AWD #386: Least Volatile
Least Volatile
Summary: Dreyer starts work on a special assignment… with medical.
Date: 12/07/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Dreyer Samtara 
Serving as the ship's primary care facility, the Medical Center is a rather large, single room structure that has the same load-bearing structures to the walls that the halls do, as well as the same heavy hatch. There is a desk at the entrance staffed by a nurse as well as a small locker for single dose drugs like aspirin. Beds are lined up along each wall with EKG's and hangers for IVs in case of triage. Large cabinets at the rear provide ready access to lifesaving medicines and gear, as well as a ready supply of defibrillators. Not far from the primary entrance is the Chief Medical Officer's office and on the other side is a small hatch to the recovery ward. Towards the rear is a sectioned-off examination area. Opposite the hatch to recovery is a sealed doorway leading down a hallway to the ship's morgue.
Fri Jan 27 2006 (AWD #386)

Emerging from the hallway that leads to the ship's morgue, Dr. Nadir is dressed in surgical scrubs and is crumpling one of those ubiquitous masks in one hand as she dictates notes into the device held in her other hand. The sickbay, at the moment, stands empty of any actual patients though several nurses are on hand and at least one of the staff physicians is doing paperwork.

Normally one does not willingly go to sickbay. Marines, in fact, seem to be by and far highly allergic to the medical portion of the ship. However, an MP must often delve into the deepest, darkest places where others fear tread. Sergeant Dreyer, in point of fact stands outside the hatch for a long moment. There's a look to the Mess Hall. Pining for a different destination. At long last, however, with a deep breath and a tug to straighten his uniform, the man pushes through.

There's no injuries and he doesn't so much as glance at the nurse on duty. Nope. He spotted the CMO upon stepping through and is heading directly her way.

Properly disposing of the crumpled face mask, Samtara is angling toward one of the hand wash stations, still dictating in a clear, crisp voice as she sets the recorder on the side - safely out of reach of potential water hazard from the sink - and is proceeding with the hand washing that is required after working in the morgue. Or, in Sam's opinion, required after damn near everything in life, but specifically. work in the morgue. She is lathering her hands and wrists, working her way up her forearms when she spots the marine MP heading in her direction. A subtle frown is aimed at the Sergeant as she takes a moment to sort names in her head. "Sergeant Dreyer," not so much as question as she attaches name correctly, "may I help you with something?"

"Captain." The MP settles into a neat, attention pose. No salute. Not aboard the ship like this. He casts a glance; perhaps relieved to not see occupied beds. It also means a slight (barely, just a smidge) lessening of the intense scent of antibiotics and the like. Settling back on his heels, Dreyer draws his attention back to Samtara. "Captain Ommanney said something about you wanting to conduct…" he tries to recall the specific word used, brows furrowing, "interviews with those arrested? He wished me to speak with you to see about arranging the handling of that."

"Ahh, excellent," Dr. Nadir replies as she continues her patient, thorough, lathering up of the soap before she reaches for one of the single-use scrub brushes and calmly takes the bristles to her nail beds then works her way slowly upward while she nods. "Yes. The Major, that's Major Gray that is, has given us permission to run some tests on the collaborators. We've elected to begin with personality assessments then proceed from there. We will need to select say five or six of these collaborators, those who are deemed the least combative, if that's possible, to begin the testing." She glances up from the diligent, patient, meticulous scrubbing, "Dr. Forrester will be conducting the personality assessments. I will be observing, for the initial phase. We will need to move them to the Kildare in order to have a MRI and other brain scans conducted."

"Would you be performing the personality assessments aboard the Orion?" Dreyer is initially quiet for a short time after Samtara explains. His eyes are a bit distant, but it's clear he's still 'present.' Just thinking. "If so, it may be best to bring only a couple at a time, rather than a handful. Less risk involved, over all." He blinks a few times before blue gaze comes to focus on the CMO. "If there is the option to conduct them on Piraeus, it would be easier to prevent any… mishaps." Such as threat to personnel or fleet security.

Rinsing her hands off at last and stepping to the side long enough to snag a towel and pats her hands and forearms dry, Sam takes the time to consider the data that Dreyer relays before she makes a mild nod of agreement. "I would think one or two at the time, at most. I would prefer that we select those subjects deemed best and most viable candidates, segregate them from the rest of the population, ideally in isolation from each other as well so as to avoid cross contamination of the sampling data. Is that possible?"

The MP's mouth pulls to the side as he considers. "I'll have to see what can be done to keep the two selected at a time isolated. It may take me a few days to arrange something, but I'll see to it that the MPs down on P use that time to decide which two to provide to us initially." He shifts back on his heels, features slackening a bit as he looks to Samtara. "If that would be acceptable, sir?"

Sam makes a thoughtful hum of sound before she angles a nod, "Yes, that will do nicely," she decides after a moment and twists long enough to toss the towel into the bin labeled for it. "You will need to liaise with Dr. Forrester for the selection process. She is our resident neurologist and, as staffing dictates, also our resident expert regarding neurological conditions. She will be best, in tandem with your MP's, to determine which subjects will be the least volatile."

There's a nod from Dreyer, brow furrowing a measure. "It may be best if I just direct her to speak with the MPs on P directly on that, rather than have me ferrying intel back and forth. I haven't had any interaction with the collaborators beyond the one I arrested, so I'd be going back and forth. But I can leave time for her to begin on that while I work on the best way to keep them in isolation prior to their interviews."

"Excellent," Sam replies, sharing a brief nod accompanied by a fleeting smile paired with a somber look. "Have you met Dr. Forrester as yet?" she queries, curiosity evident in her tone of voice. "I'll make those arrangements, if you haven't as yet. Should I have her check for you on duty at the security hub?"

The marine shakes his head. "No, sir. I just got back from a month-long assignment at Crandall. I hear there's a few new faces about and I'm guessing she's one of them?" There is a hint of wariness in his tone. Dreyer may, perhaps, be a touch suspicious of being asked if he's met the person that will be doing these assessments. That usually means brain stuff. But there is a touch of relaxation that creeps its way over his features. "If you could. Let her know to select the collaborators in pairs and in the mean time, I will get arrangements in place for their transport and holding. As for duty- yes. That would be the best way. Whoever is manning the hub will know where the on-duty MPs are at any given time." For the most part. If they're on a sort of patrol, it might be a more vague 'check deck 2,' but it's better than someone having to chase a marine down all about the ship.

"Let me head that one off at the pass, Sergeant," Samtara interjects. "I don't mean that you should recognize her as a face that would have seen as one of the skinned models. I mean that she was stationed on the hospital ship, the Kildare that is, for several months before she was reassigned to the Orion. If you had, at any point, cycled through the hospital ship you might have met her, that's all. Nothing else was meant by the query, I assure you." She nods then reaches for the recorder and slips it into one of her pockets. "I'll direct Forrester to the security hub, and we'll work forward from there."
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"Ah. Of course. Understood, sir." Dreyer shifts back upon his heels, giving a small shake of his head. "I've never set foot on the Kildare. Thankfully." No marine wants to be so bad off they have to spend time on a hospital ship. Newp. Nuh-uh. "If that is all, I'll begin queries into the best way to handle isolation for our lucky guests."

"That'll be all, and thank you, Sergeant. If you'll forward my thanks to your captain as well for assisting in facilitating this endeavor, that would be appreciated. If it's not flying in the face of military decorum to do so," Samtara adds.

The Sergeant blinks and looks… well. A touch blindsided. As if he's really quite unertain what to do in this particular situation. Finally, drawing a bit of a breath and clearing his through just a touch, Dreyer decides to go with: "I will pass along your appreciation for the cooporation of the 3/8th." Yes, that seems to work. The man looks satisfied enough with his answer and dips chin quickly to the woman. "Thank you, Captain. I'll leave you to your-" well, there's no patients. "duties." And then he's off. Exit, stage right, time to find a meal.

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