Log:Ebon Guard: Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls

Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls

OOC Date: November 13, 2017
Location: The Omen
Participants: Vraag Rengh, Tig Follox, Zandra naMuriel, Papo Agora, Barquo Dentoo, Ebon Guard

The status of the mother rescued from Mandalore is not looking good, she is laid on a medical bed with IVs and medical monitoring devices attached through a multitude of electrical leads that connect body to machine. Ayeeou had been by earlier to do some checking and had left a note for Papo and whoever else came in to check on the poor woman, but for now nothing seems to be working and the Ebon Guard is no nearer finding out what mysterious illness is slowly killing her.

Vraag Rengh is seated in a simple metal chair, dressed in plain clothes, and with an elbow on either knee and his face laid on his palms. He is breathing steadily in and out, his hair wild, and given how little he is moving, he is likely catching a quick nap.

Papo is nowhere in sight. She's on the ship, tucked back in the medbay with their passenger; her own eyes bear dark circles under them, but whether it's from her bender the night before or a lack of sleep and simply trying to keep someone alive remains uncertain. Dr. Agora speaks in hushed, whispered tones from where she sits, hunched over the woman with her withering hand clasped in her own. "You know..." The medic sighs, leaning back in her seat and slowly rubbing a thumb over the stranger's pale skin. "...There are better ways to spend your time than this. Have you considered that? Like healing and getting better, I've always found them to be reliable past times. Why don't you try that instead?" She groans, for now staying in the medical bay and not joining those in the crew lounge. "I'll tell you what... Just between you and me, huh? Why don't I up your pain meds a little bit? Will you work with me more if there's some incentive?" She holds a finger up to her lips, flashing the unconscious patient a wane, exhausted smile. "You can buy me a drink when this is all done."

Zan is not doctor, not Mandalorian, not much of anything other than trader and pilot. She's aware of the situation, but has mostly been staying out of everyone's way. But she's curious so she's sneaking to the crew lounge hoping to find someone who can tell her what is going on. Well, okay, maybe she's checking to make sure there is someone still left alive on the Omen, since she's not seen anyone in quite some time. It's not so quiet moving on the ship, and Zan isn't really trying to sneak, but she pauses in the doorway to the crew lounge. "Oh krif, they're all dead!" she squeaks when she spies Vraag. It takes her a couple moments to realize that the man is in fact breathing.

Tig Follox is shoving a food bar in her face as she pushes past Zan with a grunt that might resemble 'excuse me'. "Who's dead?" the woman belatedly asks as she swallows the dry bite of ship food. Her eyes swing around the crew lounge and she frowns. Sleeping Vraag is all she spies. "Vraag? Nah, he just sleeps like the dead." The Mando pilot continues into the room and slumps down into one of the comfortable, padded chairs that ring the room. "What might kill us is lack of a good damn meal," Tig warns Zan, waggling the half eaten food bar at her. "Paps," she says as she tugs out her comm. "Isn't it your turn to cook?"

"No it was my turn. Sorry." Barquo makes his way into the room laying a gentle hand Zan's shoulder "Tig is right, Vraag is a heavy sleeper, though I doubt he'll be sleeping much longer now that we're all here." he slides up to computer terminal next to Papo "Any idea what we have going on here doc?" The tone is gentle, matching papo's gentle tone to the patient.

True to Barquo's hunch, either the sound of footsteps or Tig's loud mouth causes him to grunt and stir, one hand falling out from under his chin and causing him to almost tip completely out of his chair. He catches himself with a jerk and sits back upright, giving everyone in the room a generally surly look. "Eh?" he says in a gruff voice. "What'd you say?" He lifts his hands to rub the sleep from his eyes, which are still bloodshot and give testament to the amount of sleep that he has been missing since the group brought the two Mandalorian females back with them. If the woman has heard anything that Papo has said to her, there is no outward evidence of the fact. Just the same silence that has been the previous twelve hours.

Down in the medbay, the sudden break of a voice from her comm jolts Papo, and the medic looks around guiltily before realizing that it came from an electronic source. "Only if you want to join our friend here." She replies a moment later, stifling a yawn but failing to keep it from drifting back to Tig. As Bark joins her, she straightens with a quiet "shh" to her patient. "Not even the slightest clue. I nabbed one of the parasites off the planet and I've been trying to run tests, but it doesn't show up in any records that I've found so far." She sighs. Tilting her head, she glances out the door and nods toward it with a look to Bark. "Sounds like they're getting active back there."

Tig Follox doesn't look up at the others, instead engrossed with her datapad. "Baaark," she grumbles as she taps a few things on screen. "C'mon, man. I can't live on these bricks." She says as she takes another bite. When Tig finally looks up, it's at Vraag. "You need to sleep in a bed, Cap. You're not doing anyone any good by sleeping in uncomfortable places."

Zan listens to what's said, chuckling softly. "Uhm, I'd offer to help cook, but even there you might be better off if I don't. I'm kind of a lousy cook. I can wash dishes well though." The last said almost brightly. She doesn't tell anyone what they should or shouldn't do, given she's new enough to be shy with this group still. "But I could I suppose go pick up some food if that would help? There's a nice little place that has cheap food. Course I don't know what it's made of, I admit."

"We all eat those bricks on a day to day basis Tig, you'll learn to love em." A chuckle and then the slicer looks seriously at the patient before he says "Tell me what you data you have Doc. Maybe other people have encountered this in the Universe. Give me symptoms, definitions of the worm, stuff that I wouldn't know what to look up and I'll dig up traces for it. It can't hurt to see what other people have encountered in this galaxy." He rotates his chair so his hands are poised over the screen looking hopefully at Papo.

Vraag grunts again in reply to Tig, though if it is in the affirmative or not is anyone's guess. The man stands up, lifting his arms high over his head and arching his back in a mighty stretch accompanied by a loud yawning roar. Dropping his arms to his sides he scratches his stomach idly before saying, "I can sleep when we don't have a dying woman unconscious in our med bay. Just haven't been able to sleep lately when I lay down. Too much going on in my mind." He walks across the open flooring separating the lounge chairs from the open doorway of the med bay and peeks his head in, looking over the three there but not saying anything.

"I'm going to stay with her a little longer if you want to get started on food before Tig eats one of us instead." Papo teases the slicer, resting her elbows against the woman's medical cot with a sigh. "The worm is over there, you can see it yourself, but I can't find any /data/ on it. That's the problem." In a small, glass vial beside a microscope, a red worm flails and squirms. The medic drills her thumb and forefinger into her forehead and, in the deadpan tone of one reciting information that they have read over and over and over, continues: "yellow eyes means her liver is failing, I've got her on dialysis but -" she waves at the woman. "Obviously it's not stopping it. We've run every test imaginable but at this point it's just pain management." She glances over at Vraag as the scruffy-haired boss pokes his head in. "You look like shit." She comments, brightly.

"Yeah, because /some/ people don't cook when it's their turn!" Tig snorts back at Bark as she snaps off another bite of 'food'. "On the way to Mandalore I at least heated up some noodles for everyone. You wouldn't even have to do the dishes!" She exclaims with a hand wave at Zan. But there are, of course, far more pressing things. The pilot heaves a sigh and melts into the chair. Her eyes follow Vraag as he moves. But, for now, she sits quietly and keeps an ear trained on the med bay across the room.

Zan shrugs. "I'm happy to do that, if i can," she says. She watches Vraag as he heads over, but stays where she is. Almost like she's ready to run at any moment. Though she's not moving. "Dishes that is. If I cook, it'll be worse than what you've currently got." She shrugs a bit. "It sounds like there's a bit of a mess." That might be understatement, sure. But she's trying to think what could possibly be going on. Not that she's likely able to figure out anything, but she's at least trying. That might explain the smoke coming out of her ears.

The slicer nods his head a bit before eyeing the worm and then turning his attention back to the screen. His eyes fly across the screen and dozens upon dozens of pages flash past the brown eyes of the slicer. There is a bit of click of the tongue and barquo frowns a bit. "I don't know if this is helpful or not..." he leans back reading and then says "A few years ago some guy was talkign about some sort of bug that was genetically engineered to be a weapon." theres a shake of the head and then he reads on "Krif seems to be some similarities to what we have here."

Vraag listens to what Barquo reads aloud, and the furrowing of his brow and the frown on his face seems to speak to the fact that he isn't above thinking that this may be some sort of related issue. His gray eyes move from Barquo to the woman and back again before he says, "An insect weapon? Does it say what the symptoms of those bitten were? Or if they found a way to halt the poison or sickness or whatever the hell this is?"

"Of course." Papo groans. "Of /course/ it matches the kriffing bio weapon." She rests a hand against Jane Doe's forehead with a softly crooned "but you're being treated by warriors, there's not a fight we can't win, love." She pushes herself upright and waves at the two men. "Okay, both of you get out of my medbay. No talk of bio-weapons in front of the patient." Unconscious or not. "There are other terminals, shoo!" Someone's bossy.

Tig Follox is 'eating'. It isn't quiet, either. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. Her gaze is swinging around thoughtfully. Zan, the medbay, her datapad. Dry gulp. When the clear voice of Papo rings out, Tig hums out that 'oooommm' sound that every child knows means another child is in trouble.

Zan blinks, giving Tig a bemused look, and then she chuckles briefly. Cause she can't help it. She shakes her head, and stays where she is. "Well, if it's a weapon," she says softly, "Then does that mean it was deliberately let loose? Or somehow accidentally got loose?" A pause. "I suppose that doesn't matter much, unless it helps to figure out how to cure it."

There is a quick transfer of information from the computer in front of him to his mobile datapad. He is still digging through files as he walks out of the med bay and plops himself down into a lightly cushioned chair. His brown eyes are darting around the pad "Some of this is conspiracy non-sense but it looks like it's founded in actual events." he pulls his legs under him not stopping his research once. "Was developed to make up for having a lack of soldiers in an area by some military group..." he smacks the datapad and looks up at everyone around "...only known uses have been in desert terrain." He frowns and goes back to scanning the screen.

Vraag looks toward Papo and for one moment it looks like he is going to argue, and then he turns on his heel and heads back toward the common space and the other two. His eyes drift toward Zandra and he can only shrug in reply, "I wouldn't put it past those bastards to have put out some kind of weaponized bug... but damn I hope that isn't the case. These people are so poor and beat down... what would be the point? What resistance could they be giving?"

No sooner do Barquo and Vraag sit down than there are alarms going off in the med bay. The monitoring devices are blaring warnings as the woman's vitals begin to race, her heart rate races at a dangerous rate, her swollen limbs jerking upward and reaching wildly for the IV and electrical leads stuck to her body.

YEAH Papo runs this - "Sithspit." The medic swears wildly and hollers into the crew lounge. "Okay I lied, come back!" She rushes in a mad scramble of needles and whirring electronics, hastily prepping a sedative. "Someone hold her down!"

Tig Follox jolts on the chair, sitting up with wide eyes. She snaps her attention to the medical bay area. Quickly she stands and strides for the other room, tossing the rest of her bar into the trash. "What can I do?" she asks of Papo right as Papo barks an order out. Tig jumps in, getting a hold on the woman's shoulders.

Zan's eyes widen and she starts to move to help as well. Though she's got absolutely no clue what to do, so she stands back, out of the way, letting everyone else get there to help if they can. "Do we need anything fetched from anywhere?" she offers. Boiling water or something? Surely?

Barquo Dentoo slides his datapad onto the table in front of him quickly and leaps over the table in a mad dash to get to the Med bay. He looks around the room quickly upon entry and runs to the womans left side trying to get her wrists down by her side "Yeah Zan, if you wouldn't mind getting this nice ladys..." he jerks the wrists down trying not to hurt the woman "...FEET! That would be lovely."

Vraag is a big guy and he knows when that size would be more of a hinderance than a help. Crammed into a room with four other people around a hospital bed along with tons of medical monitoring systems is for sure one of those times where he would for sure be in the way. So he does what he thinks is best and stays outside looking through the doorway like some kind of worried bear. "What's going on?" he yells into the room, partly to be heard over the wailing alarms and partly in complete shock.

The woman's eyes are open, the whites are to the point now where they are a muddy yellow. Her arms and legs strain against her captors as strongly as their emaciated and sickly strength will allow. The people grabbing hold of her will feel something strange, indeed! Her skin doesn't really feel like skin anymore, but is squishy and feels sort of like a water balloon wrapped in thin and fragile skin. Despite her being so cold to the touch, it almost feels like she is sweating profusely and hands will most certainly be wet.

"Honey, honey, honey, shhh, shush, you're okay, you're okay." Papo continues to croon in the same, even tone as she fills the hypo-injector with a liquid so yellow it almost matches the patient's eyes. "Breathe, breathe, breathe..." As te rest hold her down and Vraag shouts from afar, the medic injects the sedative into the existing IV with a look up at Tig. Her eyes are shadowed by a lack of sleep, and though her expression is empty and hard in 'doctor mode', but the swimming slur of panic is evident.

"Oh gods," Tig groans, twisting her head sharply to the side. "What... is wrong... /gods/." Something bubbles of in her voice. She sounds nauseated. Is it the brick coming back to say hi? For now, it seems, Tig maintains her composure and presses the squishy woman down to the bed. "Papo, /do/ something for krif's sake! Something is wrong!" Like, more wrong than usual.

Zan does as asked, and tries to have the feet held down. But she's really finding it nauseating. So she's slowly going green. Are her hands wet? Oh no, her hands are wet! this is not good. There is a little flinch as Bark puts his hands on the womans wrists. "Sithspit what the hell!?" His hands try to hold the woman as gently as he can. He doesn't want to puncture the womans skin like he feels like there is a possiblity to do. "I didn't get to the part where they talked about this in my files Papo!"

The woman says nothing in reply to Papo as she attempts to soothe her. Swollen lips press together as if she were trying to keep herself from vomiting, but it is very likely with the swelling around the rest of her body that she is simply in that much of discomfort. She continues to strain against Barquo, Tig, and Zandra as the sedatives begin to enter the woman's bloodstream. Frantic eyes seeking escape are replaced by terror filled ones as the woman holds Papo's gaze and then she begins to relax to the lull of medically induced sleep. As her body relaxes, muscles loosening, the woman's body begins to collapse inward as a tear forms in the thin flesh of her chest and stomach, a milky sort of water suddenly spilling free through her clothing and pouring out across the bed and toward the floor. Arms and legs suddenly begin to collapse as the water causing their swelling rushes back toward the now open cavity of her torso.

From where Vraag stands, he recoils away from the room and yells, "What the fuck!?"

"I /know/ somethings wrong." Papo grumbles, gingerly putting a finger to the woman's skin. "I just... I've never seen this before." She admits without disgust, carefully testing the buoyancy of the skin before snapping her gaze over to Bark. "Well damn, Bark, read more files?!" And then it's worse. "Shit shit shit shit -" she's scrambling away. Gauze, /anything/ that can help her out. "Don't touch it!" She warns, uselessly.

Hrk. Oh gods. HRRK. Tig wheels backwards as the woman collapses like a milky, boney souffle. Her eyes are screwed shut so she runs into another medbay station, knocking loose some medical instruments that clatter to the floor. Ooooh gods. She loses her lunch. Which, thankfully, is only chewed up bar. Tig stumbles towards the exit, flailing a little as she attempts to get the /fuck/ away from whatever the hell just happened. "Is it contagious?!" Tig is asking in a blind, shrill voice. "IS IT?!" Bark, you can probably belay that cooking order, pal.

Zan reels back as well, simply stepping backwards as fast as she can. Whatever is behind her, that's what she runs into, possibly right backwards into Vraag. Her hands and arms are held out in front of her, not touching anything, not doing anything, except getting more green and then throwing up in the first corner.

Blank brown eyes stare in front of Barquo before there is a movement in his chest. He clasps a hand over his mouth and chest dashing to the nearest receptical and vomiting into a sink. There is a soft groan before he says "Still want me to cook Tig?" hands clasp the edge of the sink and Barquo looks back at the woman before burrying his face in the sink and vomiting again.

Vraag is the person that Zandra backs into, the large Mandalorian seeing the impact coming moments before the smaller woman reaches him. Two large hands clamp down onto her shoulders, holding her upright in case she should stumble from bumping into him, and then holding her firmly /away/ from him as she begins to vomit. The Mandalorian leader looks green himself, but he holds it together as he stares at the bed and the empty wet clothes where the woman had been. "She's gone.... someone will have to tell the daughter...." is all he manages to say.

Papo Agora doesn't vomit. She doesn't say anything - she stands over the dead woman with a blank expression before she turns and punches the wall, hard. Her knuckles split in a spray of blood and the crack of cartilage as she ruins her hand in one fell swoop. "I'll tell her." She finally growls. Blood dripping down her fingers to the floor

A forearm wipes spittle away from his mouth as Barquo looks over a the doc. He looks down at the floor before walking over to grab some gauze that Papo was going for earlier. He sets it in front of Papo and says "I'll tell her, you take care of yourself doc." he turns around and starts heading to the door "We all lost on this one." he says biting his cheek.

Zan gets stopped by Vraag and at least she doesn't go flying off to throw up all over the walkways. She catches her breath, making a face at the horrid taste in her mouth. "Wash your arms and hands," she says. "Just in case." That thought is about all she's got in her head.

Vraag nods his head to both Paps and to Barquo, the Mandalorian leader seeming simply at a loss for words. He stands there in the doorway for a few moments before he says, "I'll have the droids come and clean everything up and get....everything in order. Everyone take the rest of the day off and get some rest. There's nothing anyone could have done.... nothing we can do. Try and get some sleep." With that, the man turns and heads off somewhere else in the large ship.