Brett:
 Summary: The away team searches the Sickbay of the Panama City for clues.
Meanwhile, the ship itself continues to drift into the atmosphere.  The CMO's
condition continues to deteriorate.

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

XO_Mash`ev:
 @:: On the bridge of the Delphyne, watching the orbit of the SS Panama City as
that ship slowly drops orbit into the planet's atmostphere. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: I think we need to finish the upload, take what samples we have and
beam out to the Delphyne.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <MO_Trin>: ::Locates applicable files and starts uploading them to the
Delphyne. ::

Brett:
 INFO: The stench of the gore filled sickbay hangs heavily in the musty air
of the freighter.  The hanging lights sway with the shuddering of the ship,
casting eerie shadows on the walls and across the bodies of the crew.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <MO_Trin>: CSO: The files on their way to the Delphyne, sir.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods as she gathers up samples::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: Are you folks ready to beam us over?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: We've got a lock on you now and can beam you over any minute. You've
got about 30 minutes, by the way.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: Are we ready to go?

Brett:
 Action: The ship shudders again, as its orbit continues to decay.  Suddenly,
there is a thud from the closed sickbay door.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::sharply looks at the door::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <MO_Trin>:  ::jumps at the thud on the sick bay door::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: I think we have everything... beam us to the cargo bay

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: Very well.

Brett:
 Action: The door caves in on one side, as the crewman beyond hammers it with
inhuman strength.  Through the hole, you see the gore-covered figure rearing back
to strike again.

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CPO_Higgens*: Transport the Away Team directly to Cargo Bay One. Follow full
medical protocols.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::sets her phaser to maximum and carefully takes aim::

Brett:
 Action: The figure stops and steps to one side, out of the line of sight.

Brett:
 @<Higgens> *XO*: Aye sir.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow:: Self: They've never dodged before

XO_Mash`ev:
 <MO_Trin>: ::watches the figure attempting to get in, backs away from the
door. ::

Brett:
 Action: As the away team dematerializes, the freighter crewman smashes into the
door again, toppling it.  The AT's last view of the ship is the lurching figure
trying to reach them.

Brett:
 Action: The Away team rematerializes on the Delphyne, in the Cargo Bay One.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::breathes a sigh of relief::

XO_Mash`ev:
 *CSO*: Welcome back to the Delphyne, lieutenant. You've got Cargo Bay One to
yourselves for a while. Let us know if there's anything you need.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: Understood.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 MO: We should probably get the CMO into stasis... do you think that would stop
the progress of the disease?

XO_Mash`ev:
 <MO_Trin>: CSO: I hope so. He's not doing well and that could buy us the time
we need to reverse the deterioration.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods::

Brett:
 Action: On the bridge, a communication from Starfleet comes through.  Staticy,
but understandable.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::leads the CMO through the process of getting him in stasis::

XO_Mash`ev:
 <TO> XO: Message from Starfleet, sir.

XO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Patch it through, lieutenant.

Brett:
 INFO: On screen, the sector commander's face is visible through the patches of
static and interference.

Brett:
 <Willis>COM:Del:XO: Commander?  What is your status?

XO_Mash`ev:
 TO: See if you can clean that up.

XO_Mash`ev:
 COM: SF: Willis: Sir, we've just beamed an away team back and are attempting to
determine what's going on now.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::works with the MO to do a quick intensive scan of the brain of the CMO with
the ultra-powerful biobed::

Brett:
 <Willis> COM: Del:XO: An away team?  What is the status of the colony?  What about
the freighter?  If you sent a report earlier, we did not receive it.

XO_Mash`ev:
 COM: SF: Willis: Sir, we sent an away team to the planet's surface to find out
why there were no life signs from the colony - nor from the freighter.

Brett:
 <Willis> COM: Del:XO: No life signs?!  They're all dead?  Was it an attack?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::almost gasps as the MO shows her the parasite that is the size of a grape
attaching itself to his brainstem of the CMO:: MO: Can we remove that?

TO_Running_Horse:
 ::on the bridge manning the tactical station::

XO_Mash`ev:
 :: Wonders if a report was even sent to Star Fleet, makes a mental note to ask
Captain Mordane. ::

TO_Running_Horse:
 ::performing the usual tactical scans::

XO_Mash`ev:
 COM: SF: Willis: It appears to be a parasitic infection. Our CMO and CSO are
working on it right now. I hope to have a more detailed report as soon as we
have more information.

XO_Mash`ev:
 <MO_Trin>: CSO: I hope we can it out safely, without causing harm to the doctor.

TO_Running_Horse:
 ::hearing  the conversation with the XO::

TO_Running_Horse:
 Self: Parasite???? Can't be.

Brett:
 <Willis> COM: Del:XO: Very well, Commander.  I want you to place a quarantine
beacon there and leave the system to rendezvous with the USS Glorious.  I am
sending new orders for Captain Mordane.  He is to be transferred from the
Delphyne.  Uponhis departure, you are to assume command.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 MO: I hope so too. ::looks concerned:: Do you think you can do it?

TO_Running_Horse:
 ::eyes widen in shock::

XO_Mash`ev:
 COM: SF: Willis: Me? Oh.. of course, sir. What of the SS Panama City? It is
losing orbit - do we let it crash or should it be destroyed?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 MO: If it is the only way.. then yes... we need to operate on the CMO and
remove the parasite.

TO_Running_Horse:
 Self:  Why are they transferring the captain.

Brett:
 <Willis> COM: Del:XO: See if you can recover it, Commander; stabilize its orbit
or place it stationary in space for later analysis.

XO_Mash`ev:
 COM:SF: Willis: Aye, sir. We'll get right on it.

TO_Running_Horse:
 XO: Excuse me, sir, but all tactical scans come up negative.

XO_Mash`ev:
 TO: What do you mean, lieutenant?

TO_Running_Horse:
 XO: I was just doing routine scans of the area, sir, nothing more.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <MO_Trin> CSO: We have to try... that means getting him out of stasis... and
waking him up.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::closes her eyes and nods:: MO: Do it.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <MO_Trin> CSO: Yes ma'am.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <MO_Trin> ::brings the CMO out of stasis::

XO_Mash`ev:
 TO: See if we can safely get a tractor beam on the Panama City to stabilize it.

TO_Running_Horse:
 XO: Understood sir.

TO_Running_Horse:
 ::hands fly over her console as if guided by an unseen force::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <MO_Trin> ::Verifies that the stasis fields are in place before putting the
CMO into position for the operation and ensures the CMO cannot move as brain
surgery is very delicate::

Brett:
 Action: The tractor beam is established with the "sinking" freighter.

TO_Running_Horse:
 XO: The tractor beam is now established.  I can pull her out now.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <MO_Trin>::carefully makes the first incision::

XO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Stabilize the ship's orbit. Another ship may be coming here. Then launch a
quarantine beacon for the planet.

TO_Running_Horse:
 XO: Understood, sir. Now stabilizing the ship's orbit. Preparing the
quarantine beacon for launch.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <MO_Trin> ::slices into the deeper tissue::

TO_Running_Horse:
 ::launches the quarantine beacon::

TO_Running_Horse:
 XO: Sir the beacon is launched and the ship is now in an established orbit.

Brett:
 Action: The Delphyne pulls the derelict freighter out of the planet's
gravitational pull and tows it into space.

XO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Very good, lieutenant.

TO_Running_Horse:
 XO: All in a days work, sir.

Brett:
 Action: The quarantine beacon takes its place in geosynchronous orbit over
the planet.

XO_Mash`ev:
 *CSO*: I understand that you're very busy right now but I would like you to
prepare a formal report for StarFleet on the Away Team's findings as soon as
you're able.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 <MO_Trin>::finally gets down to the part where he sees the little beastie
wriggling around down there::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: The MO is removing the parasite from the CMO now... as soon as the
quarantine is lifted I can return to my desk to do so, sir.

XO_Mash`ev:
 *CSO*: Well, you're all confined to the Cargo Bay for the time being. Captain's
orders.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: Aye sir. ::sounds resigned::

Brett:
 Action: As the Delphyne moves away from the terrible planet, in the makeshift
operating room in Cargo Bay one, a monitor beeps its alarm. The CMO is dying.

Brett:
 <<<<Pause>>>>