Medical Report

Posted on Tue Nov 8th, 2016 @ 7:49pm by Colonel Damian Highsmith M.Eng

Mission: Bad Moon Rising
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Mission Day 4, 1700 Hours

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"Right this way, please sir?" Sam asked. She offered him a shy smile and motioned in the general direction of the CMO's office. There really was nowhere else to talk with a goodly portion of sickbay now a morgue, and the rest a triage center.

Damian begrudgingly followed the senior enlisted woman towards the unoccupied office. He was nearly exhausted after 19 hours of being on deck and he could use a few hours of sleep and food but in less than 4 hours, he'd be expected to be back on the bridge in fighting form. Making his way into the office, Damian collapsed into the chair and looked towards the Chief. "I was told you had a report to deliver on the mass casualty op."

"Yes sir." She told him over her shoulder. She was already on the way to the replicator. She only ordered a mug of boiling water though, then opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a tea bag. She then offered the mug to the CO. "The short of it is two hundred and thirty-seven casualties, with twelve more still critical."


Damian sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "We don't have much space to store the bodies. Can we give them a regulation burial in space?" he asked, taking the mug and letting out a sniff as he took the tea bag in hand. He despised tea and the very notion of it. Setting the mug and tea bag on the desk, he looked back towards Chief Davis and waited for her response. If it came down to it, they would need to 'space' the bodies by simply sending them out of the airlock. Damian hoped with all of his might that it didn't come down to that.

"Not without taxing our supply of torpedo casings." She answered practically. She noted that the tea wasn't to his liking. So much for her plan of a relaxing chamomile tea. "Can I get you something else?" She asked.


"I'm not just going to jettison these bodies into space without a proper burial. If I wanted to do that, we might as well just left them in the escape pods. At least then they would have had a goddamn casket" he said agitatedly, folding his arms. "And I'm sure the Lieutenant has coffee around here somewhere and if he does, I'd like some." he said, his tone slightly more calm.

"Yes sir." Sam quickly slid open a panel next to the replicator. It held a rather large bag of roasted whole coffee beans. She quickly measured out a small amount and ground them, then started them brewing in the small pot that was located in the same alcove. Her instinct to see to his demands met, she sat down and thought. "Cremation?" She asked.

Damian took a deep breath as he inhaled the scent of the freshly brewing coffee- it had a sweet but strong aroma that was almost intoxicating. "Only as a last resort. Even if we can put them in stasis pods and cryogenically freeze the rest in the casings. These people gave their lives for the Federation, so I'm going to give them the burial they deserve, consequences be damned. You get me?" he asked.

"Yes sir I understand I'll make that happen." Sam replied, rather running the words together quickly.

"Good." Damian said plainly before he rose from his seat. "If you need me, I'll be in my quarters. Thanks for the drink." he said, a hint of sarcasm oozing into his voice as he rose from the chair and carefully pushed it in. Wheeling around, he tried to keep himself upright as he walked out of the office, his fingertips touching the bulkheads as he passed.

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This has been a Joint Post between

CPO Samantha Davis
Medical Admin

COL Damian Highsmith
USS Hammersley, Commanding