Episode Fifteen: Exodus (Part One)

[Azalea "De" Andre]

1951
Stargate Command
Infirmary


After a few minutes, Azalea turned her head away from Jeff. It has to be this bug that is affecting me. There is no way that Jeff was just talking to me, thought shaking her head then looked around and everyone else. Beck, Simmons, and Redding had left to do some research to find some answers to whatever some of the cadets had. The young woman wished she was able to go along with the others but remembered the promise made to the doctor. Letting out an annoyed sigh, the cadet listened to what Shorty was saying. "I honestly don't have much skill about reading the tests anymore than you do. But if you want the doctor to talk to me about it, I will do that. Either way, he is unconscious, so any one of us you choose to ask to view his charts and ask about the blood test," stated shrugging her shoulders like it was nothing.

Settling back into the bed, the cadet was just getting comfortable when hearing thrashing from the other side. With a quick turn of the head, Azalea saw Isaac twisting and turning on his bed like he was having a ceasure. With wide eyes, the female quickly jumped up from her head, running over to his side. "Someone help! We have a cadet ceasing!" shouted trying to hold him down. though not only being weakened from the disease, but also having Isaac being a good bit stronger than her, it was no use. He threw Azalea off of him, causing her to land hard on her left arm. Biting back a groan hearing a loud crack, the young woman pushed herself back up but cradled her arm watching as nurses gathered around him. The female nibbled on the bottom of her lip watching as they tried to stable her best friend. A weird feeling of worry consumed the cadet as she watched; a feeling never gotten before with Isaac and in a different of more than just a best friend/brother.

< Isaac, Shorty, others >

[Beck "Tucker" Carlson]

1952
Stargate Command
Geology Lab

Beck was staring at a screen of numbers and turning them from random numbers into even more random-looking graphs. He was so close to the screen that his face was practically pressed up against it.

"There's a temperature and atomospheric spike approximately every two minutes," he observed after a moment of observation. "I know this sounds sort of weird, but it's almost like the planet has a heartbeat." He looked up, sheepishly.

"I can't believe I just said that."

He was just in time to hear Harris ask Kenith about Lost, of all things, and simply stared at the geologist. As a physicist, Beck tended to think of geologists and, to a lesser extent, archaeologists, as people whose aim in life was to roll about in as many muddy pits as they could find, dig up broken bits of pottery and say, in Close Encounters style, 'this MEANS something'.

"Um, Doctor Harris? Would you come and take a look at these readings? I think I've done as much as I can usefully do with the data. Kenith, you might be able to shed some light on it, too."

<Tag: Y'all>

[isaac]

1951
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Isaac's body was throwing itself into a seizure and there was nothing the young man could do to stop himself. He was unconcious yet his body was still in the loop, so to speak and was having just a grand ol' time trying to hurt Isaac in anyway possible, how rude. Isaac could faintly hear the sounds of others around him as his seizure began to slow down and he let out a small whimper like sound as he lay there on the bed and another coughing fit ensued. He was slowly coming back around, which was a good thing, but who knew how long that would last for.

< Azalea, Cadets >

[lb]

1952
Stargate Command
Infirmary

On his infirmary bed, Lydell Tyrome Bradley flat lined and died.

<Cadets, SGC Personnel>

[Shannon "Angel" Meyers]

1953
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Eyes fluttered shut as the body began to slowly shut itself down. An intense vision of the planet and a young cadet strolling amongst the plant life began to unfold in the confines of one Shannon Meyer’s mind. The forestry and its abundance in floral arrangements mesmerized the female as she continued to observe the different array of colors swaying softly in the breeze. Her unconscious body reacted with small twitches and moans of words that may have made no sense to anyone, but Shannon knew it could be a clue as to what caused the mayhem now searing inside the walls of the infirmary.

”Flowers…..purple flowers…” came repeatedly from the dry mouth of the young cadet. Her hand was not moving but in her delusional state they were cupping the blossom and taking its rich aroma. The scent was unmistakable, but Shannon’s body continued to shut down slowly. The heart rate was decreasing and another wave of mumbles about purple flowers escaped her lips. ”….flowers…smell like….lil…” was the last thing heard as the monitor registered a flat line across the screen. An alarm sounded for someone to revive a now a heart in cardiac arrest.

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[Michael "Shorty" Long]

1954
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Michael laid there in the bed he was given, then Michael heard Azalea reply to his question about the Doctor and Test results, "I honestly don't have much skill about reading the tests anymore than you do. But if you want the doctor to talk to me about it, I will do that. Either way, he is unconscious, so any one of us you choose to ask to view his charts and ask about the blood test."

Michael replied by saying "OK, I will ask the doctor to read them out to you or both of us if you wish" as he finished speaking Michael started looking out the open door he saw a Jaffa running past the open doorway followed by a Human sized PacMan, he rubbed his eyes in case he had something in them as well as not believing what he is seeing, he worked out that he was hallucinating alright and the Jaffa went past again but was getting chased by a car this time, "What is happening?? Did any of you guys see that??" Michael asked the cadets close to him while pointing at the open door and thought "What The ...." after a while Michael started to laugh when he saw two Jaffa getting chased one was being chased by the PacMan and the other one was getting chased by the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile.

Then his attention was taken away from the door as Azalea yelled that Issac was ceasing "Oh crap, seems that things are getting worse" Michael thought and said to Azalea "Keep an eye on him as I don't want to loose any cadets in my Platoon" Michael had a worried look on his face since he was a newly appointed Platoon Commander.

<Tag Azalea, Cadets>

[Azalea "De" Andre]

1956
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Chaos had officially erupted in the Infirmary. It seemed like cadet after cadet was flat lining. It was a chorus of beeps echoing all around the room. Azalea just stood there wide eyed not knowing exactly what to do. To the left of her, a nurse was finally stabilizing Isaac after his attack of seizing. To the right, Jeff was still in a deep coma showing no signs of pulling through any time soon. On Jeff's right, Shannon had gone into a full cardiac arrest now with the doctor and a few staff gathered around. Across the room was the faint muttering of someone calling the time of death. It had definitely gone from bad to worse in a matter of minutes. Seeing there was nothing that could be done for Jeff, since he was still in a coma, or Shannon, having no real medical background to really lend any aide, the young woman remained by Isaac's side.

Looking around, the cadet spotted a nearby chair, grabbed it and pulled it over to Isaac's bed side. Azalea let out a sigh, almost collapsing into the chair. With a turn of her head, the female watched the nurses and doctor work on stabilizing Shannon. The cadet just zoned as her mind reeled. Suddenly it felt like everything was falling apart. Her friends that she cared about were all hanging on by a thread and there was nothing she could to to lend a hand. If there was one thing this brunette hated it was the sensation of helplessness. It was the worse feeling in the world. The oppression of death loomed over the room and already took on vital life. Azalea feared that it might take another. She prayed that somewhere in the depths of her young mind she could find the answer, the cure, for everyone. The cure that would bring her friends back to life and relieve the staff of their endless work, but nothing registered. It was like her mind was flat lined and no eppy, no jolt could wake it up. A small silver tear ran along her jawline. For the first time in awhile, this cadet had no answers and along with that, the hope that she clung onto was draining.

< Isaac, Anyone >

[paul]

1954
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Paul turned away as the non sick personnel went their separate ways from the sick he hopped that they could find away to cure the sick because Paul didn’t want to die he had gone down that road once before when the Academy tortured him and the other cadets he still hadn’t gotten rid of the scar on his back from the last session and that was a while ago now. Looking around the room for a while Paul wanted to help but he could do nothing except held out his arm so the doctors could take blood out. As a combat medic in training Paul had only learned the basics he hadn’t learned how to take blood out the proper way yet and the reading he had read didn’t cover this sort of thing. Paul took a few more steps but felt sick in the stomach he rushed towards the bathroom and few up a few more times than he should; he had gone from feeling out right cold to bloody hot now plus the headache had gotten worst but he guessed that the cadets here in the infirmary with him was feeling the same way. Paul felt useless as he was being ignored by everyone he hated it but what can you do?

1957
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Paul decided to climb into the nearest bed he could find that was empty as he walked out of the bathroom from throwing up. Looking around he could see several cadets on beds but he found one that was empty. Walking towards the empty bed Paul rested his hand on the pillow he slowly himself down and tried to control his breathing so he wouldn’t throw up again but most likely he would throw up. Then it happened Paul started to shake uncontrollably his hand left the pillow as he crashed onto the floor making a loud noise. Looking around the room started to blur up he couldn’t make heads or tails with everything turning around he tried to get up but fell back down once again. Paul threw up on the floor next to the empty bed his headache was bad he couldn’t think straight nor more from the spot he was in. Throwing up again Paul tried to look around to get his bearings but he slipped and crashed again when he tried to get up from the floor. Soon Paul laid on the floor of the infirmary and passed out.

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[Michael "Shorty" Long]

1957
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Michael heard a thump which made him look over towards Paul as it seemed that he must have tried to get into a bed but had problems as he is on the floor, Michael yelled "Paul, are you alright??" but there was no response then Michael said "Nurse it seems that Schreyer has collapsed and is now on the floor" after saying that Michael thought "Hmm this is not good the whole Platoon is all over the place with healthy ones in a lab working on a cure to this virus or whatever it is, plus we lost LB because he seemed to not be able to fight the infection probably due to the fact that he was in a coma, poor bugger he was doing well and now I have to let his family know that LB has passed away" Michael knew it was part of his job but it was something that he wasn't looking forward to at all. Michael just hoped that he won't have to visit anymore family members of team/platoon members that have passed away, Michael hoped that the members in the lab comes up with a cure soon.

<Tag cadets>

OOC: cadets should at least make one more post each as it is coming to the end of the Episode..

[Kenith Simmons]

1952
Stargate Command
Geology Lab

With his sample prepared and under the microscope, Kenith began his examination. As a physicist he'd spent many hours in the lab, but was more comfortable with accelerometers, lasers and AC generators than microscope slides and scalpels, but he did what he could. On the other side of the lab Beck was carrying out a similar study on the weather patterns and cycles and cadets had monitored during their time on the battle.

Peering down the scope, Kenith spotted an unknown element in the sample and focused closer. It appeared to be a metal, microscopic and dull gray in color, very smooth and shiny. Originally he though it to be trinium, but the tests for that had came back negative. Beck's voice distracted him from his work, and rising from the barrels of the microscope he looked to the Cadet Lieutenant.

"There's a temperature and atmospheric spike approximately every two minutes," Calrson declared. "I know this sounds sort of weird, but it's almost like the planet has a heartbeat. I can't believe I just said that." Kenith raised an eyebrow at the cadet, who was obviously losing the plot - planets didn't have heard beats.

Turning back to his scope, Kenith was surprised to see the strange element he'd spotted was gone. He moved his focus, zooming in and out, and yet couldn't relocate it. He sat upright for a minute, wondering what it all meant. Returning to the microscope he observed a sight he had not been counting on.

Right before his eyes, the metal reappeared. Two minutes later, it disappeared.

This warranted further investigation.


1958
Stargate Command
Gate Room

The SGC's geologist Doctor Josh Harris was the one who had made the request for the cadets to be deployed off-world. Word had filtered out of the infirmary that three cadets - Azalea, Issac and LB - had died from the mysterious illness and if someone wasn't done soon, more would lost their lives. In the gate room along with Doc Harris and an off-world team Kenith waited for the other able-bodied cadets to arrive. They were destined for the planet, to find more answers.

< Tag Cadets >

[Michael "Shorty" Long]

1958
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Michael had just found out that Azalea and Issac have joined their teammate LB in the heavens and was saddened with the news "Damn, two more families to visit once this is over" Michael thought to himself then a SGC Private come in and went over to Michael and whispered in his ear "The other Cadets are looking for any able-bodied cadets to join them in the Gate Room as they are going to return back to the Planet for some further research" Michael nodded then said "OK, Listen up guys.. If there is anyone that are healthy enough to go back to the planet to help with an investigation please go to the Gate Room ASAP".

Michael would go because he is healthy enough to go but he is the Platoon Commander as well as being the highest Ranked Cadet that he thought that he wouldn't risk it.

<Tag Cadets>

[Adam "Sly" Collier]

1959
Gate Room

Having been pulled away form the teams almost immediately after being cleared of any symptoms, Collier had spent the last bit of time with General Landry attempting to ascertain more information on the problem with the cadets. Another MALP with additional equipment had been sent back, and again atmospheric conditions were not giving any signs of trouble. Arriving in the gate room now with a scientific team, Adam awaited the other cadets that were still up and about to arrive. At this rate half the platoon will be affected the Cadet Major thought to himself.

<Tag Everyone>

[Kenith Simmons]

1958
Stargate Command
Gate Room

Dressed from head to toe in bright red HAZMAT suits, the cadets were surely quite a sight to beyond. Through the large clear perspex face plate Kenith surveyed the gate room, sighting the scientific team who were to accompany them, led by Doctor Josh Harris, the geologist Kenith, Mattie and Becks had been working with. Any and all cadets who were up on their feet and healthy were also along for the trip, with those still sick and infected back in the infirmary. Three had been declared KIA by now, with that figure likely to rise if something wasn't done soon.

As the most junior and inexperienced cadet on the mission Kenith wasn't sure what to make of it all. From the reports he'd read events such as this were common place at the SGC, and he was operating with a close knit group of experienced professionals - he shouldn't have anything to worry about. The scientific minds were the greatest on the planet, and with first hand access to what ever had caused the illness they'd be able to figure it out.

Surely.

That was of course assuming the cadets found what actually caused the illness...

Such concerns were pushed from Kenith's mind as the Stargate began to spin, chevrons being looked in one at a time. The final cadets and science members filed into the room in their protective HAZMAT suits and gathered at the foot of the ramp. After seven engaged chevrons the event horizon of the gate formed in a blue wash and the cadets began to make their way up the ramp, the lives of those still in the infirmary resting on their shoulders.

< Tag Cadets >

OOC: Final posts then we wrap this!

[Shannon "Angel" Meyers]

1959 Hours
Stargate Command
Infirmary


Doctors and nurses worked frantically to pump blood and oxygen back into a stopped heart. One nurse rhythmically did compressions while assistants grabbed a crash cart bringing over a defibrillator before any damage could be done to the brain. Every second counted because every second blood isn’t being pumped properly through the body to the brain means less oxygen, which in turn can cause brain damage. Like a finally tuned machine the crew worked moving around with skill and ease. The nurse moved to allow the doctor to place the paddles on a bare chest of the cadet.

“Clear!” was shouted as the buttons pressed sending a jolt through Shannon’s body lifting up the chest area in response. “Nothing sir, still flat lined” reacted one nurse. There were other cadets already lying with blankets over their entire bodies, dead. This doctor wasn’t about to lose another one.

“Clear!” was again shouted and another jolt passed through the young woman. He waited. The alarm of the flat line stopped and a steady rhythm began to blip across the screen. The doctor gave a sigh and the nurse called out, “she’s got a heartbeat, but a weak pulse sir. I’m not sure if she’ll last much longer.” He nodded and headed over to the phone.

Calling General Landry, the doctor gave him an update on the condition of the cadets in the infirmary. “We have three confirmed dead sir. Officer Meyers heart was just resuscitated and Officer Weaver remains in critical condition. Meyers will be joining him in isolation along with Officer Schreyer who is showing the same signs as the others. I’m sorry, but if something isn’t found soon, you’ll lose these three cadets as well…..I understand sir….I’ll do the best I can to keep them alive, just do what you can to bring back something….Yes sir…” After hanging up the phone, the doctor slipped off his gloves and threw them away only praying that the cadets going back to the planet could find whatever it is causing this and bring it back quickly.

The fate of three cadets depended on it.

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[Beck "Tucker" Carlson]

1958
Stargate Command
Gate Room

It was a very miserable Beck Carlson who joined the cadets in the gate room. The deaths of his fellow cadets had shaken him considerably, particularly that of his close friend and room-mate Isaac. When he had heard the news of the deaths, he had turned all the reaction inward on himself, blaming his own lack of ability at working out a solution to be the root cause of his friends' death.

This was Beck all over. When Alicia, the doctor who had been held in captivity alongside him had been shot dead as 'an object lesson in how to behave', he had blamed himself for that, too. Even when his father, who had been slowly dying for years had finally passed away, he had wondered if the fault had lain at his feet.

Doctor Harris, who had noticed the expression on Beck's face and the look of abject misery that had surrounded the cadet like a cloud, had taken him to one side and very kindly and extraordinarily gently explained that he was not to blame - and Beck had been grateful for it. He rather liked the other man: Harris might be a little distracted at times, but his heart was solid gold - and by the time he'd finished talking to Beck, a lot of the sting of grief had died down.

"There'll be time to grieve properly later," Harris had said. "Right now, you need to put that brain of yours right behind making sure nobody else dies."

So, regardless of his inner misery, Beck was determined to do whatever he could to help the remaining cadets and as such, had been one of the first to kit up and get to the gate room.

"I'll be damned if I'm going to go through the rest of training by myself," he said, with a soft smile. "Let's do this thing."