Log:Jerin Bomb Removal

A Prince in Hand is Worth Two in a Box 2020/03/27 	 Dialydd Victory Cade Arthur

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It's mid day at Starguard when there's a FLASHffzzzt of light and crackle electricity, announcing the appearance of Dr. Arthur Aevus at the landing field. He's accompanied by a rather tall, attractive alien. "Well, that certainly wasn't part of the plan, but that was rather impressive of you, Dialydd. Now come, we should be able to get you some first aid here," he says, offering to lead the youth into Starguard HQ while he checks his brushed silver fog watch.

Dialydd looks much the same as usual...so long as one ignores the split and swollen lip, the bruise growing on his left cheek, and the fact he's pressing a hand to side as if it hurts. And the disheveled and torn clothing. "Cha, as you think best," he murmurs to Arthur in a slightly out of breath voice. His voice, to those who may never have met him, is deep and rich like that actor from the late 20th/early 21st Morgan Freeman but with waht sounds like a Scandanavian accent.

Crichton is testing a new, low friction surface treatment on the prototype flight suit he was fitted with previously.

He was high above, putting the layer through its paces and comes for a landing nearby- close enough to recognize the lightshow announcing the Professor's arrival.

"This is Crichton. Application C23 was another failure. It flaked off once I hit top speed. I'll bring the suit in for application of C24 once I stretch my legs a bit." He reports back over comms to the test handlers before flying towards Arthur & Dialydd curiously.

Victory is in costume today. He was out on the landing field checking out one of the shuttles for use later in the day. He comes down the ramp from it to catch sight of the newcomers.

"It is a good way point at the very least," Arthur smiles encouragingly at Dialydd. "The hospital is overburdened as is, but if you think you're truly hurt internally, we could redirect there," he offers as he spots Cade flying over. "Ah, Agent Crichton! What a pleasant prediction!" Because it's not a surprise.

The alien Adonis murmurs to Arthur, "I am almost certain I have one or more bruised ribs." He grimaces as he takes a deep breath then gasps softly. "Perhaps more than bruised."

Despite the pain, he tries and succeeds in making a Jerin bow to Agent Crichton as Arthur speaks: hands open, palms out towards the agent as he bows slightly at the waist.

Victory walks over closer to the group, having caught a portion of what was said. "Is...everything okay?"

"Not entirely," Arthur confesses with a sigh. "A simple trip to the Grand Bazaar station went a little...sideways. I'm afraid my companion requires some medical attention."

Dialydd glances over at Arthur to see if he'll add more then the youth speaks up. "I had a, cha, altercation, no, I was in a fight with some slavers on Grand Bazaar. I have some need of medical care. Ser Professor Arthur suggested we come here." He seems to think for a moment then adds, "I have a field medical kit designed for my species with me. It was one of the reasons for travelling to Grand Bazaar. To replenish it."

Crichton smiles and waves to Arthur & Dialydd. He seems very pleased to see them both until he gets clsoen enough to see the young alien's injuries. 5rHe drops the pleasantries then and there and instead asks, "Oh- are you guys ok?! You're looking in a rough sort Dialydd."

He is surprised the young Jerin who he interviewed when he was filling in for Eta division knows the time-traveling madcap Professor.

"We can handle that!" He answers as he spreads his Companion Field up and around the others. "But no more bowing, Dialydd- please, not until after you've been checked out." He says as the bubble seals around them. He puts his hand on it and it lifts up before moving towards the buildings beyond the landing field.

"Hope you don't mind a lift, Sir." He says to Victory- better to ask forgiveness than permission in this case.

Victory nods to Crichton, "Yeah, that's fine. Though I would have been okay with walking, too."

"Only Dialydd is injured, I assure you," Arthur says as he's bubbled as well. He smiles at Victory as they're escorted by Cade. "Ah, hello there. Have we met yet? So hard to keep track of these things."

Victory offers a hand to Arthur, "I will be honest. I'm not sure? I'm Wade Lockwood, but I also go by 'Victory'. It's nice to meet you."

Dialydd listens quietly while breathing shallowly. He nods politely to Victory while he places the wicker bag he holds on the ground then takes out a compact case about the size of a large first aid kit.

Cade flies masterfully over the landing field, avoiding active landing zones with his bubble towards the medical wing. "Well, that's good to hear Professor. We'll get Dee under a scanner in no time, just hang on a moment longer." He says to Arthur though clearly parts of the message are for Dialydd too.

Victory nods and then says to Dialydd, "In the meantime, I can take a quick look at your wound, if that's okay? I have had some medical training, though I'm not a full doctor."

Arthur smiles warmly and shakes Victory's hand with his gloved one. "Oh, no introductions needed by you. I know who -you- are already. Quite well. But since this is your first time meeting me, I am Professor Arthur Aevus. Some just call me The Professor. Arthur does quite nicely."

The alien youth nods to Victory after a moment after he looks around. "As there are no females present, yes, ser. No compound fracture but, cha, I would be poor medtech if I diagnosed myself, yes?" This last is said with a gentle smile.

He removes his hand and, with a soft hiss of pain, lift his shirt.

To the naked eye, there are wounds, but it does look like he's been squeezed by a gigantic hand given the bruises circling his well toned torso.

Victory examines the location, keeping an eye on Dialydd's responses, "I'm guessing you have a couple of bruised ribs...potentially broken. We'd need a scan to be sure. And did you get punched in the face? You look like you might have taken a punch?"

Cade realizes his eyes were hanging on the exposed torso of the young alien a bit longer than what he might consider professional. He averts his eyes in time to see another craft making a landing right in front of him. Suddenly the bubble is flying up and over as Cade is forced to bank to the right away from the craft & then back towards the bubble so he can continue his predetermiend flight path without it crashing into the ground and making Dialydd's injuries worse.

Arthur winces sympathetically as Victory assesses the wounds. "I really wish you had waited for me to rescue you rather than take those ruffians on yourself, Dialydd," he sighs. "Still, you proved to be most effective against them in the end."

Dialydd gasps softly as Victory examines his side and face. The youth murmurs, "Yes, twice, perhaps, three times, as it was rather, cha, abrupt and quick. The, cha, head slaver was upset about how poorly her, cha, kidnapping was proceeding." His tone is very calm, probably deliberately so.

He foes quirk a half smile. "It seems my mothers were right that I should not go out in public alone...at least on Grand Bazaar station."

Victory raises a brow, "They were attempting to kidnap you? Or were you stepping in on someone else's behalf?"

"I was to be sold as a slave, Ser Victory. I was not certain to whom but they seemed assured I would be a 'high profit' product," murmurs Dialydd in a dry tone. "Or words to that effect. Their language was, cha, cruder."

"Awful." Cade says as his fingertips graze the field once more and the bubble accelerates again under his power. "Just awful. That definitely doesn't sound like a beachside getaway, Professor." He adds, bu t he keeps his eyes on the medical building ahead.

Arthur frowns at the reminder. "There was no way I was going to let them get away with it. Though I apologize. I stepped away only briefly, and that was all they needed to take you."

Victory nods and his eyes narrow. "Who exactly was trying to grab you? Where did this happen?"

Arthur sighs at Cade's comment. "It was a favor for Dialydd. He needed supplies that Earth simply doesn't have. It's usually a relatively safe place. As safe as any shopping bazaar here. Of course there are dangers a bit more unusual than here."

The alien youth looks at Arthur for a moment then turns back to Victory. "It was on a space station called The Grand Bazaar. It orbits the city-planet Ixendar, homeworld of the Ixendar Oligarchy." He gestures vaguely at the sky with the hand that hasn't gone back to holding his side. "It is located, cha, many thousands of parsecs from Earth, spinward but roughly the same distance from galactic center as Earth."

Dialydd then adds after a moment, "It is much closer to my home world and likely, and did, have medicines to replenish my kit as well as vitamins for my general health."

"As to who, I did not get their names or affiliations. The leader was an Ixendar meta, a telekinetic, but the rest were not metas." He blinks then adds, "And ah, there is a tracker slash bomb in my right thigh. We should remove that as well."

Victory raises a brow, "I think you should have mentioned the bomb earlier, don't you?"

"Well, cha, yes, but it slipped my mind. I was not conscious when it was implanted." He boes his head to Victory. "Apologies, Ser Victory."

Arthur chuckles faintly. "Well, we're well beyond their transmission range now, but that's part of why I brought him here and not the hospital."

Arthur thinks. o O (Also in another time, so no chance of them triggering it for certain.)

Victory nods and says to Arthur, "It could be set off during removal, if that's done poorly. Like..disarming any bomb, really."

"Yes, indeed. And I am certain the hospital hasn't trained specialists to deal with disarming. I had hoped Starguard had some specialists available," Arthur comments hopefully.

Victory nods. "I'm sure we have the specialists necessary to deal with the situation."

Cade hears all this and diverts course. "I'm taking you guys off base. The nurses already gave me a heck of a ribbing about the biogel tracks I left behind. Blowing up the medical wing will mean they'll never talk to me again, unless you had a better idea Sir." He says as they bank away from the building. "Otherwise I'm setting you guys down nearby and I'll get the equipment and bring it back."

Victory raises a brow. "No...belay that. Let's head to SG. They have the facilities there for it. We'll need a sterile environment."

"You got it, Sir." Agent Crichton says before resuming their course tot eh Medical Wing. Won't be but a moment longer now.

"I am not certain how sterile or stable an emergency implant done by slavers is either," murmurs Dialydd absently looking down at his left thigh. "Of course, if it is Ixendar tech is much more sophisticated than my race's tech...or Earth in general."

"At least you have your medical kit here. Any xeno-biologists on staff here as well?" Arthur inquires.

Victory nods. "There are. Well, one. And we can get more if we need to from the hospital."

Dialydd says diffifently, "I have a, cha, write up on Jerin physiology on my PDA." He adds after a moment. "I have xenobiological training. Not recognized by Earth, but, cha, I do."

"I'll call ahead and maek sure they're ready for us!" Agent Crichton says before activating his SG Comm.

"Dispatch, this is Crichton, we've got a 42-20 coming in to the main Medical Loading Bay. Estimated time 30 seconds. We need a Xenobiologist STAT and a bomb disposal device too!"

"You can't possible operate on yourself. Um, can you, Dialydd?" Arthur asks.

"I apologize for putting you all to this trouble, but I did not feel safe on Grand Bazaar. I should have required the slavers remove the implant before putting them to sleep," murmurs Dialydd as he continues to look down.

He looks up at Arthur's words. "Not with the equipment I have available, no. And, cha, I have never had a reason to do so before. I could contact Nona. Sera'a is a skilled medtech. It is part of sera'a's programming."

Victory waits patiently as the group gets into the SG medical wing. Well, relatively patiently.

Cade pops the bubble once they get there, but keeps his Companion Field around Dialydd and floats him in the air to take the rpessure off his injuries.

He heads inside with the young Jerin in tow hoping Dispatch has the medteam ready.

Dialydd is openly curious as he looks about the room you all end up in. He does not touch anything, but you can tell he's barely restraining himself. He wordlessly hands over the medkit to Arthur as he says to Cade and Victory, "I should mentoin that several of the medicines and supplements in the kit are toxic to humans. Lethal amounts of phosphates fort humans are necessary for good health in Jerin. Conversely, caffeine in all its forms, is toxic to Jerin in much smaller doses that it is to humans."

Victory nods. "Got it." He relays that information to the medical staff, so that they're completely up to speed.

"Is medicine one of your fields of study, Ser Professor Arthur?" asks Dialydd absently as various medics and bomb disposal sorts come into the room.

Cade stays nearby but gives the MedTechs the room to do their jobs.

"I'm not that sort of doctor," Arthur chuckles apologetically.

The doctor in charge of the removing the implant takes her time once she assured the bomb isn't going to go off soon, or be triggered. It turns out in certain gross anatomical ways, Jerin are similar to humans, although their muscles and connective tissues are tougher. And their blood is a bit darker but still red. Or so you all gather from the doctor's comments.

Dialydd is knocked out over his protests that he'd like to observe the procedure. As the Dcotor says to him, "I'll record it and we can go over it later. But I don't need you distracting me."

Once the device is revealed (in the flesh as it were) it is small crystalline capsule about the size of a medium sized pill. Circuitry can be seen inside the clear object as well as darker area taking up half the size of the 'pill'.

It turns our Victory and Crichton are the most highly rated of the demolitions specialist on base at this time. The explosive is an unknown one to both of you. It appears to be either a natural liquid or a gas compressed enough to liquify. You all consult with each other and with others on base and determine the best course of action is to remove the entire capsule and then do a controlled explosion elsewhere. Victory is able to successfully remove the capsule at which point you seal the capsule in a small containment box.

Crichton bubbles the box and hovers it into his waiting palms. "Alright, I've got the device. Where do you want me to deliver it, Sir?" He says as the sphere containing the box hovers an inch above his palms.

Victory nods. "It's likely to be a small explosion, I suspect. Enopugh to take out the target, but not anything around him. Because...slavers. But let's get it to the far end of the landing field before trying a controlled detonation.

"You got it. I'll fly it there. See if Dispatch can send a drone." Crichton says as he takes off into the air, electing to exit via skylight and jettison himself and his explosive cargo to the far edge of the landing field.

Dialydd takes this opportunity to lay unconscious on the medical bay bed as the doctor and med teams stich him up. They also plan on tending to his two hairline fractured ribs and clean up his face.

Arthur hovers but doesn't overtly interfere.

The explosive in the package is placed in a controlled explosive container. The detonator is given to Victory as a drone watches the area from a safe distance.

Cade Crichton flies with all due haste towards the edge of the landing field. His voice comes over the radio.

"This is Crichton, I see the far end of the landing field. I'm going to set down in 10 seconds. I'll confirm when I'm clear."

And sure enough in about 9 seconds Cade sets his bubble down and turns before jetting away at top speed. The bubble remains around the contianer to help mitigate more of the blast.

Victory says to Cade, "Go ahead and bubble up the case as well before I set this off."

Victory waits until it's layered in that extra bubble and Cade is clear before he actually sets it off.

"Its me or the box, Sir." Crichton says. "I can't do both and I'd like to make sure we keep collateral damage to a minimum." Of course he would. That side of the base leads out into 'open nature.'

He continues flying as fast as he can instead of protecting himself directly as the bomb goes off.

When Victory presses the detonator, well, a few nanoseconds after he does, the box holding the capsule melts rather than explodes as it catches on fire. A plasma fire consumes the box slowly but does not seem to need oxygen as it continues to burn for a minute or so. It is relatively small but voracious. Such a fire would be an agonizing way to die.

Victory observes the results and rubs his chin, "Interesting. Well, contained, like I thought it would be.

Cade expects a big boom but doesn't turn back to look himself- not out of a need to look cool, more to keep his eyes from being damaged by the flash or any shrapnel if any should come his way. Still- he looks super cool flying away on drone footage.

"What terrible business," Arthur says, having witnessed the destruction from afar.

Victory smiles and nods to Cade, "Nicely done." He heads back inside to go check on the patient shortly thereafter.

Arthur follows along to head inside. "Thank you both for your assistance, Agents. I truly appreciate it," he comments as he slides his hands into his pockets.

Cade nods proudly at the praise from the commanding officer. "Thank you, Sir." He says with a modest nod before turning to Arthur. "No problem Professor. Glad to be of service- now lets go check in on your friend and make sure he's alright." He says cheerfully as he lands and walks with Victory and Arthur.

The doctor in charge, Dr Estephania Estrano, sits by Dialydd's side filling out a report on a SG PDA. "The kid is going to be alright, gentlemen," she says without looking up from the PDA. "He's getting fluids, straight sugars mixed with some phosphates, as indicated in his writeup on his species. Impressive. But, I still won't break the rules and let him into our labs. I'll consider it after he's done some course work in a human school though. On an interim basis."

Dialydd looks less stressed and younger in his unconscious state. His eyes move rapidly behind his closed eyelids.

"He does exhibit very strong delta waves. Seems he dreams enough for three people, but brains and sleep are not my specialty."

"Intriguing," Arthur comments as he rubs his chin in thought about that.

Dr Estrano looks at Arthur. "I am putting you down as his next-of-kin/responsible party, 'Professor Aevus', as he has none listed in the records SG has on him. I find I disagree that he should have been listed as a responsible adult until his 18th birthday here on Earth. But, given he's over it now, well, out of my hands."

She looks back down at the PDA as she adds, "He'll rest here overnigh, if I have my way, and I will. You'll need to return in the morning to take his back to...'Copper Skeins', Professor Aevus."

Crichton keeps his eyes averted from Dialydd's transendantly attractive form and distracts himself with his own SG PDA. He adds himself to any Case Mailing LIsts available just in case he's needed.

"That's all very interesting. I wonder if its standard for his species or... if its part of his..." He waves his hand vaguely towards Dialydd. "...whole mystique."

He confirms he's flagged in the drone footage as well. Anything to keep himself busy.

"Thank you Doctor Estrano." He says after she addresses Arthur.

"Based on what he wrote, he stated..." Dr Estrano checks her notes. "That his brain activity, notablly during sleep, is unusual but normal. He also detailed how it would be different from a human EEG. So, no, I would imagine, reading between the lines of his write up, it is /not/ usual for a Jerin. But, that is just one of the many questions I'll have for him once he waks up."

She looks up and over the glasses perched on her nose. "Do you gentleman have any questoins?"

"Oh? I...well, I'm not related to him at all. Obviously," Arthur is caught off guard by the request. "But I suppose responsible party for now is acceptable. I'll come by in the morning." Which for him, will be right after he leaves here.