

Solvek sits on the couch. "A chicken sandwich and some of your 'sweet tea' will be sufficient, I believe." He studies her for a moment, as if considering something, but does not act.

Brooks calls up what Solvek asked for, as well as another sweet tea and a chicken ceasar salad. She takes the food over to the couch and hands Solvek's over as she sits down. "Slept well, then? That's good. I've been busy making sure all the holes get filled." She starts in on her food.

"I assume you are refering to the Science department," Solvek replies. "Were Lieutenant Alexandria's management capabilities that lacking?" He still seems to be studying something in Fred's mannerisms.

Brooks shakes her head. "Except in the morale and social cohesion of the department, not at all. But with her and M'train gone I had to fill both Asst. CSci and the Garden Supervisory position, and I'm filling in Cartography with the Maelstrom team." She shrugs. "You've got messages. Which you ain't reading until tomorrow, by order of me and Doctor Omtala."

Solvek quirks an eyebrow. "I was unaware that the chain of command placed a Lieutenant JG above a Commander. However, I will abide by your command and do no work until my next duty shift."

Brooks looks over to Solvek, smiles, and reaches out to place a finger on his nose. "I'm your fiancee, and soon I'll be your wife. That means I outrank everyone when it comes to you. The same goes in reverse, of course." She has a point--unless otherwise stated, spouses are assumed to have right of attorney, approve medical procedures when the person cannot, etc.

Solvek nods. "Of course." He takes a bite of his sandwich. "I take it you were able to read my report file while I was melded with Omtala."

Brooks shrugs. "Not really. Got distracted." She goes on eating her salad.

"Distracted in what manner?" Solvek asks, continuing to study Fred.

"Danley tried to rape me. I got away. No big deal." Fred says this nonchalantly, like it's nothing. "He's infected. Needs to be cleaned. They might've taken care of it by now, come to think of it."

Solvek's eyes narrow. "He..." He tilts his head. "I see. Were you harmed in any way?"

Brooks shrugs, picking up her glass. "He hit me... but I had the nurses remove the bruise. I'm more worried about that program. It's clearly mutating. Anyhow, it's no worry of yours, really, unless... well, I suppose not many people can be let into his head."

"You bring up a valid point with Danley's confidentiality. I will go see to it that he is... cleansed." Solvek stands and, leaving his half-eaten sandwich and glass of tea, heads for the door.

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