Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho sits a a back booth in the Downtime =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Enters the lounge and stretches with a yawn=-
Tycho Celchu: -= notices Wedge and holds up a glass of Lum..waving him over =-
Mike Ngo: =Enters downtime, wiping sleep away from his eyes::
Gavin Darklighter: ::he is on patrol with Ooryl ::
Wedge Antilles: -=Nods and walks over to Tycho's booth=-
Tycho Celchu: -= orders a new round of drinks and smiles =- I hate those damn diplomatic trips...dont you? -= he says with a half hearted smile =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::the patrol has gone un eventfull, not the usual rogue patrol::
Wedge Antilles: -=Sits down with a smile=- Yeah my mouth hurts from so many fake smiles.
Ooryl Qyrgg: C> Gavin...you are .27 parsecs off course. Do you require assistance?
Gavin Darklighter: huh? :;he looks at his board::
Tycho Celchu: -= smiles tiredly =- Im just glad we ware back home
Gavin Darklighter: ::he notices the change:: C>umm..no, I'm just feeling a bit weaird I'll be fine in a few
Mike Ngo: ::has recovered from the hangover from last night's diplomatic dinner::
Gavin Darklighter: ::he dives, and heads back to Ooryll:: ::his head begins to spin as he does::
Wedge Antilles: -=Rubs his hand over his unshaven face trying to wipe away the tiredness=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: C> Copy that, stay tight, we are nearing a stellar Singularity, gravity is strong here
Gavin Darklighter: ::he vision starts to double::
Tycho Celchu: -= the drinks arrive and he looks at Mike =- Why didnt you have dinner with us Capt?
Gavin Darklighter: C> Copy....that...
Mike Ngo: ::looks at Tycho, confused:: What dinner?
Tycho Celchu: -= frowns =- The diplomatic dinnar thatr ALL of us were to attend
Ooryl Qyrgg: Ooryl C> You are veering again, are you sure you are ok Gavin?
Gavin Darklighter: C> negative I'm seeing two of you... ::his head spins agian::
Mike Ngo: well not everybody then if you didn't see me there right?
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= vectors left to try and crowd gavin back on course =-
Tycho Celchu: -= smiles =- Well, you didnt miss much
Gavin Darklighter: ::he feels his body, get tired and he slumps back:: ::he blacks out::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= his droid recives telemetry from TC =- Sithspit! -= he engages his tractor and hauls gavins fighter next to his =-
Ooryl Qyrgg: C> Ooryl to Commander Antilles...come in please
Tycho Celchu: -= sits back and sips his Lum...rubbing at an ache in his belly =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Pulls out his beeping comlink=- Antilles here.
Ooryl Qyrgg: C> Something is Wrong with Gavin...he has lost consiousness
Mike Ngo: ::eats his standard breakfast sandwich and "orange" juice For breakfast::
Wedge Antilles: C> Is everything under control?
Ooryl Qyrgg: C> I have activated my fighter tractor and will be towing him in... will be there in 20 min
Wedge Antilles: C> Copy that I'll have a med team waiting in the bay. Keep me posted.
Tycho Celchu: -= a sharp pain hits him =- I dont...feel, so....we... -= he falls to the floor =-
Mike Ngo: ::looks to wedge after hearing that comment:: ::turns to tycho:: ::turns to wedge again:: umm,
Wedge Antilles: -=Kneels down out of his chair=- Tycho? -=Shakes him a bit=- This isn't a good time for a joke...
Tycho Celchu: -= no response. skins is cold to touch and is sweating profusely =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Get's back on the com to the medbay=- C> I need two med teams assembled!
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= Ooryl clears the glide path for the hanger and a tug relives him of gavins fighter =-
Wedge Antilles: C> One to the main bay and one to the lounge asap! Antilles Out!
Gavin Darklighter: ::his head is on the side resting on the canopy, his clothes are wet sticking to him::
Med Techs: C> Copy, Medics are enroute
Mike Ngo: ::drops his sandwich and runs to tycho::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= Ooryl lands and the tug sets Gavins fighter down on the deck beside his as a med team runs in =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::his body is limp, as if he was dead::
Med Techs: -= medics run into the Downtime =-
Med Techs: MED Tech - Whats the problem here?
Gavin Darklighter: ::his pulse is faist as is his breathing::
Wedge Antilles: He just collapsed.
Mike Ngo: ::turns:: he's sick, just suddenly dropped, don't know what happened::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= Ooryl makes his way to the Med BAy with Gavin and the Med team =-
Med Techs: -= med tech examins Tycho ,,,then looks up =- We need to get him in Bacta..NOW!
Wedge Antilles: -=Gets up and out of the med teams way=-
DESCRIPTION: -= the med techs load up Tycho and head off to the med bay as fast as they can =-
Mike Ngo: ::thinks "oh my god, medics that are actually hurrying for a change":::gets out of the way::
Gavin Darklighter: ::he remians still as T.C. opens the canopy his head lifts with it then falls to the other side::
DESCRIPTION: -------- Scene shifts to Med Bay , Gavin is already floating in bacta and Ooryl watches ----
Wedge Antilles: -=follows the team=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::floating, still unconscious::
Mike Ngo: ::follows the med team::
DESCRIPTION: -= a 21B attaches monitors as med techs strip Tycho and put him in a tank as well =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Enters the bay and sees the droid at work=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= looks over at Wedge and snaps to attention saluting =-
Wedge Antilles: -=returns it=- As you were
Mike Ngo: ::enters with wedge and turns his attention to the tanks::
Wedge Antilles: How are they?
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= returns to a comfortable stance and nods at Mike as he walks in =- They apparently have the same signs and symptoms according to the 21B droid
Wedge Antilles: -=His legs go numb as blackness slams into his head=-
Mike Ngo: ::He returns the nod:: What in blazes happened out there?
Wedge Antilles: -=He takes a few small steps before falling to the floor=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= with deft speed he rushs to Wedges side =-
Wedge Antilles: -=He hits the floor hard with a loud thud=-
Mike Ngo: ::Gasps, he turns around 180 towards wedge::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= he catchs Wedge's head before it hits the deck =- What is going on here?
Med Techs: -= a med tech comes to wedges side...after a moment he looks up =- Same thing as the other two! Get him into a tank as Well!!!
DESCRIPTION: -= techs swarm wedge and repeat the process they had just finished for Tycho =-
Mike Ngo: ::eyes wide, he looks to Orryl::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= gets ups and looks at MIke =- Are you goning to collapse as well, Capt?
Mike Ngo: I rather hope not... ::is silent for a feew moments:: I don't feel anything... ::shrugs::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= regards Mike then the Droid =- Any other instances of this?
DESCRIPTION: 21B C> Mirax Terrik Horn and Myn Donos were brought in about an hour ago with the same symptoms
Mike Ngo: ::tries to think::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= his jaw pincers slam shut =- Sithspit! -= looks at Mike =- I belive your in charge now untill relived by a superior. What are we to do?
Mike Ngo: Orryl.... dinner last night.... were you there?
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= thinks =- Yes, Ooryl was present. Why ?
Mike Ngo: okay.... everyone else too i take it...
Ooryl Qyrgg: The only ones not present were yourself, Commander Loran, and Lt Ven
Mike Ngo: That's probably the best time we all could have been exposed to any kind of airborne agent or something... or maybe the food. Loran and Ven are okay right? where are they?
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= thinks =- Would not the security systems have detected an airborne agent?
Corran Horn: -=walks in slowly and lets out a powerful sneeze that forces him to catch himself on a nearby table=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= hangs his head =- Commander Loran is on leave and due back today. Lt Ven is at the Judical HQ at the Palace
Mirax Terrik Horn: ::she floats in a tank, looking dead::
Mike Ngo: well, I guess so... ::turns and sees corran::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= looks over at Corran =- Ooryl does not belive you look well
Mike Ngo: Commander? ::waves a few medics over::
Mirax Terrik Horn: ::she remains motion less infront of them next to Wedge's tank::
DESCRIPTION: -= med techs come to Corrans side and begin scanning him =-
Corran Horn: -=manages a weak smile=- I've definitely been better
Med Techs: -= the med techs look at one another =- Hes sick too
Corran Horn: Thanks, but I think I could have told you that
Mike Ngo: I hope this stuff isn't contagious
Ooryl Qyrgg: It does not appear to be effecting him as fast though
Jagged Fel: -=Crisp military steps can be heard approaching the sliding see-through door=-
Mike Ngo: Could have been food poisoning but you'd think that kind of stuff would be checked too, like the airborne agents
DESCRIPTION: -= another crew of med techs bring in a stretcher with Kell Tainer passed out on it =-
Jagged Fel: -=The door swishes up and Colonel Fel walks in=-
Mike Ngo: ::he turns:: ::salutes:: Colonel...
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= notices Fel walk in =- But Ooryl ate as well, .....
Corran Horn: -=sits down quickly as a wave of nausea and vertigo pass over him=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= salutes the Col =-
Jagged Fel: What's going on here?? -=with a slight edge in his voice=- -=Glances at the alien captain and after a moment returns it=-
Mike Ngo: Rogues and Wraiths are dropping left and right, sir
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= drops the salute =- We are attempting to figure it out sir
Mike Ngo: ::drops salute::
Jagged Fel: Any leads as of yet, Captain Ngo?
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= looks around as Kell is dropped in a tank and notices Dia comming in on another stretcher =-
Mike Ngo: Well sir, the way i see it, last night's diplomatic dinner might have been the cause...
Med Techs: -= med tech looks over Corran =- Can we get you into a tank please?
Mike Ngo: since that's the best time something like this could have been exposed to all of us
Jagged Fel: Hmm, I was there but I only had things to drink.
DESCRIPTION: 21B > I have sent for more tanks.....i have reports of more victims comming in.
Mike Ngo: I think I was drunk or something, either way i don't remember being at the dinner
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= thinks =- Ooryl has a suggestion....sir
Mike Ngo: ::turns to ooryl::
Corran Horn: to MedTech: There are others worse off than me, I'll be fine for the time being
Jagged Fel: -=raises an eyebrow=- Yes?
Med Techs: -= tech nods reluctantly and walks over to assist getting Dia into a tank =-
Ooryl Qyrgg: Why not contact the Diplomatic party and see if any of them are sick?
Mike Ngo: ::turns to the Col and shrugs::
Ooryl Qyrgg: If I recall correctly the Sullustian delegation ate heavily that night
Corran Horn: I like that idea, if it's only us then it could be possible sabotage
Jagged Fel: I'll see what I can find out.
Corran Horn: We still don't know how powerful this virus is, if this is some plan to take down Rogue and Wraith squads, we need to find out who's behind it because we may have an enemy we don't know about
Tycho Celchu: -= another stretcher comes in...Winter is laid out cold upon it =-
Jagged Fel: -=Turns to his droid=- Droid go and get all the info you can on some of the main diplomatic figures at last nights dinner.
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods at Corran =- Agreed
Mike Ngo: ::nods as well::
Jagged Fel: -=Droid beeps obviously not liking his master to well, but complies with the order=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= thinks =- Where is Major Janson?
Mike Ngo: ::looks around the tanks to try to find him:: was he at the dinner?
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods =- He was
Jagged Fel: -=Walks around the room looking in all the tanks searching=- -=Sees his uncle in a tank towards the rear, but keeps looking=-
Mike Ngo: anything yet Col? ::looking around::
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= takes out his comlink =- C> Oorly to Major Janson...come in please!
Jagged Fel: I don't see him here
Mike Ngo: me neither...
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= shakes head =- No response
Jagged Fel: -=Finishes up looking in the last of the tanks not seeing Janson or the other person he was looking for=-
Mike Ngo: ::frowns::
Jagged Fel: -=Pops out from behind the tanks=- If this is serious stuff he could be in trouble. Passed out in his room or something, or worse.
Mike Ngo: if he's infected that is
Jagged Fel: Right
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods =- I will go look in his quarters
Mike Ngo: maybe Siee knows where he is
Corran Horn: -=stands feebly=- I'll have whistler start checking through arrival and departure records
Jagged Fel: I'll do it You stay here Captain
Corran Horn: And then communications logs
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods =- Ooryl will assist Corran
Jagged Fel: -=Spins on his heel and exits the bay=-
Mike Ngo: okay I'll go look for Wes then, ::turns and heads out the door, less imperial-like::
Jagged Fel: -=Uses a lift tube to the officer quarters=- -=holds the tube for Mike=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= sits on a nearby chair...trying to think of who else was there =-
Mike Ngo: ::runs into the tube::
Jagged Fel: -=Closes the door and it hums as it begins to move=-
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= looks at his wingmate =- Are you ok?
Jagged Fel: -=It comes to a stop and the door opens=-
Mike Ngo: ::nervous form everyone dropping dead, he starts whistling in the turbolift::
Jagged Fel: -=Steps out and walks to Wes' room=-
Mike Ngo: ::he follows Fel::
Corran Horn: Like I said, I've been better, but I'm not dead so it could be worse
Jagged Fel: -=Hits the door a few times=- Major Janson?
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= I saw a few familiar faces in the crowd at the function, but none i can recall now....
Jagged Fel: -=Waits but no answer=- -=Hits the door release and the door slides open=-
Corran Horn: I didn't notice anything either
Jagged Fel: -=Steps into the dark room=-
Mike Ngo: ::looks over Fel's shoulder into the room::
Jagged Fel: -=Sees a light from the bathroom=- -=Turns and walks towards the light=-
Corran Horn: -=finds whistler and begins telling him what they need=-
Jagged Fel: -=Peaks his head into the open door and see Wes laying over his refresher room sink=- Got him Mike.
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= gets up and begins pacing =- I will be of service if needed
Mike Ngo: aw jeez... ::pulls out a comlink:: C>this is captain Ngo, we found wes... we need medical assistance, stat
Med Techs: -= med techs grab a stretcher and haul out of med bay up to the officers quarters =-
Corran Horn: Ok thanks Ooryl, I think I'm gonna lay down for a bit
Ooryl Qyrgg: You need your rest... I will keep watch here. I want to be here when the 21B comes up with an answer
Mike Ngo: ::runs a hand through his hair in frustration::
Ooryl Qyrgg: we should probabbly notify the NRI
DESCRIPTION: -= the med techs rush in to Wes's cabin =-
Corran Horn: Yeah get Cracken working on finding us some more info to work with
Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods =- I will notify Admiral Ackbar as well
DESCRIPTION: -= the techs load wes's limp body on a stretcher =-
Jagged Fel: -=Fel travels to his room and plops down on the couch for a rest wanting to be 100% for what might come next=-
Corran Horn: -=lays back and closes his eyes=- Ooryl, I'm never going to get to sleep, call the 2-1B to sedate me...I need it
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