Brett:
 Summary: The Delphyne orbits Corialis III, now populated by, as reported by
the away team, zombies.  The away team has docked at the freighter SS Panama
City, where they hope to use its medical facilities to cure Dr. Llewellyn,
bitten by a zombie.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission - "The Corialis Incident - Part 5" >>>>

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  :: On the SS Panama City, keeping an eye out for anything
unusual, phaser at the ready. ::

Brett:
 Action: The team creeps slowly through the abandoned freighter, the creaks
of the old ship adding to the eerie feeling.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::with PADD in one hand and phaser in the other goes down the cooridor with
the group:: CTO: At 30 meters turn right...

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> ::keeps the tricorder scanning for anything that is not them
coming their way, but in particular the parasites::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::walking with the crew, he gets into his med pack and injects him self with
a fever reducer which he hopes will help::

Brett:
 Action: As the team turns the corner, they see signs of a fight.  Scorch marks
on the walls, and several spatters of blood.  Looking down, they see a dark
blood trail leading into a door to the left...something appears to have been
dragged that way.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::tries not to think about what dragged what::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: Can you see the blood trail, sir?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> All: One of the parasites is beyond that door.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 Sorran: Scan that room... tell me the layout and be quick about it... ::hushed
tone and tries to stop everyone before they get to the door::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::feels a little better as the medication works, stops when he sees Syrna
motions::

XO_Mash`ev:
 :: Keeping a phaser trained on the door, moves silently and slowly forward. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods at the CTO her face grave::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> CSO: It is a square room 10 x 10 meters.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 SO: Where is the parasite in relation to the door?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> CSO: Three meters and stationary.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: SO_Sorran: Isn't there another one on board somewhere?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::has the CTO look at the room scan:: CTO: Do you think you can get this thing
and kill it?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Without risking injury to the rest of us?

Brett:
 Action: Sorran's tricorder 'bleeps' as the parasite begins moving toward
the door. The team can hear the heavy footfalls from inside as they thump
on the deck plating.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: I believe it is coming this way, ::listens to the footballs::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: Back off... ::but looks at the CTO expectantly::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::starts trying to get every one to increase their distance from the door::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::backs away, wondering what else could happend to him::  CSO: It would be
nice to be able to capture one of the large parsites for study.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Certainly... if it will not risk injury to the crew.... :: is concerned ::

Brett:
 Action: The door thumps as a body bumps against it.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse> CSO: It's too close to the door. I recommend ....
::hears thump against door::  .... backing up.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Since it is coming this way should all.... ::pauses as she hears the
thump::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: Sounds like there is more of our walking friends inside there

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: That is certain.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Alright... let us hurry past... it does not seem to be able to operate
the door.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: Aye...  ::turns back toward the path to the
Medical Bay ::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::his head starts to pound as a headache begains, he genently rumbs his
temples::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: We need to hurry, I am getting worse,  My head is starting to pound,
and I won't be able to control my fever with drugs much longer.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Have you considered my idea of a mind meld?

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO:  I am still thinking about it

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Indeed. ::hurries everyone past::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: The window of opportunity for it is closing as you go further into
your state.

Brett:
 INFO: The away team moves away from the door, down the hallway toward the
ship's sickbay.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  :: Continues to be on guard as they move deeper into
the ship. ::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: Lets get to sickbay first, and I will decide there.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods::

Brett:
 Action: The party comes to a closed door in a bulkhead that bisects their
path.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> ::scans beyond the door::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  :: Looks expectantly to the CSO. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> All: I detect no parasites beyond the door.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Open it.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: Aye. ::opens bulkhead door::

Brett:
 Action: A bloody human, wearing a freighter crew jumpsuit is standing
against the door.  He topples forward onto the CTO.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::feels horrible for the devasation and loss of life, though her face does
not show it::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  ::steps back quickly::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::raises his phaser and fires at the man:: CSO: He is long dead, don't
feel bad

Brett:
 Action: The body collapses to the deck with a wet thump.  You can see he
has suffered terrible head trauma as well as numerous lascerations to his
extremities.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: We cannot tarry here... move out.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: Aye.. ::wondering if Vulcans are really that cold
and unfeeling::

Brett:
 INFO: The corridor ahead looks like the scene of some sort of battle. Carbon
scoring on the surfaces, blood spashes and a pile of ash and "debris" which
was likely a life form at one point before being mostly disintegrated.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  ::Surveys the battle to try and get any useful
information before leading the party on towards the Sick Bay. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: Sickbay is just around the corner.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::moves with the CSO, walking around the body in the floor::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> ::also steps around the body::

Brett:
 Action: Moving carefully, the party arrives outside sickbay.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 SO: Scan the interior

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> ::scans sickbay::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  ::prepares to enter sickbay::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran>: All: There is another parasite within... several meters from
the door.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Rush it and shoot it at highest setting.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: Everyone else.. back away

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: Aye!  ::adjusts phaser setting, opens sick bay
door, rushes in, aims, and fires. ::

Brett:
 Action: The door opens on a horror scene: The small room, with its two
biobeds, is lit by one flickering light, the other broken.  Four bodies lie
strewn about the chamber, blood and medical debris every where.  Blood has
splashed the walls and equipment.

Brett:
 INFO: Two of the bodies are dressed as colonists, while the remaining two
appear to be freighter crew.  One colonist lies on a bed, while the other
three lie nearly atop one another on the floor.

Brett:
 Action: The CTO's shot disintegrates the colonist on the bio-bed, along with
most of the bed itself.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::moves back about 5 meters, takes her phaser to highest setting and prepares
to fire at anything that comes through that door without a starfleet uniform::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: ::Takes stock of the situation, checking for movement. ::

Brett:
 Action: Suddenly, the other colonist sits up from the floor and, quite
amazingly, flings the freighter crewman's body atop it at the CTO.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: ::Attempts to dodge and get a clear shot at the moving
body - but won't shoot blindly. ::

Brett:
 Action: The CTO takes a glancing blow from the heavy body which lands with
a meaty thump againt the wall.  As Running Horse straightens up he sees the
colonist rise, its body moving jerkily and without regard for normal muscular
limitation.  It lurches at the CTO, bloody arms extending.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::hearing the commotion inside, quietly keeps her thoughts guarded from the
Betazoid next to her thinking he may well be right... the Delphyne would have
been a safer place... but then again... ::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  :: Aims at bloody colonist, fires phaser. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::swiftly decides to take action and moves up to the doorway::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::can't get a clear shoot around the CTO, so holds his fire:: CSO: I suggest
we make our leave.

Brett:
 Action: With barely a meter to spare, the phaser beam hits the colonist and
it disintegrates, falling to a pile of ash at the CTO's feet.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: No... we help the CTO.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: I meant with the CTO

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Lets try to quickly assess the situation here... if need be we can get the Delphyne to beam us on board quickly

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: I believe I got him.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Good work. ::steps inside, acting as if this is not effecting her::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::sets his phaser to high, and looks around the room::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::steps in behind the CSO, with the TO and MO standing behind him::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Can you medically scan these bodies and determine if the parasites are
in them?

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::scans the bodies for the parasites::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: I have suddenly developed a new theory as to why the two we saw on sensors
were large... perhaps they get that way over time. That means these bodies are at
risk for having the microbes in them.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: ::Steps back and keeps an eye out for any other surprises.::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: I would like to suggest we destroy these bodies. Do you have any objections?

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::raises phaser, standing a good distance from the body:: All: This one is
infected, the other isn't.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Destroy it.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::fires at the infected body::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Lock the door.

Brett:
 Action: The body disintegrates.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>:  ::Prepares to destroy the body but sees that he doesn't
have to any longer. ::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: Aye. ::Closes and locks the door.::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: The other body is uninfected. However, it appears to have severe cranial
trauma, or a crushed skull

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks at the Doctor now, knowing he is the only thing that remains infected
in this room:: CMO: Quickly look in the computer for any research and have your
assistant acess the sickbay for necessary equipment.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: ::Listens at the door.::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <SO_Sorran> ::also goes to the computer to assist the CMO::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::nods to the MO::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 <MO> ::moves around the room looking for anything usefull::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: How are you feeling? ::prepares to administer the regenerator on his arm
which initially helped with his coloring earlier::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::moves to the closest terminal and startrs looking in there database::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <CTO_Running_Horse>: CSO: I don't hear anything outside.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Good. Hopefully it will stay that way.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::looks up at the CSO:: CSO: My head feels like it is about to explode, and
the fever is still there :: the computer beeps::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: Well, the only thing the ships docotor has noted was how fast the
infection spreads

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: We have made it to the sickbay on the freighter and have sealed ourselves
in Sir. The situation here looks... grim.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: How much time do you have according to his time line?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: Good job getting there, lieutenant. Do you have all the equipment you
need there?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::applies the regenerator to his arm again::

Brett:
 Action: The regenerator improves the CMO's arm.  It looks almost normal now.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: We are looking at the data that the freighter's doctors accumulated and
we are accessing that now.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::keeps readings:: CSO: It appears that the parasites make their way to the
brain, destorying many of the higher brain funcations, and then plug themselves
in and take over the body as their host for transporation.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::furrows her brow:: CMO: That would explain the headaches... ::takes the
medical tricorder and scans his head with the small wand::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::keeps reading to see if he can determine a timeline, feels sort of uneasy
determining his own death::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: This does not look good... ::sounds grim, hands him the tricorder with his
readings on it so he can see::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Do you think that a mind meld would allow you to keep your higher functions
and a clear head?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: Very good. Keep me informed and let us know if there's anything we can
send you.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: Understood.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: From my best guess I have several hours, but will become incapacited in
about two hours, and probably go mad before that.  I say an hour tops before I
become useless, and then it just gets worse from there.::takes tricorder::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::briefly shows her concern for him with her eyes:: CMO: Madness and loss of
control, a Vulcan's worst nightmare. Would stasis help slow things down?

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::sighs at the tricorder readings::  CSO: We have an hour to find something
that will kill these things,::pauses:: Stasis might help but then I wouldn't
be around to help.  I say we have an hour to find a cure, and at the end of an
hour I go into stasis if I am not cured

XO_Mash`ev:
 @:: Concerned for the Away Team, Mash'ev paces the deck trying to think of
something that can help them out of this. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Understood.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 MO: What about the equipment. Do we have enough here?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 MO: And a stasis pod?

Brett:
 Action: The freighter shudders.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::feels the movement of the ship:: All: What the?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: The ship just shuddered.... can you tell what is wrong with the freighter?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @<TO_Lone Wolf>:  XO: Sir, the SS Panama City's orbit is beginning to decay.

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: The Panama City's orbit is beginning to decay, lieutenant.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::wants to smack her forehead but does not:: *XO*: Understood... estimated time
for atmosphere entry?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @TO: See if you can get a lock on the Away Team, in case we need to beam them
out quickly.

XO_Mash`ev:
 @:: Looks at Tac display, estimates time.:: *CSO*: Looks like you've got under
an hour before things get hot over there. I'd say about 45 minutes at best.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: Understood. You may need to convince the Captain to let us return

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: I will gather the data here and copy it.... send it to the Delphyne.

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: Agreed. I'll give you as much time as we can but...

Brett:
 <<<<Pause Mission>>>>