The quarantine zone was a grim place, filled with the palpable tension of uncertainty and fear. The Alchemist, tall and imposing, moved methodically through the examination area, checking on the randomly selected patients. Frustration gnawed at him; they had tried almost everything, yet nothing seemed to work. He paused, his gaze lingering on a diagnostic screen, as a thought began to take shape.
“Wait,” he muttered, pacing the length of the room. “Think, Alchemist, think.”
He spoke aloud, hoping that articulating his thoughts might spark a solution. “It only affects humans. The indigenous species—Jotun, Gitchi-mando—they’re immune, likely due to their higher Udath Particle concentrations. These particles have always enhanced their immune systems, provided rapid healing. But human blood can’t handle that. It would kill them.”
He stopped mid-step, his eyes widening. “Unless… Canis blood.”
He turned to Spacedawg, who had been watching him intently. “Spacedawg, your blood. Canis blood has known healing properties and compatibility with humans. Are you Rh-O negative?”
Spacedawg nodded. “All Canis are. What are you thinking, Alchemist?”
“If we can use your blood, we might synthesize a cure,” the Alchemist explained. “It could be the answer we’re looking for.”
Spacedawg didn’t hesitate. He rolled up his sleeve and extended his arm. “Take it. If there’s even a chance this could save lives, we need to try.”
The Alchemist quickly prepared the necessary equipment and drew a pint of Spacedawg’s blood. He worked with a precision that belied the urgency of the situation, isolating the necessary components and preparing a serum.
“Let’s test it,” he said, moving to the first patient. He administered a small dose, watching intently as the symptoms began to subside almost immediately. The patient’s breathing eased, and the color returned to their face.
“It’s working,” the Alchemist whispered, awe in his voice. He quickly prepared doses for the other patients. One by one, they began to recover, their symptoms fading, and their strength returning. The serum not only fought the disease but also restored damaged organs, leaving the patients completely cured.
The Alchemist didn’t waste a moment. He set to work producing more serum, readying it for distribution to the Mandoleer’s Folly’s crew and the hospital they had been in contact with.
Spacedawg activated the comms and hailed Ed. “Ed, what’s the status of the crew?”
Ed’s voice crackled through the comms. “Most of the crew, except for Dr. Cornelius
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Spacedawg’s expression was determined. “We have a cure, Ed. We’re coming back with it now. Hang tight.”
Ed’s relief was palpable even over the comms. “Understood, Captain. We’ll hold on. Just get back here safely.”
Spacedawg turned to his team. “We’re heading back to the Mandoleer’s Folly. Let’s move.”
The shuttles lifted off smoothly, leaving the quarantine zone and making their way back to the ship. The return journey was filled with a mix of hope and urgency. They had found a cure, but now they had to ensure it reached those in need before it was too late.
As they approached the Mandoleer’s Folly, the crew prepared for their arrival. Spacedawg’s voice came over the ship’s comms. “This is Captain Spacedawg. We’re returning with a cure. Get the medical bay ready. We’re going to save our crew and stop this disease.”
The Mandoleer’s Folly’s hangar doors opened, welcoming the shuttles back. The crew was ready, and as Spacedawg and his team disembarked with the precious serum, there was a renewed sense of hope and determination. They were ready to fight back against the disease and save the New Brunswick SectorOverview A Sector, commonly referred to as a Provincial Sector, is a designated area of space within the broader and diverse cosmic region known as the Canadian Expanse. These Sectors function similarly to provinces, contributing to the organization and governance of this vast territory. Structure and Division The Canadian Expanse is divided into thirteen Provincial Sectors, each with its own....
