Nail It
Nail It
Summary: Zaharis gives Reed some scary news about the PAS, and Reed trusts Zaharis with a few unexpected things. The pilots also give a little show.
Date: 5 BCH (8 November 2008)
Related Logs: None
Players:
Reed..Zaharis..

Chief Medical Officers Office Genesis - Deck 13
4 BCH 2235 Souls


The office of the Chief Medical Officer is a small room, used mostly for consultations and review of sensitive patient materials than the paperwork of the Medical department, which goes through the Naval Administrative offices. Still somehow it has file cabinets along one wall stuffed full of papers, two chairs in front of a desk behind which a large leather chair is set. On the desk sits a computer terminal.


Reed comes in from Sickbay.
Reed has arrived.

Reed opens the door, leaning in, "Ya decent?" He calls in ahead of him.

Zaharis is in his office, naturally. Some films of a someone's brain are stuck up on the glowing backboard on one wall, and the CMO's desk is covered in papers showing chemical test results in neat lines and percentages. He glances over his shoulder as the door opens. "Hey, Carter. Come on in."

Reed comes in, closing the door behind him. "Just need a moment if you're busy.." He looks at the glowy films, "Studying brains.."

"Unfortunately this particular brain concerns you," Zaharis replies as he turns back to his chair and sits down. "Something I need to talk to you about as well, so two birds. Want some coffee?"

Reed archs a brow, "No thank you." He moves to one of the chairs in front of the desk, "Go ahead, Doctor, take your bird."

"This is one of your personnel, a Crewman Meyer," Zaharis makes a slight gesture to the films. "She reported having been experiencing chronic headaches for nearly six months. She was brought over for a neurological workup, which came up negative. But we noticed several mineral deficiencies that weren't a problem of production. It's a confirmed parasite, likely affecting the brain. Its method of entry and exact effects, we don't know yet…this is something so new it almost escaped the scanners. Which means we're ninety-nine percent sure it came from the planet. And if she's been exposed then others may have."

Reed narrows his eyes, "Six months? What is her status?"

"She's just been put into isolation here on the Genesis," Zaharis replies. "We need to get a sample of that parasite, and quickly."

Reed nods, "Understood. I can have her duty roster sent to you, and release her work station to your scrutiny." He lifts a finger, "You mentioned finding mineral deficiencies. Can you use that profile to make up a screen for this parasite?"

Zaharis nods. "That's the plan. The PAS's labs are better equipped for that kind of thing, so I'm going to let them go wild on that while we get ahold of this sample. The PAS's records haven't shown anyone else presenting with the same symptoms yet, but it make different time in different people. And it's very unlikely she was the only one exposed anywhere."

Reed nods, "Unless she's been lapse in her decontamination and bioseperative procedures. Is she able to be interviewed? If so, I imagine I'm going over covered ground in interviewing her." He thinks, "I'm no epidemiologist, but a six month timeframe would, unless I'm wrong about this, constitute almost a complete exposure of the entire project personnel if it is passed casually."

"It would." Zaharis nods. "But again, we have no conjecture yet on where she got it from - her records will help greatly there. With parasites there are a great many variables in play that control someone's susceptilibity. Favourable body chemistry in the host, underlying conditions, it goes on and on. I saw a case on Picon a few years ago where a soldier picked up a parasitic infection that flourished in him and nobody else solely due to the fact that he'd been taking enough antacids that his stomach acidity was too low to stop the growth. But that's what we're going to find out. As for interviewing, yes, you can. She's been asked questions, but you would know the best ones to be asking her, you knowing what she may have been in contact with better than we do."

Reed nods, "So you need her duty records, PAS lab access, and resource materials." He shrugs, making an impatient little gesture. "You have paperwork for me to sign?" He gestures to the terminal on the CMOs desk, "And can I use your terminal to get this kicked off?"

"Help yourself." Zaharis stands up, motioning for Reed to take the comfortable chair facing the screen. "They're drafting up all the bureaucracy outside, I'll light a fire under them." He picks up the wireless headset to do just that.

Reed nods, moving around the desk to get at the computer. Some Command staff need things in triplicate to get this kind of thing done. Reed doesn't wait to be asked. "Tell them they can run through the halls, down to here, holding the papers up to get the ink dry. I want those forms here for immediate approval." He starts typing, takka takka takka, general login, Reeds login proxy.

Zaharis punches a number and is talking the moment someone answers, and he's literally still on the line when someone knocks hurriedly at the door. Hanging up, he strides over and opens it enough to take the big black folder handed in to him by a Lieutenant, along with the pen. A few words are exchanged and Zaharis nods, heading back over to the desk and flipping the folder open for Reed to scribble on. "Meyer's in surgery. But we'll buzz you the second she comes out off anaesthesia."

Reed looks from the computer to Zaharis, "They're attempting cerebral extraction now?" He blinks, then nods, turning from the computer to the paper, looking it over, then around, and grabs the first pen he can see, either proferred by the Doctor or from the desk, and scribbles, looks under the paper for scan-scribbling. The Major has gotten scary good at looking over paperwork for authorization. He then closes the folder and hands it back, still standing, not having taken the seat offered, then returns to the computer. Takka takka.

Zaharis nods to the question. "More exploratory at this point. They'll need to see how nested the parasites actually are, and if they can be safely sampled without damaging her brain. If they can't, we'll have to go a more indirect route." He picks up the folder with Brass Ink (tm) still wet and heads back to the door. The Lieutenant's still standing there, well trained as she is, and she takes the folder and marches off. Quickly.

Reed takka takkas, nodding, "Okay. I want to be kept in the loop, this situation is a terraformers nightmare. Right along with transgenic viruses, and chimeras." the theoretical diseases that jump species to infect humans, not having any defense against them. Population ending doomsday scenerios. Reeds posture is tense, though it doesn't seem that really, he got any more tense since he came in. He's just tense in general. He types. "Got it, I've upgraded your access to Meyers work to total, you'll have all the information on her that the PAS has. Work, names of coworkers, associates. We don't keep on file sexual relations, but that's another matter we can get at from herself or friends."

"Of course," Zaharis replies, as to Reed's wanting to be in the loop. Despite the serious tone he's kept through this, the CMO's posture isn't tense at all. It's his job to look relaxed even in the face of a medical crisis. He nods quickly to the list of files opened up. "Good, this will help us immensely. You'll know what's going on by the update; once we track down where this came from and how to detect it, both the PAS and the Genesis will need to move quickly. We may also have crew experiencing symptoms who are just too macho to report a chronic headache, so we're going to need to issue notice."

Reed nods, "Alright, issue the notice. I'll try to make sure everyone…" He looks to Zaharis, "Chronic headaches?" He turns to the computer, typing fresh, "I'll flag the supply records for simple analgesics that are under medicals radar."

Zaharis nods to that, tapping his finger on the desk as he thinks. "Also, if you can get your science labs to get untouched samples prepared of everything they've brought up from the planet. Dirt, rocks, plants, air sample, an EV suit recently used by someone who went down. Everything. Once this detection protocol is ready we need to be able to move."

Reed nods, typing, opening another window, and typing into it, "It'll be ready in sealed null containers in two hours. I've got the best people in this part of the galaxy when it comes to collecting samples, Captain. I'm sending you a note with the specifics of the samples. Anything else before I log out my authorization?"

Zaharis gives Reed a thin smile, then it vanishes and he shakes his head. "Not right now. Focus is on that parasite and the scanners. If there's anything else that comes up I'll be on the horn faster than you can say oh frak."

Reed grunts, typing, "I don't know, I can say oh frak quite fast." He then straightens, "Okay, log in with your access and check that you've got everything." He turns moving to let the Doctor have his terminal back.

Zaharis steps around Reed, quickly typing in his login. The screen flickers and glows again, Genesis symbol and then his files, which he glances over. "Right as rain, sir."

Reed has moves to the lightboard as Zaharis logs in and is constructively glaring at the brain films. not that he can read a brainscan, but he knows it's in there, in one of his people. He doesn't have the little red shooty lasers from his eyes yet, but it's close. "Excellent, Captain."

If the Major had little red shooty lasers from his eyes, Zaharis might be forced to admit him too. The CMO glances over his shoulder and then back at his screen, bringing up the correspondence he'd started to draft earlier to the PAS medical labs. His fingers fly quickly over the keys with soft taps, and then the message is off through the system. "So now that I've done my job and wrecked your evening," he says, clicking through something in his files. "Are you about to return the favour, or was your visit for good news?"

Reed sighs, "I doubt your teams will be able to get started till tomorrow, Doctor, after the jump test." He reaches into the breast of his duty shirt, pulling out an octagonal CD in a case. "The samples are being delivered to Genesis in their containers." He turns, tossing the CD to the desk. "Those are final files for dispensation of twenty four members of the PAS, to be activated in the event of FTL failure. We have a high chance of success. As the CMO, you're taking custodianship of these final records in case it's not high enough and you end up with two dozen charred corpses molecularly fused into deck platings."

Zaharis finally sits back down, picking up the CD. He nods slowly, letting the case bob in his hand. "Figured that might be the evil plan behind that 'reception'. Understood, sir, and it'll be handled. Even if right now Captain Zimmerman's got enough faith in you that it could probably power the drives all by itself." A slight smile.

Reed smiles, "Captain Zimmerman has a fine grasp of the situation, Doctor. I poked her in her anxiety buttons like an utter bastard to get her riled up enough and she attacked the main Engineering console of the Station with all her skill, knowledge and intellect and almost ripped my stations secrets out of her in less time than most Engineers to understand the power settings."

"That's the Captain for you." Zaharis pushes his chair back, inputting a code into the side of one of his file drawers. It opens with a beep and he places the CD in before shutting it, and locking back with a different, long code. "Best of the best, don't settle for less."

Reed nods, smirking, "That she is, that she is." He frowns, "Find this thing, Doctor, Save Meyer. No matter what happens tomorrow."

Zaharis sits back up, folding his hands on the desk as he regards Reed. No long speech, just absolute confidence. "We'll nail it, Major."

Reed nods, brow wrinkling, and he rubs his face, hand running thorough his black hair, and down to the back of his neck, pinching the base of his skull. He glances to Zaharis, and smirks, "I know why I have a headache, Doctor, no mystery parasite there."

Zaharis smiles a little. "Figures they'd send us a trauma surgeon instead of that massage therapist I wanted. Really, what were they thinking?"

Reed tsks, "Shortsighted lapse of personnel assignments, I'll tell you." He moves to the chairs, looking at them, then smirks, "You're Captain Zimmermans best friend. You remember when she and I met in the Taproom? You were regaling us with stories of Ephraim?"

Zaharis reaches up and scratches the back of his dark hair, nodding. "I remember."

[Intercom] This is the CAG. All available Viper Pilots to Hangar Bay B immediately. I repeat, all available Viper Pilots to Hangar Bay B.

Reed nods, sitting in the chair. "I remember a solid feeling of envy, when watching her thinking of him." He chuckles. "Being alone in the world has one advantage. One I'm going to exploit tomorrow."

Zaharis smiles slightly. "You're going to take the PAS and jump off to some lush, tropical planet filled with ambrosia and scantily clad women, aren't you."

Reed looks up, listening, "That must be Wrongways drill. Good for her. Get it done before the test." He looks to Zaharis, and grins, "No, no, I don't.. have the NAV coordinates for it." He smirks, "Tempting as it might be, and as sure as I am I could get the Volunteer Engineers to go along with it."

Zaharis also does that reflex glancing up when the intercom sounds, though it's a slow shift of his eyes and his head doesn't move. He looks back at Reed and smirks. "Such hard sacrifices those engineers make. I tell you." He falls comfortably silent for a moment or two, then goes on. "You mentioned once you'd not got on so great with your family. I remember. Really feel that alone out here?"

Reed smirks, "I have friends. Family.. is always there, even if you don't get on with them, they're always there. But I don't have anyone." He looks at Zaharis, "Not even a Doctor looking into long term deep space exposure."

Zaharis half-smiles, calmly. "If you think that would solve all your problems, Major, you've got something coming."

Reed chuckles, "I don't think it would solve my problems, just change them to new and different ones." He shrugs. "Still, best wishes, however it works out." He seems to have a line on this from somewhere.

"Uh…thanks." Zaharis rubs the end of his nose. Whether the motion is because he's uncomfortable or just because his nose really itches, it's hard to tell. "But you're not alone, Carter. Even without the conventional stuff that they tell you you need to be happy, you're not really alone."

Reed smiles and lets it drop for the Doctors sake. "Yes, well. Not alone in the solitary way, I understand."

Zaharis smiles faintly. "So what would make you feel less alone?" The question sounds curious rather than exasperated.

Reed is definitely keeping one ear towards the wireless, smirking. At the question, he looks to Zaharis. "Less alone, well, I think most likely finding someone who isn't Enlisted, involved, or on Virgon right now would be a good start." He lifts his hands, "That doesn't seem too likely."

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon's replies continue to be short and a little bland. "I'm good to follow your lead." So much for the 'fun' part.

Zaharis leaves the wireless on, of course, when pilots are out and about. Advance warning of someone ripping a limb off is always nice. He doesn't look towards the set though, as the flyboys seem calm for the time being. Reed's comments get a smile. "So you're very focused on this pair thing," he observes, without criticism. "Ever been married?"

Reed lets his gaze drift towards the wireless, till the Doctor speaks again, then he looks back, "Focused on this pair thing? How do you mean.. And once, almost. Proposed, accepted, never announced."

"I mean how I said." Zaharis watches Reed's face, head tilting a fraction. "How old were you?"

Reed looks at the Wireless, as if it were going to help listening to the pilots. "Twenty Five." He says, expression slightly strained as his eyes move across the wireless, seeing something else.

"What happened?" Zaharis lets a beat go by before he adds, "Just tell me to frak off if it's too personal. I won't be offended."

[Tac1] "Wrongway" Rue says, "Alright folks. Your DRADIS should be screaming at you about now… There's four bogeys ahead. Welcome to mock combat, boys and girls. Engage and destroy, if you can."

Reed watches the wireless, thoughtfully then his focus locks on to the wireless. "Let's see if your pilots can take my drones, Wrongway."

Zaharis reaches over for the carafe of mostly-hot coffee that he's been ignoring, pouring some out into one of three clean cups that always live in here. He too glances at the wireless, then holds up the carafe slightly. "Sure you don't want some? Not strictly fresh, but it won't hurt you."

Reed is smiling as he looks to Zaharis, and nods, "Okay, sure. As long as you haven't been dipping the lab rats in it, sounds good." He nods to the Wireless. "We got a shipment of planetary drones with frakked sensors. Reprogrammed them with programming to simulate flying styles of known enemies, added a DRADIS shadow generator, and bingo, instant fake fight with enemies."

Zaharis pulls another cup over, filling it with coffee. There's some sugar pill things sitting nearby. "No rats. Can't vouch the monkeys haven't gotten to it though." His dark eyes glance at the wireless again, then back at Reed. "Yeah? Waste not, want not, huh. That's pretty cool. Do they 'shoot' back?"

Reed shakes his head, adding some sugar and taking the cup, "No, no return fire, load out would frak it's flying, but they can fly like mad, and are going to be interedting watching the pilots dealing with htem."

Zaharis' computer makes the ding noise of a memo, and he turns his chair with his foot in that quick way that's hopeful for something. A glance at it shows otherwise though, and he looks back at Reed. "I assume those Vipers have a…some sort of recording device so they can see a reply of their own actions after training? I've never been in one before."

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Roger that, Wrongway. Shipwreck, let's make an impression."

Reed nods, "Oh yeah, Telemetry recorders, gun cameras, you can reconstruct the whole mission if you need to. Often useful when there's an investigation into the actions of someone in space."

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Now here comes that fun I mentioned. Keeping up there, Archer?"

"Or when you need to brag." Zaharis smirks at the wireless, lifting his cup for a sip. "But what am I saying, pilots never do that."

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "Not exactly much to give me trouble yet. You got a plan?"

Reed smirks, "Bragging pilots? I've never heard of such a thing." He looks to the wireless, "Now if only they'd put in a soundtrack mix in with this, I'm sure it'd be much more exciting."

Zaharis twists around, glancing over his shoulder at the speakers sitting on his file cabinet. "Think I've got Leito's Symphony Number 6 in there somewhere. That could work, it's got enough thunderous trumpets to blast a hole in the wall."

Reed chuckles, "Well, maybe that would work, might just piss off Engineering. Them having to fix your office wall."

"This is true." Zaharis holds up a finger thoughtfully. "The next time our coffeemaker breaks they might leave it for weeks in revenge."

Reed nods, "Captain Zimmerman would bring in some when she comes in. None for you, just for her, and she'd drink it in front of you."

"She so would." Zaharis pretends to grit his teeth, making a face. "Engineers, seriously. You break one thing and ask for their help, and they never let you live it down. I'll be eighty by the time she stops reminding me of how I couldn't fix a chair when she met me."

Reed grins, "Couldn't fix a chair? What happened to the chair?" He's curious now.

"I had it stacked under another one to be able to see out a high window," Zaharis replies, matter of factly. "I couldn't help it that it couldn't take the weight. Or…that it had wheels."

[Tac1] "Shipwreck" Erato says, "Looks like you've got two on you, Fender. Going after bogey designated 'Three'."

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Good work, Archer. You get started on the next one, and I'll finish off this one."

Reed chuckles, "So it rolled and broke. That's impressive. Were you hurt?" He looks to the wireless.

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Shipwreck, Fender. I've got company on my six. Trim off the excess if you please. I'll stay on the initial target."

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "Already headed that way."

"Only my pride," Zaharis sips his coffee, glancing at the source of the pilot chatter. "Which we still have no pills for…everyone going all on about this 'needing to cure fatal illness' nonsense. Priorities, sheesh."

Reed nods, "And no one even offering research money. That's beyond criminal in it's neglect, hmm?

[Tac1] "Shipwreck" Erato says, "Roger that, Fender. Switching targets."

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Oh, playing with fire going after a girl's guns… that wont save you. This guy should be out if we breathe on him heavy. I'll stay on him, Shipwreck. Let me know how it's going with your new dance partner."

"Absolutely. All those bleeding heart lifesavers should be fired." Zaharis sips his coffee again, half his attention still on the wireless as this gets kind of interesting. "Chatty bunch."

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Frak. That was a lucky shot! But can anyone tell these guys that I've quit the music business and won't sign anything, even if they follow like flies?"

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Fangirls never die, Hound."

Reed nods, smirking, "They chatter like.. well, like pilots. Bravado is a big part of it." he chuckles, listening and sipping his coffee.

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Someone's playing hard to get. Shipwreck, Fender. Still on the initial target. Keep yours busy back there if you can. Coming around for another pass."

"So I've noticed." Zaharis replies, though lightly. He glances at the clock on his desk, then back to the wireless. "Meyer should be out of surgery soon. The anaesthesia will take a while to wear off, but they'll let us know."

Reed nods, looking to the clock, then back to the Doctor. "Excellent."

[Tac1] "Wrongway" Rue says, "Having a little trouble down there, Fender?"

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Taylor over lubed my stick, Wrongway. I'll get it done."

Reed says, "Oooh, that sounds uncomfortable."

Zaharis shifts a bit in his chair, making a face. "They sure they want to be giving this information on the airwaves?"

[Tac1] "Wrongway" Rue says, "If it helps any… your opponents are marines."

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Oh frak me sideways. I feel dirty."

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "It burns us."

Reed shrugs, "Well, I don't know, I mean, it is the NEW Navy and all." He tilts his head, "Waitaminute. She's not using the drones then. hah.

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "Where'd you find that many jar heads that know how to fly a Viper? I call foul."

Zaharis squints at Reed over the top of his coffee cup. Does he even want to ask?

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Must be why they seem so easy to hit today. Marines love the bullets."

Reed keeps listening to the wireless, smirking, "Well at least they're enjoying flipping around and shooting Marines."

Zaharis smirks slightly. "Important to keep the crew happy. Gaelan like to put pilot faces on the small arms targets?"

Reed sighs, suddenly seeming to get that headache back, "Not, sure, I need to speak with him soon though and I don't think I'll have time to ask him."

Zaharis nods slightly. He looks back at the wireless, listening to pilot chatter for a minute. "Marines know what's going on tomorrow?"

[Tac1] "Archer" Tychon says, "Guess we're helping them out with theirs?"

[Tac1] "Fender" Addie says, "Get over here, you big dumb monkey. Eat that. You're so lucky this is mock combat…"

Reed sighs, "They know enough. The MPs are doing a sweep of the station, last thing before the jump. Once they are clear, we go ahead."

[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "No better things to do, right?"

Zaharis nods, thoughtfully. There's a knock on the door before he can say anything else, an LT poking his head in to ask for the CMO to look at something. Zaharis sets his coffee down, standing up. "Let me see what's going on out here, Carter. Hide in here if you want, or if you're not here when I get back I'll buzz you soon as Meyer's awake."

Reed nods, lifting his cup, "I'll wait as long as I can."

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