Chief Medical Officer’s Log

Oh, this will be a doozy… I suppose that’s not a very professional introduction but it’s a very accurate one. When Lieutenant Commander Bender arrived with Crewman Redmond Shert I figured it was just another case of Andorian flu. It had been going around on Starbase 313 before the “comet” devastation. (I can’t believe I am mentioning that as a side note of this report, but we were successful in treating most of the casualties. The death toll came to 33, most of them dead on arrival.)

Crewman Shert displayed almost all symptoms of the flu – high temperature, body aches and pains, a nasty cough and sore throat, headache. I took a sample of his blood to analyze and positively identify the flu virus, but to my surprise that is not what I found at all. That is, I didn’t find anything at first. It was as if there was nothing wrong with him… except for the fact that he was effectively dying from the flu something that hasn’t happened in hundreds of years. Nothing I gave him worked. Antivirals and antifebriles were all ineffective. 

I had nurse practitioner Tribble take some tissue samples to analyze in her lab. 

It was then that the biobed Crewman Shert was laying on malfunctioned. I recalled Lieutenant Commander Bender to sickbay to take a look at the problem. She looked over that bio bad like I looked over my patient – really confused as to what the problem might be – very unlike our chief engineer, who was usually ready with answers and brilliant solutions to complex problems. 

NP Tribble returned with some results. She had managed to identify a virus before her equipment start to malfunction too. To determine how contagious this virus was we took blood and tissue samples from everyone in sickbay, including Lieutenant Commander Bender. Imagine our surprise at learning that we were all infected with the same virus. Except we weren’t sick… yet. I quarantined sickbay immediately. No one was getting in or out.

I wondered about the source of the infection – it had to be Starbase 313… clearly there was more to that “comet” story that no one believed anyway, but I digress. It would be impossible to pinpoint patient zero. We had since left the base and we did not have tissue samples from all of the crew. Just some of those we treated. There were so many injured… from the attack or comet or whatever… But not one person from our own crew… Usually there was at least a scrape, gash, sprained ankle, something! But it occurred to me that I had not treated a single member of our own crew since we left that Starbase. A fluke of good health and accident free living? Doubtful. We needed more tissue samples from the rest of the crew. Thankfully I could simply contact the off duty medical personnel and they could collect and deliver the samples to sickbay. 

That was how we found out that every single member of the crew was infected. But still only Crewman Shert was ill and the biobed he was laying on. And the instruments that had analyzed his samples… Could this virus spread from humans to machines? I ask NP Tribble to analyze Mr Shert’s full genetic profile while I went to work on the virus’ RNA sequence. We had to work fast. Mr. Shert’s condition was deteriorating. 

My findings were astonishing to say the least. The virus was indeed capable of infecting man and machine. Ms. Tribble’s diligent work also yielded interesting results. There was a unique element in Mr. Shert’s DNA that acted as a switch for this virus… turned it’s extreme healing properties destructive. Ms. Tribble was sure she could flip this switch back with some “good old-fashioned genetic engineering”. As a witness to her recent work – I did not doubt she could pull it off. 

I had so many questions at this point. I was absolutely certain that this “well” virus was not naturally occurring. Was someone trying to create a so called “fountain of youth”? Did that have something to do with the attack on SB 313? If Crewman Shert’s genetic makeup triggered something in the virus to cause harm rather than heal – how fast would that effect the rest of the ship? Already more systems in sickbay were starting to fail… And if we managed to flip the switch back… would everything be repaired again? 

I started to feel feverish… I decided to check on NP Tribble’s progress. On my way to the lab I saw our chief engineer working feverishly (literally), trying to purge the effected systems. 

NP Tribble was breaking out some ancient equipment she had replicated long before this “incident”. Equipment relying less on computers. We worked in silence unless we needed to speak. We were both feeling the ill effects of the virus. We could only imagine the rest of the crew starting to do the same. After all, as it spread through the computer, quarantining sickbay proved to be ineffective. I heard the Captain’s voice over the con. I told him to stand by. We did not have time to explain. 

By the time we were reasonably sure we had what we needed to “switch off” the unique gene in Crewman Shert we could barely walk. We ambled over with an old fashioned syringe NP Tribble had and injected the cure… A strange mist descended over sickbay and I slid down to the floor. I saw a couple of men in black uniforms enter sickbay…

When we woke up, Crewman Shert was gone. Not just from sickbay, but as it turned out, the ship as well. His file just stated “reassigned”. Reassigned where? And how? It’s not like we had reached our new destination yet – Starbase 14. 

We were also virus free. Good virus, bad virus, gone virus. The mist… maybe it wasn’t a figment of my feverish imagination. Maybe it had been a cure…

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Chief Medical Officer’s log – supplemental. After logging my report of the incident it was immediately classified… I expect it’ll be soon purged from record entirely. 

IOIS – College of US History
CUSH 101 – 1600-1699 DISTINCTION

Science Officer’s Log

The science department attended the region 15 summit with our commanding officers and a delegation of fellow crew members, travelling on a shuttle piloted by the very adept Mr. Nelson, and enjoyed the company of fellow officers and crew from several starships of the region. The replicators made very tasty bagel jalepeno sandwiches and the summit did much to improve inter-region relations and diplomacy. It was a sweeping success enjoyed by all.

The science department has been working on various experiments and studies this month including, but not limited to studying Earth animals of the 21st century and the cultural practice known as visiting a “”zoo”” and its’ purpose in maintaining species’ and preventing extinction. We have also been focusing a lot of our efforts in preparation for upcoming missions.

Chief Science Officer’s Log

Our Chief Science Officer spend the majority of the report period in medical after undergoing major surgery. Studies were done on 21st century surgical and pain relief methods. A lot of reading and preparing for upcoming missions was caught up on, as well as study on the effects of home confinement on the mental health of a recovering patient.

In Service,
Lieutenant Commander Brunelle, CSO

Chief Medical Officer’s Log

Quiet month in sickbay. NP Tribble has used the down time to coop up in her lab hatching goodness knows what new scheme. I’ve been catching up with the administrative work, which is my least favorite part of the job. Interestingly enough, when I try to delegate, NP Tribble manages to be extremely busy with a critical juncture of an experiment. One of these days I’ll have a severe word… but I’ve also been using the down time to have a vacation from my Nurse Practitioner…
I’ve been told to expect new personnel before we leave Titan. I look forward to meeting them.

In Service,
Commander D. Taylor, CMO

Chief Medical Officer’s Log

I have returned from maternity leave a few days ago. Captain Taylor and I welcomed a new cadet into our family on the 17th of August. Alice Amanda Taylor was 7 lbs 12oz. And 19 inches – came into this world kicking and screaming and hasn’t stopped since.
I find Sickbay in surprisingly good shape and we’ll stocked. Nurse Tribble said she was “just doing my job”. After I get caught up with patient files and reports I will definitely investigate this claim… especially since, among the reports I found that our Nurse T had completed all courses and tests to become a nurse practitioner. All that’s left is a 120 hours of supervised practice. Well, I suppose I can grit my teeth and bear it. I could, after all, use the help.
Chief Medical Officer’s log, supplemental
I walked in on Nurse Tribble wrangling a large, malodorous beast from the nurse’s lounge back into the lab… After having some severe words and issuing serious threats, I got her to confess that it was one of her continued experiments on fungi that… “got a little out of control” and had “a little stroll around the ship”. “He’s really just a harmless, fuzzy, perhaps a little too ambulatory, and overgrown mold…” After some more discouraging words and extra duty assignments she promised she would take better care to keep her experiments contained. I’m the last person to dissuade scientific research, but this is a starship, Not the Island of Dr. Moreau!
Commander Dora Taylor, Chief Medical Officer

Science Status Report

It was an active summer for the Sciences division. Extensive research on wet pressure heat vs. dry roasting heat for primitive anthropology research on 21st century human habit of preparation of carbon based life forms for protein sources. Our results suggest wet, high pressure with CH3CO-OH and crushed dried herbaceous plants and NaCl, followed by dry roasting over open flame with a wet, spicy blend of fruits and sugars is a sensorily pleasant way to prepare the ribs of a porcine life form.

Some emergency physics research involving shuttle craft and low speed impacts with solid immovable objects. Our department is still recovering the resources from that one.
Many of our experiments resulted in trips to sick bay. Will attempt to do more virtual experimentation in the holodeck vs. Practical experimentation in the future. Except with that anthropological research because it turns out that primitive carbon based porcine life forms are delicious.

Working with engineering on severe temperature and humidity fluctuations, which seem to have settled for the time being.

LLAP

Cyn Brunelle, Sciences

Chief Science Officer’s Log

Several years of time loops has greatly tampered with my memory and cognition. My apologies that it affected my previous reporting. What follows is based on my memory of events, the best I can parse together after the long and harrowing mission that nearly took my life and the lives of my colleagues, thousands upon thousands of times.

The first loop I remember began around February 11th. We assumed we were headed on a relatively simple mission to survey and recover the archaeological remains of the historical relic, the USS Shenzhou. Fleet Captain Knotts took control of a fleet consisting of the Enterprise, Narragansett and Voyager. I was tasked, in Captain Tuvok’s absence, with command of the Voyager for the duration of the mission. We set off with a very small crew consisting of the EMH and Jaime Bender as well as a compliment of engineering and science staff and some Klingon allies. My boarding of the Voyager during that loop was delayed by some Borg activity.

Surveillance photos of the Shenzhou were reviewed, and scanning was planned. We were ordered to conduct self-destruct drills, and did so successfully. We encountered two Borg fleets. While maintaining cloak and awaiting orders, we brainstormed transport solutions for the disabled remains of the Shenzhou. The Borg departed and left a probe, and we continued on our mission as ordered.

We encountered and encrypted data stream coming from the Shenzhou, which appeared to be completely undamaged, fully operational and armed. After a few failed approaches, we decided to employ the EMH to gain control of the Shenzhou, using encryption codes discovered in the mission bio and supplied by Admiral Janeway. The Shenzhou then sent a massive signal burst and we piggyback cloaked her. The Borg fleets moved to intercept us, but was successfully attacked by what we correctly guessed was the USS Discovery. It was unmanned and powered by a dangerous and repulsive mutilated Borg spore drive. The ship then took off, absconding with FC Knotts.

From there, things get a little hazy. There were thousands of time loops. During the first several thousand that I remember, the Borg took over all of the universe, over all universes and assimilated everything past, present and future. It was horrific. I witnessed the death, destruction, and resetting of my own life and that of my crew countless times. The omniscient being Q showed up for our help, and sacrificed his own immortality to help us to sort things out. It involved some fascinating experiences with spore jumping and time travel, and precise timing and measurements and calculated decisions, but in the end, it all worked out. Overall, the mission was a smashing success with no permanent loss of life.

Respectfully Submitted,
LCDR C. Brunelle
Chief Science Officer

Chief Medical Officer’s Log

The USS Narragansett participated in a most… interesting… fucking crazy… strange as hell… dangerous as all hell… life-altering… peculiar mission this month – in tandem with ships Voyager and Enterprise. I was assigned to the Enterprise as Chief Medical Officer for this mission, while I left the Narragansett in the crazy… totally demented… completely insubordinate…  most capable hands of Nurse Tribble, where she ended up with the temporary role of acting first officer with the rank of Commander. I am absolutely flabbergasted… astonished… knocked down with a feather pleased that my nurse has inspired such confidence in the crew and has performed her duties so abominably… admirably. She even had time to completely destroy carefully monitor my experiments in my absence.

As to our mission, I hope that this is the last we shall ever have anything to do with that blasted mycelial drive. The human race (and nearly all other races in the universe) would’ve gone extinct because of it, had it not been for the dedication and determination of the crews of these three (with the addition of the Shenzhou: four) ships. I am sure I will never look at my experiments with fungi in the same way again.

I am glad to be back in my own sickbay and to be dealing with bumps, bruises and trifling colds again. I feel like I need a little boredom in my life just now.

 

End Report
Doctor D. Taylor
Senior Sciences Division Chief
Chief Medical Officer

Chief Medical Officer’s Log

The past month has seen increased traffic to sickbay. As I had a bout of severe Klingon bronchitis, I was forced to engage the EMH in my absence. Never has the need for more staff in sickbay been more apparent.

CMO’s log, supplemental
I have obtained a new tribble on DS9, while simultaneously finding homes for the five “extra” creatures our Jr. Cadet son had accidentally bred. Jr. Cadet Taylor refuses to relinquish the original tribble I had been granted by the Captain for research purposes. Therefore, I will continue my (gentle) research on the newly obtained specimen. It’s a lovely, light-gray tribble with the most soothing purr… But I digress. Tribbles are fascinating creatures. I have isolated a very interesting protein from their blood that I am in the process of synthesizing for further study.
Doctor Taylor
CMO

Chief Science Officer’s Log

THIS IS THE ARCHIVED LOG FOR JANUARY FOR LTCMDR BRUNELLE OFTHE USS NARRAGANSETT

Week one: The year is off to a good start. Research is going well and we began the month with a detailed situation report to the Bridge Crew about a climate control issue. It shouldn’t snow aboard the ship. Engineering must have dropped the ball again.

Week Two: Whose idea was it to hold a whole crew meeting in my quarters? Oh, right. Mine. It seems that despite my multiple trips to sick bay this month, some sort of lingering illness has impeded my ability to make sound judgement. Nevertheless, the meeting was a success. New crew channels were created.

Week Three: Ugh will this pain never end? I should have known better than to mess with research into ancient Earth viruses. Some old fashioned remedies and a trip to sick bay or two should sort me out.

Week Four: While I understand that we can no longer use the spore drive technology, my research has shown some amazing results. Historical logs of the USS Discovery Crew have proved fascinating, as has ancientholodeck technology dubbed “PS-4”. It is amusing from a sociology and psychology perspective to examine what Earth inhabitants imagined other planets and races would look like, in games such as Destiny.