Brett:
 Summary: Shocked by what they have seen, the Away Team rushes back toward their
shuttlecraft, hoping to escape the Horror Show they seem to have stumbled into.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "The Corialis Incident - Part 4">>>>

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::pushing the pace back to the shuttle with the rest of the AT::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::Phaser out, running, looking out for anything moving that is not part of the AT,
ready to shoot it::

Brett:
 Action: The away team rushes through the darkened colony toward the airlock door.
Behind them, they can see the silent shapes of a dozen colonists shambling jerkily
toward them, shadows and sillouhettes int he dim light.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::running back towards the shuttle with the rest of the group, making sure to keep
a firm grip on his bag, and holding his phaser in the other hand::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Get the airlock open.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::Running like she was taught, she never missed a step and turns her head to make
sure the rest are keeping up::

Brett:
 Action: The group arrives at the airlock door, it is still open to their side.
The outer door is closed.

XO_Mash`ev:
 @:: Looks over medical systems lock down, verifying everything is working. ::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::Sees the airlock door and pulls it open and stands there watching the rest
jumping through the door::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: The interdoor is open, did we do that?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: I do not think we closed it.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CTO: I believe it was left open cause all I did was pull it?

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: I wonder if anything else has decided to go in there?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::exitst the dome, hears the CMO and frowns::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: I think we should scan it.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::exits the dome with the CSO, looking around::

CO_Mordane:
 @XO: Any word from the Away Team, Chief?  ::growing agitated at his enforced
inaction::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Close the door... once we are all out...

Brett:
 INFO: The group enters the airlock, and seals the inner door, allowing them
to start the cycle if they wish to exit to the shuttle pad.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Can you sense any emotions on the shuttle side of the air lock... that don't
belong to us?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @CO: They're on their way back to the shuttle. The should be there any minute.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::is getting slightly upset at the time it is taking for the cycle to complete::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::tries to sense if there is anything on the outer part of the door::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::turns phaser up to max::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: I am not sure? ::looking at his arm, it is pretty nasty:: I feel something,
but I can't really tell you much more.  You should activate the shuttle and see
if you can move it as close to the outer door as possible, just in case...

Brett:
 Action: The cycle ends and the outer door raises revealing the windswept and
dark planetary surface.

Brett:
 INFO: The shuttle sits as it was left, illuminated by the pad lights.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::watchs as the doors open, sets his phaser to max and readies to leave with
the group::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks out:: All: Alright everyone.... keep your eyes peeled.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::moves towards the shuttle::

Brett:
 Action: In the gloom beyond the shuttle, moving toward the pad across the
rain-soaked ground, is a line of colonists shambling clumsily. They have not
yet reached the pad and are about twenty meters away from the shuttle.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::walks with the CSO to the group, phaser ready, and arm light turned on::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::points to the group coming:: CSO: We need to hurry, now

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::sees the zombies::  All: Everybody move!

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::heads for the shuttle::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::runs for the shuttle::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::pulls her phaser and her bone knife and falls behind the AT and goes into
protection mode::  ALL: Make for the shuttle post haste.  I will cover you.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::arrives and runs up the ramp and hops into the pilot seat and starts things up::

Brett:
 Action: A look back shows gloomy shadows beating on the interior of the dome,
trying in vain to reach the fleeing AT.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::crouching and watches and listens intently as she backs slowly towards
the shuttle::

Brett:
 Action: As the team stumbles into the shuttle, the first of the colonists, a
miner by the look of his clothing, reaches the pad.  He stretches out his hands,
trying to close the five meter distance to the group before they close the
shuttle and seal off his meal.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: Everyone in?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::sounds harried for a Vulcan::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ALL: Everyone safe and not scratched or bitten?

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::last to enter the shuttle and reachs up and hits the control pad to
close the door::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::closes the shuttle door and starts the shuttle's launch sequence::

Brett:
 Action: The shuttle's hatch rises, too slowly for anyone's liking, and the
colonist's fingers scrabble on its edge before losing their grip. The hatch
seals shut.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CMO: Please scan all of us.  I want nothing going back with us.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Doctor Llewellyn has already been... ::stops as the Doctor speaks::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::holds up arm:: CTO: What do you think?

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::looks at the arm::  CMO: I think you should scan yourself and then let me
erect a forcefield around you for quarantine purposes only. It is nothing other
than a precaution.

Brett:
 Action: As the shuttle lifts off, the landing lights show the group of colonists
standing below, arms stretching upward in vain.  Sightless eyes stare blankly at
the departing ship.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::Peels off his already torn suit to get a better look at his arm. Looks at the
door as it shuts::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::rises up through the atmosphere, somewaht relieved::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CTO: You are not going to place me in a force field where I can't get to the
equipment to test myself as well as the sample I brought back. Besides, you
have already taken off your helmet.

Brett:
 INFO: The doctor's arm looks grim. Stretching from the bloody bite on his wrist,
dark lines run up his arm marking his vein pathways all the way to the shoulder.
The limb is pale with a greyish tint, though it still functions normally.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::tosses his suit to the side and looks at his arm. It is very pale, and has
streaks going up his arm::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CMO: I realize that but you were injured. Open skin aids in the rapid dispersion
of what ever poison or substance to move faster than inhaleing it.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::reaches orbit and contacts the delphyne:: *XO*: We have escaped the planet...
however the doctor has been... deeply injured.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::runs the medical tricorridor over his arm:: CSO: I need your assistance with
testing some samples.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: I will take the controls..

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CTO: Thank you Doctor ::said with a smirk::

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: Yes, I recall, lieutenant. Keep us informed of your progress.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods as he does:: CTO: Thank you, pull along side the Delphyne... but do not
board her... the XO had set a specific distance.... ::frowns as she does not
remember what that was now::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: Undestood... what was the distance you wanted the shuttle to maintain
from the Delphyne?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: I am here... what do you need me to help with?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: 1000 meters.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: I have scanned my arm, and found tiny parasitic life forms in my blood
which could be why we saw them when we scanned for lifeforms from the Delphyne.
They are feeding on my tissues as they move thoughout my body.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Keep 1000 meters from the Delphyne.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::for a brief moment looks at the CMO with eyes of concern:: CMO: How does one
fight parasitic infection?

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: Understood.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ~~~CSO: Syrna, if these things are going to cause me to turn into what ever
we saw on the planet, I want you to... ::pauses as he tries to get his thoughts
in order::~~~

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ~~~CMO: Understood.~~~

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::nods at the CSO::

XO_Mash`ev:
 @CO: They're in the shuttle and gaining orbit now, sir.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: Well, these are not like any I have seen before. The goal is to kill
the parasite without harming the host which is sometimes very difficult.

CO_Mordane:
 @*CSO*: I want a full report once you're in a stable position, Lt.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *CO/XO*: The doctor has been infected with the parasites... presently they are
feeding on his tissues while they move through his body. We cannot treat him here.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 *XO*: Sir, it is a wise idea to beam over some medical equipment so the CSO
and the CMO can study the sample that was brought back.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Scan the freighter and tell me if the same parasites are on that ship.

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CTO*: Hold that thought, lieutenant.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Would a full transfusion work?

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: Understood.  ::begins to scan the freighter for the same parisites::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: Probably not. They could've moved out of my bloodstream and into my tissues.

CO_Mordane:
 @XO: I don't want that thing on my ship, Chief.  Do you think they can handle
it with the supplies we can beam over or are we going to have to bring them aboard?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods looking at his arm:: CMO: Amputation?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @CO: I'm hoping we can beam the necessary supplies to them. If not, maybe we can
set up a cargo bay as a triage station and lock it out completely from the rest
of the ship.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: Lets not get to drastic, just yet

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: We need better analytical equipment that much is certain... and I do not
know how much we can do from here

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: Sir, it is too late for that now. The best idea is to make the scanners
super-sensitive.  There are parasites and bacteria on planets and ships that
are able to slip through the scanning processes unless you refine the scanners
to their smallest point.

Brett:
 Action: The CMO begins sweating as a fever sets in.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: On Earth, in the early 20 first century, herbs were used to destroy parasites.
There has to be something that will kill them without causing fatal harm to me?

CO_Mordane:
 @*CSO/CMO*: Give us a list of the supplies you'll need.  We'll need some time
to set up a containment area.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Do it... ::then hears the CO::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::feels a fever set in:: CSO: What about using the transporter to filter them
out, beam me to a biocontainted area on the Del and then yourself over to assist?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *CO*: Aye sir.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CMO:  If I were back on the ship I could get to my medicine bag and my herbs
but here I have no access to it. I should be able to do something to help ease
the spread or perhaps kill it.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Doctor... I need you to focus... give a list of equipment you would need
to the Delphyne. They are setting up containment area now.

CO_Mordane:
 @XO: Chief, set up cargo bay one as a containment area. Isolate all enviornmental
controls, close off all outtakes, and seal the doors.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::graps a padd, and types up list and hands it to the CSO::

XO_Mash`ev:
 @CO: Aye, sir.  :: Starts issueing orders to Medical, Science and Engineering
to comply with the Captain's order. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks over the list and nods and transmitts the list to the Delphyne:: *CO*:
Sending list now.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::the fever is causing him to chill::

Brett:
 <CTO_Running_Horse> *CSO*: Scan complete. There are parasites on the ship but
only... two?

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::scans himself to see how high his fever is::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks concerned at the CMO::

CO_Mordane:
 ::forwards the list to the Medical team with instructions to beam it over to
the shuttlecraft::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Two?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *CO*: The freighter apparently has only two of the parasites... we could go aboard
there and use their sickbay... prevent the Delphyne from being exposed.

Brett:
 <CTO_Running_Horse> CSO: That is what it says. ::Points to the scan results:: They
seem to be larger than normal, though...

CO_Mordane:
 @*CSO*: Do it, I want to avoid further contamination at all costs.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *CO*: Understood.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::scans the CTO::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Fly us over to the freighter... and scan for its infirmary... tell me if
there is life support there or not.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: I don't beleive what has effected me is airborn. The CTO shows no signs
of being affected.  I am also going to point out that the frighter probably isn't
safe.  I am completly confident that the biocontainment fields on the Delphyne
would be more then enough.

Brett:
 <CTO_Running_Horse> ::Directs the shuttle toward the Panama City::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Two of them we can probably handle... I got my phaser set to kill. That
should disintegrate anythgn that approaches us...

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: Besides the need of the many outweigh the few or the one...

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO: What about their med bay? I don't think it is up to par with the
Delphyne's. Okay, remember what I told you earlier, that if I change... well,
I really don't want to and, well, I want to do eveyrthing I can to save myself
and going to the Panama City doen't sound like the most logical choice?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *XO*: Are there deck plans for the Panama City? I want them on this PADD if I
can get them.

XO_Mash`ev:
 @CO: It's going to take about 20 minutes to secure a cargo bay with redundant
force fields and failsafes in place.

Brett:
 <CTO_Running_Horse> CSO: The freighter has life support.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::injects himself with an antibiotic in hopes that nothing else will try
to take hold while his immune system is down; also, runs the bioregenerator
over his arm, hoping to slow the degenerative process::

XO_Mash`ev:
 @*CSO*: We'll pull deck plans for the Panama City from the scans we took
earlier and send them to you.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods:: CTO: Great... to the air lock then... and tell me when those
parasites get any where near our present location. ::ponders:: Can the
tricorders be set up to scan for the microorganisms?

CO_Mordane:
 @XO: Keep on it.  If for some reason they can't access the freighter's
medical facilities, we'll need it... and, frankly, even if they do they're all
staying in confinement for 24 hours once they get back, anyhow.

Brett:
 <CTO_Running_Horse> CSO: They aren't really micro- anymore.  The ones on the
ship seem to be about the size of a handball.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow:: CTO: Fascinating... but good for us...

XO_Mash`ev:
 @CO: Aye. We'll get it done as soon as possible.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: Get us attached to the air lock... and I will plot a course through the
ship to get to their sickbay.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::the wound on his arm closes, and the color returns somewhat::  CSO: Did he
say the size of handballs? Have you ever heard of a mirco- growing to such size?

XO_Mash`ev:
 @ :: Extracts deck plans for the Panama City from the scans the Delphyne made
and sends them to the shuttle. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::gets the plans and starts working on a direct route to the sickbay::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: No, neither have I.... it is why it is unusual. ::keeps working:: Could
it be, perhaps, they have grown from individual single celled entitities to multi-
celled organisims that have taken over a host body? ::almost shudders thinking
about it but remains stoically Vulcan on the outside::

Brett:
 Action: The shuttle docks at the freighter's airlock.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 CSO:  I have never heard of it, well I have but it took millions of years
for a single celled organizim to develop into a mulit celled one, and I don't
think it is physically possible for a single celled organisum to get that large,
but then again::looks at his arm::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: Sir we are hard docked to the freighter.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO/TO: Keep a sharp eye out... as well as your phaser.. and check
your tricorders as we go inside.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: Sir, with all due respect, I know my job.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CTO: I meant no insult... please understand my concern.

CTO_Running_Horse:
 ::pulls her phaser rifle out and puts her hand phaser in its place and makes
sure her bone knife is on her belt::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: I understand your concern and I don't want anything else to go wrong with
this away mission.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::grabs med bag, and phaser and prepares to leave with the rest::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::pulls phaser out and holds PADD in the other one:: CTO: I have our directions
for the most direct route to the sickbay... ::waggles her padd:: I will tell you
which turns to make.

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::the fever is really seting in, he is starting to feel weak, but carries on::

CTO_Running_Horse:
 CSO: Understood.  Just tell me which way and I will get you there.  ::notices
the CMO is not well::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::sees the CMO is a bit woosy:: All: Lets hurry...

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods to the CTO to open the door and start their trek to the sickbay::

CMO_Llewellyn:
 ::walks as fast as he can with the AT::

Brett:
 Action: The away team cycles the airlock, and the inner door opens on a narrow
corridor inside the Panama City.  The freighter is small and cramped and the walls,
decking and ceiling are metal plate or grating - a utilitarian ship.

Brett:
 INFO: The interior lights are on but spaced far apart, creating pools of shadow
in the confined space

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::quietly as she sees the shadows:: Self: Logic... form... function...

XO_Mash`ev:
 @CO: The cargo bay will be ready in about 5 minutes.

CO_Mordane:
 @XO: Understood... nice work, Chief.

Brett:
 Action: The team creeps through the submarine like corridor, their wrist and
rifle lights panning the walls and walkways, creating eerie shadows and illuminating
the dark spaces between equipment and hose bundles.  The ship creaks ominously,
the only other sounds their breathing and metallic footsteps.

Brett:
 <<<<Pause>>>>