[Accidental Voice Post]

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[The recording picks up just after Sulu starts talking; he's dictating some kind of report, though it's obvious it's for his own personal records more than upper command. His voice is hoarse from the effort he's making to keep a professional, calm tone and it's clear that there's something... wrong with how he's breathing, though it's not immediately noticeable.]

And - well. [He clears his throat.] At 1600 hours, a landing party consisting of Captain Kirk, Dr. McCoy, Commander Spock, myself and ten ensigns attempted to liberate the Tarsus IV base from - well, what can only be described as zombies. [He still sounds a little in disbelief, despite the fact that it's obvious by now that he's encountered the things.] Approximately halfway to base, we were swarmed by... I'd like to say one hundred of them; we were outnumbered but [a weak laugh] when has that really ever mattered? We managed to beam back when the hostile forces became too much; we lost three ensigns in the fight but the rest -

[He sighs and says, exhausted,] Scratch that. We lost three ensigns in the horde but, during attempts to rescue one of them, I - ... I suffered a bite wound to my left forearm. [Another laugh, distinctly less calm than the previous,] Which really wouldn't be an issue, except they - well. They really are zombies, the walking dead, any name works, and when you're bitten tradition indicates that you have a limited time-frame before you become one yourself. Always hated horror movies. I had - I had doubts, but now...

[He takes a deep breath and it sounds shaky - rattling a little. Far from good.] I'm experiencing a fever of 313 kelvin, nausea, aching joints, red eyes, lethargy - Dr. McCoy has tried out so many vaccines on me - I don't remember them all - but none had any effect. None at all.

[There's a long pause while Sulu tries to keep his coughing fit down to a minimum. When he speaks again it's with a definite... droop to his tone - he's tired.] We're attempting other responses to this but I - ... I'm sorry. This is just ridiculous. Zombies aren't - they. Mmn. This isn't funny on even an ironic, karmic scale. I've tried everything.

I don't want to sound so dire about this but - mm. [Another coughing fit,] I need to return to the sickbay, I wasn't even supposed to leave, I just needed to... get out of there.

[He chuckles to himself.] I hate being dramatic. It's just a stupid bite. [A little deliriously, and how the hell he'd know the song is beyond me but, he hums and says,] Give my wife my love... Just gotta finish one other report - [Before the recording ends.]


((OOC: All replies voice; Sulu got his ass bit 8( Backlogging may commence but yeah. NOBODY WAS SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS 8) ))

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[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

[He walks in towards the end of the post and rewinds and plays it for them both, then just gives Sulu the look.]

Do you even have a wife?

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[Here is the most deadpan look a guy with zombie-itus can give a man.] It's from a song, Captain.

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

Man, you need to relax. Stop acting like you're dying, Lieutenant. We're going to fix this. [A pause.] We're going to.

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... [No, no we're not, I'm really sorry Jim but let's face the facts-] Of course we are, but - it's better to have records. Just in case.

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

There isn't anything Bones can't fix, he'll have you up on the bridge again in a day or two.

[parked]

[Trying to be positive when you feel like you're about to literally collapse on yourself and all you want to do is finish some damned reports that you might not get to finish later - it's... not easy. He puts his head in his hands.] Of course he will.

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

He was saying we... [God, this is hard to say.] We might need to restrain you if the virus starts advancing. He's already quarantining the Sick Bay.

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[That's a pretty sure sign that the diagnosis is grim.] Yeah. [He blinks blearily and starts to stand, taking it slow,] That would probably be smart.

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

But, he's going to fix this. There's a way, and he's gonna find it. [He wants to believe it he really does but he saw what happened to those people on Tarsus IV. Not even Bones is that good.]

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I - [He has a serious case of vertigo but he just grabs the chair and gives Kirk as calm a look as he can muster at the current moment - which really isn't all that calm or content.] Of... Of course, Jim - that's what he does. Fixes things that can be fixed. [Not that he can be fixed, but it's probably better to say that than nothing.] I'm going to the sickbay now.

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

At least let me give you a hand... [He doesn't wait for an answer, he grabs Sulu around the waist and lifts his arm over his shoulders.] I'm not letting you go before me, remember?

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[He's completely thankful for it and makes no effort to hide that, gratefully half-leaning against Kirk for support.] Exactly. Besides, technically I wouldn't be going anywhere. [That's an awful joke but there's only so much positivity you can get out of becoming a zombie, okay?]

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

Not the kind of optimism I was looking for, but I'll take what I can get, considering the circumstances. [He helps Sulu toward the sickbay bc... I don't know where this post started.]