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Alexei Juno

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  1. Alexei Juno finished filing the last report on the patients from the Cepheus that they had transferred back to the stricken Constellation-class ship. While he was mildly concerned about some of the patients, he knew that they were in good care with the Cepheus medical staff, and at least they were headed out of the warzone. Of course, that left him with the lingering knowledge they were heading into a warzone. The sound of the yellow alert klaxons worried him. War wounds were the worst kind. Not because of their visceral nature, but because of they seemed somehow needless. While Juno understood fully the need for an armed service and the need to defend one’s self, he also didn’t like needless aggression. From what he could tell, the entire conflict the Challenger had been plunged into seemed to fit in that category. Luckily the cost of lives under his care had been small. No Challenger crew member had been seriously injured in the short dust-up with the Troyians while assisting Cepheus and only five crewmembers of the Cepheus had lost their lives. He paused as he clicked through the last of the files. Only? The coldness with which he’d directed the mental commentary stung at him. He was used to people dying. He was, by training, an epidemiologist. He studied infectious diseases that killed millions of people. A million deaths was a statistic, five was supposed to be a tragedy. Wasn’t it? Sighing he leaned back into the blue-padded chair that sat behind his smallish glass-desk behind the glass walls that were the only aesthetic element that delineated his office from the rest of the room. Working on a starship, where you knew your patients and were just as likely to treat someone for a case of Andarn Herpes they picked up as you were to be saving their life from plasma burns, changed the entire assessment a doctor had to have of a situation. Every life was precious, of course. You didn’t go into the medical business because you didn’t care about people; and while he didn’t believe in any particular deity, he’d always held the sanctity of living creatures to be paramount. Dr. Natalie Harris interrupted his train of thought with a smile and cup of coffee. “You look like you could use this, Alexei.” Juno smiled warmly. Harris was a perfect complement to the sometimes reclusive Chief Medical Officer—she was warm, friendly, and always knew exactly when to bring coffee or donuts. He was glad he someone like that to balance out sickbay and he accepted the mug with a nod. “Thanks.” “I am glad that those patients from Cepheus are headed back towards a more proper medical facility and out of the line of fire,” Harris said as she slipped into one of the hard-backed chairs that sat opposite the desk. Nodding he sipped at the lightly almond flavored beverage. “Yes, I wish we were doing the same.” Harris considered for a moment and sipped thoughtfully at her own beverage. “I can’t say I disagree.” Juno sighed. “And with us staying at alert through all of this, we’re going to be so backed up on all the routine stuff. Bet’s on how many people skip out on their routine check-ups?” Grinning Harris nodded. “I know, but at least we can rangle them in or threaten them with confinement.” Amused, with an eye-brow lift, Juno snorted. “I see you’re picking up some of my bedside manner.” “I haven’t a clue what you mean, Doctor. You have a wonderful bedside manner.” “You’re just trying to suck up.” Harris blushed ever so slightly. Before she could protest, Juno changed the subject. “How is Ambassador Praan?” Harris, thankful for the change of subject, went along with it easily. “He’s doing much better. We released him to his quarters. He stopped by this morning for a check up; near as we can tell his heart is doing much better.” “Good,” Juno said. “He gave us quite a scare there for a while. I have to admit, for a species we’ve dealt with for over two hundred years, we still don’t know whole lot about Vulcan physiology.” Harris nodded, then added. “Yes, but if anything this was a real learning experience for most of the staff. I think most of them didn’t know that a Vulcan hearti is where a human liver is.” Juno smirked. “Yeah, well at least he’s doing better. Now if only this damned war would hurry up and be over with.” Harris sipped at her coffee in silent agreement.
  2. The soft gentle snow that was falling as his transport left the hospital zone had turned to a torrid flurry of giant white snowflakes blistering down from the skies around the grayish hull of the Challenger transport shuttle. The cool, blue jets of her thruster manifolds seemed lost as the pilot throttled up to maneuver lower in the atmosphere. Alexei peered out the porthole window of the transport from his copilot seat. He could just barely make out the tops of snow-covered trees as the pilot throttled back and began a landing pattern near the supposed impact sight that contained large amounts of the substance he’d found in trace elements on the man he believed to be the first victim of the plague. Somewhere below him was supposedly an impact crater of a small asteroid that potentially carried one of the most lethal viruses he’d ever encountered. It was a rather sobering thought, really, that something as small as couple dozen rocks that carried a dormant virus could cause so much destruction and death. He sighed and looked back over to the pilot, who was wearing a standard issue hazmat body gear. It was almost impossible for him not to think about the Lieutenant who’d lost his life. The medical examiner was still working when he left, and he knew there was an investigation into how Mister .t had been infected, but up to this point it had been furthest from his mind. There was a chance, of course, that the Lieutenant had been infected via faulty seals on his hazmat suit, but it was far more likely, and more convenient, that the Lieutenant had simply failed to properly secure or maintain the proper seal of his helmet. In either case, how the Lieutenant had contracted the deadly Plasma Plague, as it was being called now, was irrelevant to solving the mystery of where the disease had came from in the first place. That statement sounded as cold in his head as it really was, and it stung at Alexei for a moment. Was he really that mission focused that he couldn’t be bothered to be moved by the plight of a fellow officer, even if it was more than likely the officer’s own fault he was dead? Apparently so. He pushed the thought out of his head and looked to his console before looking back to the pilot. “The highest concentration looks to be right over there,” he said pointing with a gloved finger. “Bring us in nice and easy.” “Yes, sir.”
  3. Dictionaries defined coincidence generally as an occurrence of events that happen at the same time by accident but seem to have some connection. As the USS Challenger hurdled towards the Oby system, her Chief Medical Officer couldn't help but wonder if there were some connection to the fact that he was aboard Challenger. Shaking off such paranoid arrogances, Alexei Juno took a breath as the lift doors opened, depositing his five foot eleven inch frame near the central sickbay complex of the Excelsior-class starship. Running his hands through the thatch of brown hair that had refused to cooperate after his shower, Alexei headed for his office to begin reviewing the information that they'd managed to obtain from Oby VI. It was fortunate that Starfleet had saw fit to upgrade the medical facilities aboard the Excelsior-class; while the Constitution-classes were prepared and able to respond to most medical crises true epidemics like the one forming on Oby were out off her abilities and generally had to be handled by specifically designed hospital ships. The only problem with the hospital ships is they weren't as easily dispatched as say a front line starship. The doors to sickbay slid open with the trademark hiss of the pneumatic doors aboard all starships, revealing a bustling medical facility that had been ordered into action. A small smile formed on his face as he visually inspected the action of his staff. It was encouraging to see them react so quickly, getting the bio-bed prepped, containment units ready, supplies stocked and ready to go, medical aide packs prepared and ready to beam down to the affected planet. In the far corner of his eye, he noticed Harris working with the orderlies to get the containment for critical care cases setup. Opting to not disturb her, he started walking towards his office and made a mental note to thank her later. It had been his office barely three weeks and most of that had been leave time, but already the desk was cluttered with reports and paperwork. Every time he heard they were becoming a paperless society, the more it seamed he had another fifty forms to fill out as many medical records were still kept in hard copy for security and privacy reasons. Sighing, he headed over to the fresher and took out a mug that would be filled with coffee as soon as his percolator perked. While the tale-tale drips of water becoming coffee began behind him, he started to look through the information from Oby. The initial diagnosis, when the first couple of patients had came in, had been some sort of influenza. That was quickly discarded when other symptoms began showing, such as blood diathesis, hypotension, petechia and several other symptoms that were consistent with some sort of hemorrhagic fever, though tests for all common ones had continued show negative. At that point, according to the record, the extreme contagion factor began showing as many of the nurses who treated the first patients began developing symptoms. By the time they realized that the infection was spreading rapidly and that extreme biohazard cautions were needed, the mortality and infection rate were staggering. As of the last communication with Challenger, Oby authorities reported nearly 140 deaths and 300 people showing symptoms. To make matters worse, the disease had not responded to treatment by the usage of Ribavirin, Interferon, several other anti-viral agents and a host of the best anti-biotics that the colony had on hand. Information on the contagion itself was sketchy at best. The medical personal who'd been handling the original outbreak hadn't been able to do any detailed molecular scans of the infected patients. Juno took a long deep breath before exhaling and looking over to his coffee. The good news, if there was such a thing, is that they did have fairly detailed records on all of the diagnoses cases of the disease. He was sending that information to the science labs for the science kids to begin charting the data, while the biochemists and some of his own people would begin looking through databanks at both the Grima Center and the Cold Station Projects to see if they could find any viral or bacterial agent that matched the profile of what they'd seen so far with the Oby outbreak. Meanwhile, Alexei was beginning work on a report to engineering on the specific containment units he'd need setup. He hadn't told his staff yet, but for the most part he felt their efforts to prepare containment units in sickbay would be futile. While he'd not gathered enough information for the proclamation, he was beginning to suspect whatever was causing the infection at Oby to be a so called "level 4 biohazard." As he'd told Commander Ba'alyo, until the vector could be identified he didn't want to take any chances. If the disease was airborne then standard precautions would be insufficient, and all they needed was a massive outbreak of plague on Challenger, especially since the disease had shown the very curious property of showing a lack of prejudice in it's choice of host species. That said, he was going to ask engineering to construct a containment unit in the cargo bays. When dealing with biological hazards at this level the use of a hazmat suites were a given (which had to be tested to make sure they were properly sealed) and a self-contained oxygen supply would be mandatory. The entrance and exit of a level 4 biolabs needed to contain multiple showers, a vacuum room, an ultraviolet light room, and other safety precautions designed to destroy all traces of the biohazard such as decon chambers. Multiple airlocks would need to be employed and would be electronically secured to prevent both doors opening at the same time. Further the construction itself would need to contain all of the equipment to effectively operate a working hospital with surgical, laboratory and critical care areas and be constructed out of the same basic material as hazmat suites. He was sure engineering was going to love this assignment. The sudden, high-pitch beep of his communications terminal caught him off-guard and derailed his entire train of thought for a moment. Taking a moment to collect himself, Alexei reached over and hit the blinking, round, blue button on his desk. "Dr. Juno here..." "Incoming transmission from the Grima Center," the flowing voice of the second watch communications officer said. "A Dr. Susan Nuress for you, Doctor." Alexei blanched "Lovely, just lovely... of all the people..." "I should tell her your busy?" Closing his eyes and taking a long breath, Alexei finally shook his head. He'd known that sending to Grima for assistance could result in this. In fact, most part of him had expected it. They knew that there was clearly an epidemiologist on the case, why not give him the assistance of one of the best virologists in the Federation to help? Never mind that she and he mixed like oil and water. "No, I'd best get this over with." Holding back a chuckle, the communications officer clicked a few buttons. "Putting the doctor through now, Dr. Juno." It took a few moments for the real-time feed to pop onto his screen, but as soon as it did, Alexei regretted letting the communication go through. "Alexei," the smooth, silken voice of the brown-haired human female came. "It's so good to see you again. Why you haven't even called since you left for Challenger." Forcing a smile, Alexei nodded. "I know Susan, I've just been very busy lately. You know, saving the galaxy and all that." Snorting, Susan leaned back into her chair. "Really? Well, I suppose that's a good use of someone with your talents. I have to admit I was surprised when my assistant told me that I'd be helping the Chief Medical Officer of the Challenger and that she thought I knew him." Holding back a barbed remark, Alexei continued his forced smile. "I have to admit, I was a little surprised when I was told you'd be on the case as well." "I am sure you where," she said with a half-smirk. "Well, let's get down to business. I've read your initial report to Dr. Klansin and Dr. Tholron..." "Oh, what did you think?" The response surprised Alexei, to be sure. "I've cleared my schedule for the next month. I'll be in orbit aboard the John Snow by next week. Till then you and I will need to keep in constant contact..." "Very well." A few minutes later the communication flickered off. If anyone were listening, they likely heard a string of obscenities aimed towards the gods, the ship, the outbreak, and Susan herself.
  4. Alexei Juno stood at the center of the turbolift as it descended from the bridge of the Challenger and headed towards sickbay. His sickbay. That was actually still only starting to sink in that he was going to be running the medical department of an Excelsior-class starship on the frontiers of the civilized world. He's served aboard starships before, even if it was a Miranda-class, and he knew what lay ahead of him. The last days had been trying. They'd had a ship-wide medical emergency, a a dying patient who'd been poisoned, a fight with intelligence over medical ethics that spilled into a fight between himself and the former CMO, and while that happened the Klingon Empire crept precipitously towards all out civil war. Juno couldn't help but wonder if the worst happened, if the Klingon Empire was plugned into a bloody civil war if Challenger would be caught in the crossfire, if they'd be asked to treat the patients that would no doubt arise from such a conflict. His mind instantly wandered to thoughts Gid. She was putting herself in much danger by going back to Qo'Nos. If the fighting broke out, would the Klingons make a distinction between the Deltan and their enemies? Once she stepped off the starship, she lost the protection that the golden parabola and red uniform gave to her. The lift stopped and he took a deep breath. The doors opened and Alexei headed out towards sickbay. With measured steps he made his way to his office and took a seat. Getting used to the idea of it being his chair and his office was going to take sometime. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
  5. Sickbay aboard the Excelsior-class starship had once looked clean, pristine, and in good order, now it looked more like what Alexei imagined Praxis to have looked like after the blow. There was no less than thirty crewmembers in various states of injury laying on one biobed or another, the doors to sickbay were scorched with stray weapons fire, blood of various colors stained the carpet, and a dying Klingon who supposedly was worth more than all thirty of the aforementioned crewmembers combined. Given the status of 'Cardinal,' Alexei couldn't help but be surprised that 'Haskins' hadn't barged in demanding to know his status, yet. Silently, he hoped that Haskins hadn't been injured or anything, he really didn't want to have to deal with the man—at all. The hubris of the intelligence officer, barging into sickbay and demanding a doctor to do something, let alone trying to pull rank. Alexei had never been one for power-games, there was a reason he was a doctor, but he'd be damned if someone was going to come into his domain and threaten the safety of one of his patients, even if had been the President of the Federation himself. On top of that the arrogant ass had wanted to post security in sickbay itself... in the middle of a crisis. Oh yes, that's what they needed more people in the way. Moments such as this were what made him long for the serenity Grima Institute, or hell even the relatively peaceful surroundings of the Okamoto. The heavy hand of the Klingon Doctor, whose name Alexei had given up on, clasped the shoulder of the frazzled doctor. "It does not look good, my friend." 'Friend' was putting it strongly, but Alex nodded all the same. "What's your final prognosis." "He's been poisoned..." "Poisoned?" "Yes," the Klingon said with a frown. "A rather dishonorable way to go, if I must say." Ignoring the comment about 'honor,' Alexei pressed the point. "Poisoned, by what?" "HaGeN tJHuk," the Klingon said in Klingonesse before translating it for the bewildered Alexei. "Rootpulp of the HaGeN weed.." "Never heard of it." "That's not surprising. It's a rather rare fauna that is only known to have grown on the Vathien homeworld..." "I thought the Vathien star went nova twenty years ago..." "It did..." "Then..." "Someone must have a supply handy," the Klingon suggested. "Is there any known antidote?" "Only one was ever found by Klingon doctors. The Vathien's poison making was a highly guarded secret, and they took that knowledge with them when their star went nova." "So there is an antidote... maybe we could synthesize it.." "Unlikely." Alexei blanched, almost afraid to ask. "Why do you say that?" "The only known antidote to our doctors came from an exotic mixture of targ blood, j'inson flowers and Craekin." "Craekin?" "Yes," the Klingon said with heavy sigh. "It's a small muscle that lives in the southern oceans of Romulus." "Hell..." "Yes, as I said the chances of finding all the ingredients in time... and of course there's..." "Yes?" "Well j'inson flowers are almost as rare as HaGeN weed was, they were native to Praxis... and well... Klingons have little fondness for them... the only think I've ever even known to like them were those blasted tribbles." Sighing, Alexei ran his hands through his hair. "So what are the effects of the poison? Maybe we can find a way to.." "It is an anticoagulant, it bonds with the platelets and keeps them from sticking to each other." "Then why all the internal bleeding?" "As an added bonus, in the Klingon anatomy it causes the membranes of veins and arteries to become porus allowing blood to spring forth... and since the platelets can't stop the bleeding...well..." Closing his eyes and taking a breath, Alexei took a moment to sort out his emotions before responding. "Kobayashi Maru." Puzzled the Klingon raised an eyebrow, which seemed slightly ironic to Alexei, but he didn't elaborate further than to say, "It's all over with then?" "Yes, I would say... at his current rate... he has less than an hour, maybe two at the most before he bleeds out." "Could we... how would a complete transfusion work?" "Ineffectively," the Klingon retorted. "The poison has already implanted itself in his organs, the new blood would only be tainted and in a few hours, you'd be having to transfuse more blood. A 'band-aid' I think you people call it." "Damnit." "At least he's resting. No Klingon would want to know he was dying this way..." "That could be a problem." "Oh?" "Without going into too many details, most of which I don't even know... the Captain wants to speak to him before he goes.. apparently he knows something or the other... we'd have to wake him." Frowning the Klingon doctor shook his head. "A true pity that would be, to die in such a way is most dishonorable. Since he did not die in battle, he cannot go to Sto'Vo'Kor. I would highly recommend against it, Doctor. The least you should do is let him die not knowing that such a fate awaits him." "Damnit to hell."
  6. Name: Alexei Juno, Md. Age: 38 Sex: Male POB: Alpha Centauri Ht: 5'11" Wt: 179 lbs Eyes: Hazel Hair: Brown Race: Human Rank: Lieutenant Assignment Medical Officer, USS Challenger Father: Reginald Juno, Ship's Surgeon, USS Harry Truman, retired. Mother: Francis Tollbrooke-Juno, Scientific Researcher Colban Institute, Alpha Centuari Siblings: Aaron Juno, Chief Petty Officer, 2nd Class, USS Jamestown History: Born the second of fraternal twins to a Starfleet Doctor and a noted researcher at the Colban Institute for Xenobiological Studies on Alpha Centauri, Alexei grew up mostly in the care of his mother. Along with his brother, Aaron, he was enrolled at the Harris Academy for Higher Learning at New Paris, Alpha Centuari for preparatory schooling. Though he excelled at the academy, his brother did not and dropped out, returning home to regular schooling and an eventual career in Starfleet as an enlisted. While at the Harris Academy, Alexei enrolled in the ROTC program with Starfleet and began training. Upon graduating, he enrolled at the Centauri University as a pre-med and biology major. He graduated suma cum laude, and went on to be accepted at Cornell Medical School on Earth. At Cornell, he continued in the ROTC program while working on his Md. Graduating in the top 25 of his class and earning the commission of Lieutenant, junior grade. He spent five years aboard the USS Okamoto as an assistant medical officer before returning to Cornell to resume work on a Ph.d, in Epidemiology, having focused closely on infectious diseases during his prior medical schooling. Upon completion of his Ph.d., he spent several years working at the Grima Center for Infectious Diseases as a fellow before returning to active Starfleet duty at the rank of Lieutenant, assigned as an Assistant Medical Officer aboard the USS Challenger. Service Record: -Graduated Centuari University ROTC, earned commission at rank of Ensign (2278) -Completes Medical Degree, Cornell University, earns commissioned rank of Lieutenant, junior grand and assigned to USS Okamoto (2281) -Returned to Cornell, end of active duty (2386) -Returned to Active duty at the rank of Lieutenant, assigned to Challenger, (2393) Academic Record -Graduated Centauri University (Alpha Centauri) Bachelors of Science in Biology (2378) -Graduated Cornell University (Earth) M.D. in Infectious Disease (2381) -Graduated Cornell University (Earth) PhD in Epidemiology (2389)