"Little Spray, Big Solution"
[Previous post: "Tactical Uprising", written by the demanding Serena Switt]
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Setting: USS HATHOR, One of many tiny Air Ducts
All that Lea could see was her friend's feet in front of her and the
shadow of a side of the Cns the CMO had never expected to see. Using the
front door would have been too dangerous with the Breen walking about.
Lea knew this, yet with each crawl the CMO wondered if maybe that had
not been a better choice. All of these air ducts looked the same, and
only seeing Susan's rear had not made navigating any easier.
Susan crawled over a small opening beneath her and turned around
pointing for Lea to look down. Somehow they had found their way over the
corridor outside Sickbay. Better still they had ended up right over the
two Breen soldiers the CMO had seen. Or at least she believed that
those had been the same. With that armour of theirs there had been no way
to tell them apart.
"What do you want to do?" Lea asked, hoping that her friend had not the
intention of just *dropping* on the two Breen.
"I don't know," Susan whispered, "did anyone think of bringing a phaser?"
"Of course," the CMO said glaring at the Cns. "I always keep a full
arsenal of phasers and pulse riffles in Sickbay!"
Susan did not appear all too impressed by the sarcasm of her friend and
instead of commenting just looked past Lea. Liz had not said anything
but the way the Cns could see the aCMO moving, Susan figured that she
had been reaching for something.
"How is this?" Ens. Halliwell asked ever so quietly, handing a
hypo-spray to Susan.
"I hope that is not what I think it is?" Lea gasped thinking that Liz
had found time to manufacture the virus she had earlier been talking
about. "That think won't work, and that goes double for the Breen since
the air they breathe is filtered." The CMO's had done her best to look
over her shoulder to see the aCMO but the cramped space of the air duct
had made that impossible.
"It is not," Liz replied. "I thought this compound could prove useful
if we encountered some Breen soldier." The vague explanation of the
aCMO made Susan curious so she began to study the label on the vial
attached to the hypo-spray. Before the Cns had been able to read a single
word though, Lea had snatched the medical tool from her friend's hand.
"We have this kind of stuff in the medical pharmacy?" Lea asked stunned
by what she had read. "What kind of sick and twisted mind thought that
this could be useful in a Sickbay?"
"I'm not sure," the aCMO replied. "But we might have to thank him or
her when we get back to NEW ALEXANDRIA."
"Could someone tell me what it is?" Susan demanded, snatching the
hypo-spray back from Lea's hand.
"It a silicon based compound designed to attach itself to oxygen
molecules in the air," Lea explained. "In liquid form the compound is
harmless. Released into the air as a fine mist though, this compound can be
very dangerous. It increased the molecular size of the oxygen making
it too large to be processed by the lungs. It also makes the air way
too large to pass through a filtration system such as those found on the
masks of a Breen."
Susan grinned maniacally as she set the hypo-spray to widest dispersion. "Will this kill them?" The Cns asked as she prepared to release the compound.
Lea shook her head. "The lifespan of the compound is only a few
seconds. It's long enough to cause unconsciousness but too short to cause
any permanent damage."
Reassured by Lea's explanation, Susan decided to use the hypo-spray and
release the compound. The CMO and Cns watched and waited for the
compound to take effect. A few seconds later, two loud thumps were heard
letting Ens. Halliwell know that her contribution had been successful.
"Let's head back to Sickbay and get out of these air ducts," Susan
suggested. "We can take care of those two afterwards and make sure they
will not cause any more trouble."
"We can also pick up more of that compound," the aCMO suggested. "Just
in case there are more of those Breen out there."
"At this rate," Lea joked, "we might have to tell Pravat that we don't
need him or his Marines." Had the CMO known that the Breen had in fact
been the Marines under the Enaran's command, the CMO might not have
said this. But for now her words had been only known by the other two
women now crawling back to the room from which they had started.
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Lt. J.G. Lea Summers
And
Chief Medical Officer 2005 post #574
Stardate: 60331.2030
Tiffany Rose {lady_tiffany_rose@mail.com}
Chief Medical Officer
USS ANUBIS
USS HATHOR
