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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2006 17:55:26 GMT
Doctor Edwin Bailey of the US Rutherford was enjoying a hot cup of green tea in his office slowly absorbing the local report from Star Fleet Medical. It was a dull read, but then again it was a dull day. He had only one patient come in during the past 24 hours and that was for a scheduled physical. Maybe he should have put a little more effort into his studies back at the Academy, at least then he would have had a better pick of assignments.
The door to his office chimed “Come in” Edwin replied. The door replied by hissing open, the waiting guest replied by crossing their arms impatiently. “Come in.” Edwin repeated.
“Not this time, this time you come out. You’ve been locked in there all day doing nothing. I just got off my shift half an hour ago and I know yours ended an hour ago. I booked the holodeck a week ago for this evening and I told you eight times to meet me there at 20:00, it is now 20:15 and I find you here.” The Ktarian hybrid narrowed her brow, her stare would freeze both of Vulcan’s suns in an instant.
“All right, all right, I’m sorry Becca, this article was written by a friend of mine and I got a little distracted.” Edwin put the PaDD down and got up. He was lying and was pretty sure she would figure it out.
“I’m not getting into this with you, If we don’t hurry someone is going to slip into the holosuit and start running some dreck like Vulcan love Slave IV.” Becca grabbed Edwin by the arm. She had already changed out of her uniform and into a Victorian era dress, Edwin suspected he would be wearing the male counterpart soon. Becca had a thing for running holoprograms taking them back to see a Shakespeare play as they where seen originally. Edwin had a thing for futuristic holonovals, but Becca had the stronger will in the relationship and Edwin would rather wear tights then be in a fight with her.
=A= All senior staff report to the Conference room immediately=A= The Captain’s voice cut them off mid stride. “I’ll meet you there, I need to get changed first.” Becca began to head toward her quarters. “I don’t know Becca, it sounds pretty urgent.” Edwin protested. “V’rek probably spotted some nebula on sensors and the Captain wants to talk about it.” Becca replied. “Besides, I can’t go like this.” “I’ll tell them you’ll be late then.” Edwin shrugged and headed to the turbolift.
As it was Edwin was the first to arrive in the conference room. The Captain and FO arrived soon afterward talking in low whispers. The Vulcan operations officer entered looking as excited as a Vulcan could. The rest of the crew trickled in afterwards looking as though they expected the same thing Becca did, a boring nebula. Becca entered wearing her gold-collared engineer’s uniform. She looked over at Edwin with a look of “I told you so” although Edwin was not sure what she had told him about.
“Everyone sit down.” Captain Takk ordered, he was a tall Tellarite who’s sagging stomach and greying fur marked him as a man ready to retire. It took a moment for everyone to find their seats. The bulk of the crew had been together for more then a year and had become rather territorial about where they sat during these talks. As one of the longer serving officers (sitting at 1.5 years) Edwin had managed to snag himself a seat pointed to the window. Becca had claimed the seat next to him a few weeks ago when the old Security officer was promoted to another ship. The USS Rutherford B was what was known as a “revolving door” vessel, crewmembers rarely served on her for over 3 years before a vacancy on a better, more prestigious vessel opened up. Those who did not leave where not good enough to get promoted elsewhere and too good to get demoted to some derelict space station. Some days Edwin was certain he was teetering on the edge of either option, which one had a habit of changing frequently.
“We’ve been given an important mission by command. Now this is our first real mission in a few months so we need to do a good job or we will get stuck surveying gas giants for the rest of the year, got it?” Captain Takk paused briefly, Edwin knew not to interject anything at this point or risk the Captain’s wrath. “Some anthropologists have reportedly lost contact with their satellites orbiting a planet in the O’Ryan system. The satellites where monitoring small pre-warp civilisation that has captured the interest of many re-known anthropologists so fixing the probe is top priority.” Edwin glanced over at Becca who had her thumb knuckle shoved into her mouth to keep from breaking out into laughter. He knew what she meant, an anthropologist’s Starfleet top priority, not likely.
“This, ah, mission.” The new Security officer stammered. ‘Is it likely to require any preparation from my department?” “No, I... No, well that, not at the moment” Takk replied sounding slightly abashed. “Just the standard preparation from all of you all right?” he took a deep breath. “We will arrive in the O’Ryan system tomorrow at 1300 if we maintain our current speed. Dismissed.”
Becca grabbed Edwin by the arm and ushered him out into the hall. “I didn’t think it could get much worse then a nebula, but he sure showed me.” “Your lucky, at least this has something to do with engineering, unless a satellite has an injured alien attached to it I’ll be spending the next few weeks playing solitaire in the mess hall.” Edwin replied. “Some days I almost pray for a Borg invasion.” “I second that.” Becca nodded. “That meeting was a waste of time, now my holodeck reservation is almost up, we won’t even get to see three scenes of Hamlet before someone else comes barging in.”
They never saw Hamlet, a group of half a dozen lower deck crewmembers had commandeered the holosuit for a game of basketball and seemed intent to ignore rank. By the time Edwin and Becca got the group out of the suite, their time was up.
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The next afternoon Edwin wandered up to the Bridge in search of Becca. It would have been easier to ask the computer, but he was bored and the search would entertain him for awhile. Sure she was probably down in Engineering, but he hadn’t been to the Bridge in almost a week. They would have arrived in O’Ryan’s system an hour ago accept for a few small obstacles, mainly a few outdated parts that decided they’d had enough of warp 6 and would tolerate nothing over warp 5. Just as the doors to the lift opened Edwin felt the ship drop out of warp.
“Scan the system, see if you can pick up the satellites or anything else of interest.” Captain Takk ordered. “Captain, It would appear that the largest of the two suns has been experiencing several large solar flares creating some electrical disturbances. It would be logical to assume with is why the anthropologists lost contact with their satellites.” T’rek reported “Then why our we not experiencing any difficulties.” Takk asked. “The flares have since ceased and the disturbances have lulled.” T’rek replied. “Most likely the satellites sustained damage during this time and will need to be repaired.” “Can you locate them?” Takk stood up from the Captain’s chair and wandered over to the operations console. T’rek stiffened slightly as the Tellarite captain leaned over to look at the scans “That will be difficult, there is a large amount of debris in the system, the satellites are proving difficult to find.”
“Needle in a haystack.” Edwin muttered, he was trying to decide if he should bother staying. “Pardon me doctor?” The Captain asked, finally taking note of Edwin. “Nothing sir, just an old earth saying. Finding the satellites is like finding a needle in a haystack.” Edwin explained. “Very difficult.” “I see.” Takk turned his attention back to the vulcan officer. “Where did all this debris come from?” “I’m trying to determine that as we speak Captain, I...” T’rek stopped. “Sir, are we missing a ship?” “Who, us? all the shuttles are in the bay.”
“Computer enlarge image located in sector F5” a large chunk of debris Edwin had not noticed grew larger. “Computer enlarge image located in section J9” again it enlarged until a series of numbers became visible. NCC-750074-A “Run it through the database.” Takk ordered, the bridge became charged with an urgency Edwin had not felt since the Academy.
“It’s the Nevada A, a Sovereign class vessel, last report had them returning from Tammeron bound for Starbase Assailant.” The Bridge grew stunningly silent. No one was quite sure what to do. Edwin wracked his brain trying to figure out if he knew anyone on the vessel. No one came to mind, but he was familiar with the ship.
“They must have evacuated, scan for escape pods!” Edwin urged, a few minutes later scans revealed no pods in the vicinity, they where either out of range or gone. ‘Check the planet, do something.” “We are doing something doctor!” Takk growled. “Go get sickbay ready, you may have guests.” “Sir I’m detecting a large mass of human life signs on the third planet, there are other non-native life signs as well.” T’rek reported. Takk turned away from Edwin for a moment “Get in closer and run a full sweep, prepare for mass transport, Doctor get back to sickbay and prepare for casualties!”
Edwin knew better then to argue and rushed towards the Turbolift. The Rutherford’s sickbay was small and he only had three nurses and five medics at his disposal, all of which had other jobs they’d rather do. Edwin quickly followed the necessary procedures to get them all under his command. He had twenty six biobeds, not all in the best condition and some medical cots. He had an EMH that was usually dependable. To be honest he was not sure how sickbay, his team or himself would handle such a rescue, he’d never had to do anything like it before. “I thought Norway class Cruisers could only handle 500 evacuees, the Nevada was a Sovereign class, she could have as much as 800 crewmembers.” One of the more intelligent Medics interjected as Edwin explained the situation. “Yeah, but this day and age she would not have a full crew, and neither do we. It will be cosy but it will work.” Edwin replied. “So off you go, you know what to do.”
All over the small ship extra room was being made, cargo beamed off to make room for evacuees, and lower deck crewmembers where being told to bunk in with a colleague. When word came in about the evacuation Edwin learned that most of the Nevada crew had congregated in a mountainous region and where being evacuated first. The senior officers however where not with the group. A large vulcan Engineer reported that they had evacuated in two groups, the Captain, first officer, engineer and navigation officer had stayed on the ship later then the rest of the senior staff to try to stop the self destruct. The ship’s doctor, science officer and others had gone with the bulk of the crew, but left in search of lost pods. They had not been seen since and missed the planned rendezvous.
So far Sickbay was not too busy, a few cases of malnutrition and dehydration and some bumps and bruises where all Edwin needed to treat. He was beginning to think that all the hassle of setting up for mass casualties had been in vain. Up on the Bridge T’rek was still trying to locate the rest of the missing crew.
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Edit: Numbers looked a bit off (thanks Frek) in bold are the numbers as I think they should be. Left yours in case they had some other relevance. - Jira
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Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Aug 31, 2006 21:57:02 GMT
“Will you help me?” Knurd asked, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. Looking at him, Harrias saw not only a man hoping to free his people, not only a man who wanted to pull down the men who had killed his family and then put him to work, but a man who finally believed. And belief was catching, so catching as to disguise its danger. Jira dropped his eyes as he spoke his next words. “I will do what I can. But my words are no more than advice to the King, and from what you tell me, it seems many of your men would be placed in the vanguard.” “It is true.” The guard’s head drooped down again, the hope smashed. “But it is possible that I could gain you a majority in the vanguard. Even if your numbers are few, they could hold a majority in the van.”
Everyone was now huddled around the makeshift table; maps strewn over it. The Kreld lines were drawn up roughly, parts of them altered recently. “The Kreld hold their walls with a mere two thousand, and yet every man on the wall is worth ten on the ground. If we send the vanguard down the right, to here.” He indicated a point on the wall that was out of sight from the camp and the Draamar lookouts. “Five thousand men, three thousand of which would be yours.” Al’Azif frowned, his forehead folding against itself. “Sir?” He queried. But before Jira could reply, Hannah was postulating again. “And if we could send word to the Kreld beforehand, we could remove two thousand Draamar, and boost the wall by three thousand.” “I figured for a boost of only two thousand, after casualties, but aye. The wall would have twice as many men to defend her, the Draamar unawares.”
Knurd looked up at him, his eyes open wide. “But surely the Kreld will think it an ambush or trick of some kind?” “I think our people can convince them of our intent. If not, I will not lie, your people will be marching to their deaths. But it is the best I can offer you.” “And we will take it.” The Draamar soldier replied, bowing his head slightly. Jira returned the gesture with a smile as the guard retreated to the wall again, suddenly worried about appearances once again.
The federation officers spent the next hour or two poured over the table, making adjustments to the war plan. When they were convinced that it was complete, the trill gestured to Knurd. “I would see the king.” With another small nod the guard retreated from the room, soon to be replaced by another. A few minutes later one of the king’s personal guard ducked into the room. “The king will see you. Alone.”
After a short, and now familiar trek across the camp, the federation captain was presented to the Draamar king once more, to lay out the plan for war. The conversation was long, and much clarification was required, but the king agreed. War was looming large on the horizon: the king was impatient to crush his enemy, and they would have less than 6 hours to get a message to the Kreld.
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Post by steve on Sept 4, 2006 0:38:43 GMT
With Steve's training in tactics and is interest in the history of old English battles he decided to take up a position near to the main gate. The longer they can keep them out and hold the main gate and the first wall the longer they will hold this city and find a way out of this mess. Soon after Lorre had returned from her little trip outside of the camp the alarm was sound for everyone to get ready for an attack. Steve was standing with Cyle and most of the other crew members and officers that had not headed for the mountains just after the crash landing. "WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!" a man shouted "GET TO YOUR POSITIONS!" Steve looked at the men that were standing around him and with the doctor missing since she returned to the city Steve was incharge. "Right we are under attack, the only way we are going to get out of this is if we help to protect this city." "About time" Cyle muttered under his breath just quiet enough for Steve not to here "Cyle we are going to help protect the main gate and the outer wall, I need you and the other crew to fan out and cover as much area as they can. You are incharge of getting everyone where they need to be. Lt Loki you are with me" Cyle nodded and starting barking orders, from the looks of it he was pairing the non combat crew up with a either a Marine or a combat officer. Steve walked off followed by Alexis walking up to a large party of Kreld solders "Who's incharge here?" Steve asked "I am" a tall man answered "I am incharge of the defences protecting the main gate and the front wall, I have little time what do you want?" "Myself and the rest of our party are going to help protect the city, do you have any idea on the size and distance of the enemy force?" "The enemy force is large, much bigger than we are and it is only a matter of time before they start attacking. We thank you for any help you and your people can offer us, I will send one of my men to find your people and give them any weapons or supplies they may need. Good luck" Steve nodded and turned away. "Lets get back to the front" Loki nodded and walked back standing shoulder to shoulder to Steve. =^= Steve to Cyle..... =^= Steve paused for a moment remembering that their comm badges didn't work down here, he was tired and it was really getting to him. Steve looked and Loki who he could see was smiling at his mistake and he smiled too. "We will get through this Alexis, I promise you that" Neither of them had got on well with each other, mainly due to Steve lying to the crew and putting two of it officers... his friends lives at risk. But now with their lives on the line Steve wanted to make a mends or at least seem like a nice person before they both died.
Steve and Loki returned to the front line and met up with Cyle "How are things?" Steve asked "The local troops have given us armour and weapons and I have placed our people at the best spots along the front wall." "Well done" Steve commented "Commander, I have supplies here for you and Loki, I suggest you put them on I have heard people say the attack is about to start." Steve nodded taking the items from the Marine he turned to Loki and help her to put on her armour to protect her chest with her helping him in the same way.
A few moments pasted and everyone stood in silence, the only sound that could be heard were the noise of foot steps from the other side of the wall. Then they stopped "Maybe they changed there minds?" Ensign Nathan Hillard commented but Steve knew different. *Knock Knock Knock* Someone was banging on the main door leading into the city, it had been reinforced and would take alot more than that to break it down. "Kreld forces" a mans voice called out "The forces of the Draamar have you surrounded and out manned. Give up now and we will make your deaths quick and painless. You have 10 seconds to reply" There was no way that the Kreld were going to give up so it ment there was a fight on there hands Steve grabbed hold of Alexis's hand and held it tight "I will do my best to protect you, good luck." Steve dropped her hand and drew his sword, Alexis did the same and they both were ready to fight.
A matter of moments later it started a volley of arrows came flying over the wall it almost looked like a flock of birds flying over, straight over Steve and his teams heads and into the city behind them. It had started!
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Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Sept 8, 2006 13:01:30 GMT
Returning to the small accommodation that the king had given them use of, Harrias glanced around the room quickly as he entered. He noticed that Knurd had been placed by another guard. He frowned; irritated at this change of situation, it would create problems when they wanted to send someone to the Kreld. In silence the trill commanding officer walked to the middle of the room, and unfurled the maps on the table once again. The rest of the starfleet officers moved into a huddle around. As they did so, the guard moved in closer so that he could listen to them.
“The Kreld are approximately an hour’s march from here, and the king has ordered that the vanguard leaves in six hours, with the rest of the force leaving an hour later. We are to travel with the mainstay of the force, in the King’s own company.” He paused, furtively looking over to the guard. “Stevenson, Al’Azif, could you see to acquiring us some armour from the smith’s. It’s about four buildings left of here. I’m sure the guard outside will accompany you. And if you could look at that other thing Al’Azif?”
The guard snapped his head up at them; “What other task?” He asked suspiciously. Jira feigned disinterest. “I asked him to find out if we would be horsed. The king said that if we could find enough ponies we might have beasts as wild as we.” With a laugh the guard gestured that the pair could leave. Jira crossed his fingers carefully, hoping that Al’Azif could slip the guard and make it to the Kreld; otherwise the vanguard would fight amongst itself, while the Kreld destroyed them all.
This said, even if the human did manage to get away from the Draamar camp, there was still a chance that he would be shot down by the Kreld defences, Jira could only hope that his starfleet uniform would earn him the chance to explain himself. If he could survive to speak with Lorre or Steve, there was a good chance that the plan would work. Unfortunately, there were a large number of things that could go wrong before that.
“Right people; let’s get some sleep while we can. I’ll wait for Hannah’s return, but I want the rest of you to get some shut-eye.” His voice sounded far more confident that he did, that much he knew.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2006 3:44:21 GMT
Finding the remaining Nevada crew was taking much longer then Edwin would have thought. He was no Opps officer, but it seemed to him that finding a bunch of Starfleet personal on a sparsely populated planet should have taken less then an hour, apparently it did not. Of course there was always the possibility that everyone who had split up from the main group was dead, but Edwin did not wish to entertain that idea for more reasons then one.
He was finished up with the last of the evacuees, a Martian Lieutenant who insisted on being looked after last. His name was Lani Talla and from their conversation Edwin gathered that he was the nightshift CO, and a good man. He seemed sullen at first, almost distant. Of course if Edwin had lost his ship and had no idea where his captain was he might feel the same way, maybe. Eventually Edwin managed to get the man to talk. Edwin prided himself in having a good bedside manner, and getting patients to say anything more then "it hurts here doc" was part of that.
"I'll be honest I did not even know they made sickbays this small anymore." Lani commented.
"The Rutherford is not exactly a new ship, and sickbay's rarely this full. In fact I've never had more then two patients at a time before this." Edwin replied. "You're dehydrated more then the others."
"I gave most of my water rations away." Lani shrugged. "Others needed them more."
Edwin nodded in understanding, this action would fit what he knew about the Martian so far. "Hmm, well I won't tell your CMO, I doubt he'd approve of such reckless self endangerment."
"The Nevada's doctor is a She, and it's hard to say, Doctor Lorre's always looked out for the lower deck crew so she might do the same." Lani corrected.
Edwin dropped the tricorder he was holding. "Wait a moment, is your doctor a Bajoran, only been out of the Academy a few years?"
"Yeah, you know doctor Lorre?" Lani asked.
"I... while I knew her yeah. She.... while it's an awkward story, but she..." Edwin had only shared this with a few people, mainly himself and Becca. "Melain almost got me kicked out of the Academy, entirely accidental I'm sure..."
"She's never mentioned anything about it to me before." Lani replied.
Edwin decided he might as well share. "We where assigned to work on a project together. We'd been given a hypothetical illness and where supposed to come up with a cure. It was a bit of a race between the cadets and while... I fell asleep."
"You did what? How?" Lani seemed to be struggling to keep a strait face.
"I'd been up late the previous night with some friends, I wasn't going to stay up past midnight, but then, while I lost track of time. So there we where in the holo-scenerio discussing the nature of the illness. Melain was discussing the tests she'd ran and I dozed off. I guess I was out for almost an hour, when I woke up Melain was halfway through finding a cure. I asked why she hadn't woken me sooner and she simply replied that I looked peaceful and probably needed the sleep."
"So how did that get you almost expelled?" Lani asked.
"After the scenario was over we got the results. We finished ten minutes after the first place team and came in second. Melain let it slip as we where leaving that maybe next time I should get some rest before so we could get first place. One of the Instructors heard and later that day I was called into the commandants Office. My marks had already been borderline, they said that this was the last straw and that if I did not pull an A in the next assignment or exam I would be kicked out of the program. It took one week of strait studying to pull off that grade."
"So you mean to tell me that I was just treated by a CMO who just in barely graduated?" Lani asked.
"Pretty much, and that's why I ended up here and cadets like Lorre Melain on the Nevada." Edwin replied. "I never really talked to her much after that, I suppose I should have, but I was a little embarrassed. Anyway, you are clear to go, have something to eat, just not anything too rich or heavy and drink several decent sized glasses of water, Oh and I’d also recommend you find a sonic shower and a change of clothe.”
Lani hopped off the biobed and headed to the door “Thank you doctor. When they find the others can you let me know?”
Edwin nodded “You’ll be the first I call. I’m heading up to the Bridge right now to see how things are going.”
The bridge was bustling with slightly more activity then usual. “Any luck?” Edwin asked V’rak who was hunched over his console.
“We have isolated human bio signatures in the North Western hemisphere, however at the moment things are chaotic. Some of the Federation signatures are weak and they are currently surrounded by locals, I am trying to get a closer look.”
“Surrounded by locals, are they disguised?” Edwin asked.
T’val shook his head “Doubtful, according to crew reports most of their technology was not working, any measures to conceal their appearance would have been impossible.”
“So you mean to say that they are associating with this pre-warp race undisguised?” Edwin could not believe this, he would have never pictured do-gooder Lorre Melain breaking something a vital as the Prime Directive.
“It would appear so, yes.” T’Vak nodded.
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Post by hannah on Sept 10, 2006 19:03:56 GMT
Hannah followed Al’Azif and the guard out of the building. The guard gestured to another officer nearby to take his position guarding the starfleet officers.
They walked the short distance to the black smiths. They entered though a large door into a large workshop room. The room was filled with weapons and armour. Hannah noticed a man stood holding a piece of medal over a fire. She moved over to him watching her step careful so she didn’t trip over the metal object cluttering the floor. The man looked up at her examining her face that looked extremely strange to him.
“What would you like?” he asked.
“I need armour and weapons for three people,” Hannah asked. The man was about to speak when he noticed the guard in the corner of room. The blacksmith’s and the guard’s eyes met.
“These are by order of the King,” the guard said responding to the blacksmiths glaze that illusated the question on the end of his tounge.
“Who are the armour for?” he asked.
“Us two,” Hannah said gesturing to her and Al’Azif, “And another man.”
The black smith looked surprised.
“You want armour, but you are a…woman, women don’t fight,” he said surprised.
“Yes, I want armour,” Hannah said, not wanting to start an argument about equal opportunities to a medieval blacksmith. He looked towards the guard for confirmation, he just responded with a slow nod.
“It will take about an hour to modify some armour for you,” he said moving to the back of the room. He grabbed three swords of the wall and moved back over to Hannah laying out the swords for her inspection.
She looked at the swords but wasn’t certain what she was looking for and from the look on Al’Azif face she knew he didn’t know either.
“They are fine,” she said with a smile. He then moved around the room grabbing bits of armour.
“These should fit you,” he said as she dumped the armour in front of Al’Azif, “Could you describe the third man.”
Hannah and Al’Azif tried to portray the captain figure as best they could and answered any of the questions the blacksmith posed as he strolled around the workshop collecting parts for Jira’s armour.
Hannah picked up the three swords and she looked toward the guard for a hand with the armour.
He gestured to Al’Azif to help.
“I need to find out if we can be horsed,” Al’Azif said.
“If you are in need of horses go to the Mukra stables, he had some young horses, they are not fully training, but all the rest are being used for the battle in the morning,” the blacksmith suggested.
“I will go with you,” the guard said.
“I could do with a hand carrying the armour back,” Hannah requested trying to find a way to stop the guard going with Al’Azif so he contacts the Kreld. The guard was about to start lifting some armour when the black smith spoke.
“Me and my apprentice will help her carry the armour back,” the blacksmith suggested.
“Very well, I will go with him,” the guard said. The felt a wave of worry pass over her, she hoped Al’Azif could find a way to escape the guard.
“Good luck,” she said to Al’Azif with a wishful hope in her eyes.
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Post by fthelev on Sept 12, 2006 19:53:32 GMT
Knurd had trouble getting to sleep. The day had come to an end several hours ago, as had in fact several prisoners. King Sutef must have been in a good mood today. He only executed three or four. Last night, or actually this one, had been a long one. The news and the plans had to be spread through-out his group. And though they had set-up a system for spreading messages around quickly a long time ago, it had still taken a fair amount of time. And time was something they lacked. It was not the blanket that appeared to have been made out of hedgehog skin that was keeping him awake. He had gotten used to that. No, it was the thought of the forthcoming fight. Dawn was only a few hours away, and so would be death for many people. And depending on the outcome it could even be worse. He had betted on a tiny chance when he had trusted the strangers and asked for their help. But the chances would be even less without them. If only that guy with the name that sounded like buzzing insects, what was it again? Al'Azif, that was it. That Al'Azif would be able to get through to the Kreld.
He sighed an turned to his other side. It would be a vital part, and for the worse he had been relieved of guard duty by one of his colleagues. If he wanted to speak the ginger headed alien with all those weird spots, it was going to be hard. If lucky tomorrow, if not... He didn't want to think about it. He would have to rely on the word of a stranger, and on this tiny amount of simply luck where so many things depended on.
Though he had thought it impossible he had managed to finally fall asleep. Something he was surprised to find out at the earliest possible break of dawn the next morning. A firm hand had gripped his arm. For a moment he was afraid the stranger had broken his word and betrayed him to the King. But then a harsh voice hissed in his ear, “Knurd, Knurd, come on you lazy [word deleted]! Wake up.” Slowly the soldier opened his eyes and stared at shape of burly figure standing next to his bed. “Grandma?” he murmured. “No you idiot,” the voice of a friend sighed, “ It's me! Come on, the roll-call is starting in a few minutes. We don't wanna be late and marked as deserter.” Everything rushed back into his head. The war, the strangers, the conspiracy, the final attack on the Kreld. With a speed that would be deadly for most people during those ungodly hours of the morning Knurd jumped out of bed. Freshen up, clothes, weapons and armour, and then on to the square. That was the right order. He splashed some water in his from a clay bowl standing on a table. The bowl was cracked and some water had sipped through unto the equally cracked table top. It had trickled down one of its paws gathering dirt and ended up in a small dark pool on the floor. But to be honest, water could not be considered incredibly clean in the first place. But that apparently was not something that particularly bothered this Shamin native, or for that matter probably any other.
Large masses of soldier had gathered on the central square bordering the city palace after the compulsory roll-call. Though this wasn't, it wasn't a good thing being seen elsewhere. In the west the sky was still the darkest blue with the specks that were the stars draped across the firmament. The more towards the east you would look, the more the blue would change its shade. And then reaching the far east horizon, a patch of pink was colouring the sky, the markings of a new day. A palace side-door leading to a platform opened and the talking stopped. Several figures stepped through the door. One he recognize instantly. The long robes in bright Draamar colours, that could only be one person. The King. The cheering stopped as the King Sutef raised his arms and started to speak. Though his thundering words echoed over the square they were all lost to Knurd. He was staring straight to two uneasy looking figures standing in the back, almost still inside the building. He could see the one called Jira scanning the masses until his eyes rested fixed on his location.
On the other end Jira nodded slowly hoping the local would pick up his gestured. With Al'Azif hopefully behind enemy, or allied lines, depending on how you looked at it, and the plan of attack accepted by the Sutef everything was set in motion. This would either be go well or be a complete disaster. There was no in-between or a way back. The Draamar king had insisted they would join him to the battle-field where they would join one of the legions. The Starfleet officers, not the King. He would oversee the battle from a hill top.
The King turned around and gestured them to get inside. “ We are ready now,” he said. His eyes pierced towards Captain Jira and then to his first officer. “ We should be ready to attack in an hour or so. The trebuchets are already weakening the Kreld fortifications.” Hannah thought about Frek, still in the cabin. “And nothing will happen to our ill friend,” she insisted once more. Sutef smiled, it was a smile without joy are any kind of affection. “You do your job well, he lives,” he said in such a final tone it would ensure him no-one would bother him about it again, “ That is, if the disease doesn't get him before the day reaches noon.” There was a hint of pleasure in his voice, as if he was enjoying the situation.
Hannah remained quiet and plucked at her armour. It was the one aspect of the idea, well one of the many, she didn't quite like. Frek would have to be left behind. They were assured the local 'fifth-column' would get him to safety once the soldier would be out of time.
Uneasy the small group of Starfleet officers sat on their mammals, the beast indeed has some resemblance to ponies. The snouts were larger and they had hell of a lot more fur and a foul smell coming out of a mouth with sharp teeth. Feed it a sugar lump and it will have you limbs as well. The noticed it was an impressive sight. To the horizon in front of them to the far back the road seemed to be filled with soldiers. Some on animals, most on foot. One of the crewman swallowed. He had always followed his superiors officers and followed their order and trusted their judgement. But this time he wasn't so sure. There was no way a couple of conspirators and a handful of Kreld defenders could defeat this lot. They would be unmasked and something reasonably unpleasant would happen. Something along the lines of torture and a very uncomfortable death.
Somewhere amongst those masses Knurd looked up to the celeste of the skies above him and took a deep breath. From the hill he was standing to the other hill where city-walls towered up the fields seemed to be filled with men, apart from a strip of a hundred of meters or so directly beneath the walls. Whether the plan would work or not, soon the fighting would start between the Kreld and the Draamar. Thousands of souls would venture into this morning of death. From deep horn echoed its melancholic sound over the battle field soon to be taken over by other horns, blowing the final signal. Attack!
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Post by fthelev on Sept 12, 2006 19:54:01 GMT
When Doctor Edwin Bailey couldn't believe that the USS Nevada crew was 'associating' with the locals undisguised he had no idea of the full extent of things. And when he did later found out he remembered being utterly shocked. And not only him. As was most of the Rutherford crew and even the Nevada crew who had no idea of the sequence of events, having only camped out in the mountains for some time. When he left T'Vak to return to his duties in sickbay, he was still in an ignorant bliss.
“It's no use,” Floyd Barber sighed, pushing himself away from the console and throwing his hands in the air to express his frustration. “We'll get there,” T'Vak replied calmly hardly raising an eyebrow. They had been at it for hours now, and managed to get the part of the crew that was scattered throughout the mountainous area to the Rutherford. But for the several dozens residing in the more urban areas they still hadn't come any closer of getting a good fix on them. “Come on,” Floyd wailed, “The residue of that solar flare has still left enough EM-interference in that atmosphere to make any individual transporter lock impossible, not when it's surrounded by god knows how many native bio-signs anyway.”
So far that hadn't been a lie. On the open field where any large bio-sign appeared to be non-native it was easy to get a lock. After all, it didn't have to very precise. You just lock on to the approximate coordinates and energize. Can't hardly go wrong. Okay, apart from this one incident with the wild boar-like thing. But do that trick in the city and you would also be beaming up half the population.
“We either have to wait a few weeks for the residue traces to dissolve or find a way to penetrate the interference,” he continued. “...and that is not an option,” Captain Takk said overhearing part of the conversation as he passed, he halted an peeked at the console. “Get Becca here, she might be able to help you out,” he ordered in the form of an advise, “You might be able to get a better resolution using the transmitter on the deflector array.” “It should have more power,” T'Vak agreed quite Vulcan-like.
“Captain?” a thin voice trailed over from the other end of the bridge. Takk looked up. “ What is it Rika?” he asked the security officer. Rika licked her lips nervously, “I think you need to see this sir.” The fact that she licked her lips didn't actually mean she was nervous, she just did that most of the time. Takk crossed the bridge and for a moment enjoyed the space and silence around him. This was virtually the only place on his ship that wasn't swamped with shipwrecked Nevada crew. “What've you got,” he asked reaching her station. She pointed it out on her screen. “Look at the conglomeration of bio-signs here and here.” “So it's a crowded area.” Takk shrugged. Rika had to admit that was true. A bit too crowded for being entirely normal. She tapped another control. “Sure, but look. This is what the sensors recorded since we got here,” she said, “Watch what happens if played back rapidly.” A map displayed the movements of the bio-signs picked up by the sensors. On the Draamar side of the front-line it showed an almost continuous migration of people. On the Kreld site is appeared to be more quiet, only some small movements. “Now here's when it gets interesting,” Rika said licking her lips once again noticing a more recent time stamp. “Recorded the past few hours.” Captain Takk watch silently to the data showed to him. Even after the it reached the current time stamp he still said nothing. His face however changed. A grim expression appeared.
“Captain?” Doctor Bailey asked, returning to the bridge again. “Something wrong?” The Captain looked at him directly, his eyes dark, the usual spark in them gone. “That's,” he said dourly, “An understatement.” He took a deep breath, looked around the bridge and then back to Edwin. “I want the senior staff in the briefing room as soon as they can get there,” he ordered. And this was an order, not in the form of advice or a suggestion, a strict order. “And get me the that night shift CO as well,” he said, “That Tele guy.” Edwin nodded briefly, “Aye sir. I just saw Tele a moment ago. I'll bring him.”
“Ladies, gentlemen,” Takk started a moment later, his voice sounding unpleasantly, “Mr Tele...” “Talla,” Talla corrected. “Whatever...” Takk choose to ignore it. He turned around, giving momentum to his bulging belly and his three chins. There was a trace of sweat on his brow. “It seems that we have some sort of situation here,” he commented. “I've looked through some of the reports made by the anthropologist. The political situation in this region of the planet has been unstable for some time, but now they seem to bit on the verge of the decisive battle that might determine the course of history on Shamin for the time to come and...” “...and a part of the crew is caught in the middle!” Talla had jumped up from his chair, his face red. “We got to get them out before it's too late.” “I'm afraid Mr Tele,” Takk said with a voice sharp as ice,”For that it's too late.” “But...” “Sit down!” Somewhat perplexed Talla sank back into his chair. Looks of curiosity filled the ordinarily bored faces of the Rutherford's senior crew. This was something different. “I'm afraid the situation is more serious than just that,” he turned to the Tactical officer. “Ensign?” Rika got up and walked over to the screen on the wall and played back the same sequence she showed Takk perhaps not even fifteen minutes ago. “I'm not entirely sure,” she said, “As you know the resolution is not entirely up to normal standards due to the after effects of the solar flare. But after enhancing part of the data in a post-process I got this...” She turned to the monitor and activated the paused sequences. What appeared to be a human bio-sign moved through the lines. From Draamar territory to the last Kreld stronghold. Without them knowing they were watching Al'Azif making his way to the Kreld lines. What only took less than a minute on the screen took him in fact several hours. But he had made it. The bio-sign disappeared among hundreds, if not thousands others. Suddenly everything in the Kreld city came to live. They were changing positions.
Edwin found his mouth was suddenly dry. “What's margin of error?” he wanted to know, unable to believe what this implicated. “About twenty to twenty-three percent,” Rika answered. “I've also analysed some of the defence tactics. It's almost directly out-of-the-book. The Starfleet book.” Takk stood up from his chair again and leant on the back of it. “If this data is correct it would imply that not only have they made themselves noticeable to this pre-warp civilization, but are actively involved in a decisive conflict. And this conflict is about to burst.” He gestured at the screen that was still running. It now showed large quantities of bio-signs, at least thousands, moving towards the Kreld city. “This was a half hour ago,” he said “Who knows where they are now.” “What are we going to do now sir?” Becca asked. “You keep working with T'Vak and Floyd on enhancing the transporter sensors,” Takk said, “I want the remainder of that crew of that planet a.s.a.p.” He looked at Talla who was just sitting there, pale and staring to a point at the wall. “Mr Tel..eh..Talla,” he turned to the night shift CO, “I would like you to join me in the ready room after we're done here. I'd like to now some things about the senior staff of the Nevada.” Takk almost wanted they would have been sent to explore another nebula. This would give an enormous mess back at home. “Rika, keep me up-to-date with troop positions and log everything,” he sighed, “I get the feeling Starfleet Command is gonna want those.” “Oh, and Rika?” “Yes sir?” “You might want to let Captain Samskeyti Sigurson in on the current situation.” Rika smiled nervously. Sigurson. “But sir, wouldn't it be better if you...” “I'll speak to him later,” Takk replied and scraped his throat, “After he got used to the idea.”
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Post by fthelev on Sept 12, 2006 19:54:31 GMT
In the cabin back on the planet Frek was still lying in bed. Apart from a obsolete guard outside the door he was alone. How long had it been? Must have been a lifetime. He was turning and twisting in his simple bed, semi-concious and half delirious. The door was thrown open and several men came storming in. The hinges creaked and gave way as the door his the wall. So did the wall itself. Light streamed in from the hole created by the know missing door and part of wall. It was the light, not the noise that brought Frek half up. Was this the tunnel of light people mention when they came back from the dead. “Where is he?” a hoarse voice yelled. “Quickly!” The guard was on the ground. Several sharp stakes and an axe sticking out of him. He obviously rather dead. “Found him!” the hoarse voice yelled, “Come on, let's take him.” “But I don't wanna die,” Frek murmured incoherent and it occurred to him that perhaps he should have been a bit more religious. After all, these guys didn't exactly look like they would take him to a pleasant after life. Not that he exactly believed in one, but still. “What the...” one of them shouted. There was a blue shimmer, there was this tingling sensation and this was not the fever. It was something else. See, he was coming up after all. Despite all of his stupid antics he had still been a good Andorian. Then the sensation disappeared as did the shimmering light. “Hey, I think we got one of the senior crew,” someone shouted, “Looks like he needs medical care. Shall I beam him to sickbay.” “Sickbay's over crowded,” the reply came, “Get him to one of the available quarters set up as emergency rooms. I'll notify the doctor.” “Is the after life sickbay?” Frek asked, and then lost conciousness again. [19453/118427] ooc: this is the last of 3 part post. The rest is posted above. Just in case ppl think these couple of lines are it .
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Post by Harrias Jira on Sept 13, 2006 14:24:21 GMT
Sat in the ready room, Lani wondered just how much longer Captain Takk was going to keep him waiting; he had grown tired of twiddling his thumbs. The research vessel was currently the hub of activity, the bulkheads already bulging with crew, all in various states of health. The martian wasn’t aware of much that was happening, the Rutherford crew were doing a good job of keeping him out of the way. He let a small sigh escape from between his lips, and dropped his eyes to the PADD that had been tactfully placed into his hands as he was shepherded to the ready room; the five metre journey that they hadn’t trusted him to make on his own. As yet, he had done nothing with it, not trusted himself to.
With a slight drop of the shoulders, hunching him down from 6’ 4” to something more human, he thumbed the PADD in silence, the images cascading before his eyes, creating a picture he did not like the look of. It didn’t take him long to isolate each of the life forms, to get an idea of their health and groupings. It became clear that Al’Azif had come from the group that contained both Commodore Jira and Lieutenant Commander Stevenson, that the sometimes inseparable pair of Frek Thelev and Lorre Melain were both hovering somewhere closer to death than life, and that Ramsey had had a mighty lonely journey. Again he sighed as he let the PADD drop from his fingers onto the table inches below.
The evidence was damning.
Behind him, the door slid open with the usual hiss. “Commander.” It was spoken as a greeting, though a none too jovial one. “I trust you have had a chance to review the data?” Lani almost snorted; the timing was impeccable. “Indeed I have Captain. It creates a story of great intrigue.” “Intrigue.” He seemed to play with the word on his lips. “Others would call it a story of great concern, or perhaps even of illicitness.” Talla carefully kept his facial features neutral as the Rutherford’s commanding officer continued, “I had a look through the service record of your good captain, and of your ship, and boy, does it[/b] make for a story of great… intrigue. Ship lost, removed from command during a mission with the borg, and more recently a botched rescue mission on Tammeron. To name but a few highlights. You must have an eventful and dare I say again, intriguing life, Mr Talla.”
The martian was about to reply when the door hissed open once again. With a quick scurry of footsteps, an older looking ensign appeared at the captain’s side, whispering quickly in his ear. Takk nodded a few times and then dismissed the officer. “It appears that we have another of your senior staff, Commander Thelev.” Immediately, the man had the whole of Talla’s attention. “How is he; from the readings it looked like he was nearing death’s door.” “My CMO has informed me that he is confident about the andorian’s recovery.” Talla smiled, it was the first relief he had felt for a good while. The smile soon faded however; “A few remaining bruises might help his defence when you are all hauled in front of a tribunal though, so we might do him that favour.”[/color]
OOC: More to follow
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Post by hannah on Sept 14, 2006 18:31:34 GMT
Hannah could feel her stomach doing back flips as she roadied towards the Kreld borders. She felt guilty about the oncoming slaughter and thought back over the last few days analysing every decision they had made trying to think if there was anything they could had done differently. She had done the same numerous times last night, as she lay awake staring at the ceiling and had come to the same conclusion there would have been a slaughter either way, but this way they were saving there lives and the lives of there crewmates. But that didn’t make the decision any easier to accept or justify.
The horn blew signalling the attack. The officers stopped marching and started to run following the cavalry towards the wall. Hannah watched as hundreds of arrows shoot down towards the oncoming army and many fell towards the ground. They stopped as the arrived at the wall throwing ladders up and trying to climb up towards the top of the wall and into the Kreld city. All the Kreld in the Draamar forces rolled up their sheaves to reveal a red band around their arm and started to attack the other Draamar soldier trying to stop them from getting into the city.
“Kill the traitors,” the king bellowed gesturing towards the loyal guards around him. They moved off swords raised ready to engage the traitors.
Hannah found it hard to watch the bloodshed going on in front of her. Her stomach started to churn as the smell of blood filled her senses and she felt like she was going to be sick.
Then a group of Kreld led by Knurd came out of the mass of soldiers towards them with there swords raised. They ignored the two starfleet officers and headed straight for the king. They were followed out by a group of Draamar officers on horses followed by troops on foot. The fight was now coming towards them.
“Help me,” the King screamed towards the starfleet officers. Hannah and Jira looked towards the King but did nothing.
“The strangers are traitors,” the King shouted in response to Jira and Hannah lack of action, “Kill them.”
Hannah readied herself for the on coming act. She raised her swords but it was heavy and difficult to lift. This was the first time she’d ever used a sword, she never had any interest in those battlefield programs.
The weight of the sword unbalanced her the horse and she dropped the sword. The horse bolted and knocked her onto the floor. She rolled over as a sword came crashing towards her. She took a knife out of her shoe, which she’d managed to persuade the blacksmith appiencence to craft for her last night.
Hannah moved onto her feet and raised the knife remembering all the tactical training she had taken though out her career. The man in front of raised the sword at her and swung his sword toward her. She ducked and kick him the stomach and he feel backwards. He swung again towards her this time she moved in close and stabbed the knife into his side. The man stayed standing and swung for her again. She grabbed his arm and forced the sword out of his hand. He kicked her in the leg and she feel back and he came towards her and used all his weight to force her to the floor. He started to punch her and out of desperation she grabbed the sword from his side. She watched as the blood escaped the wound. And she stabbed him again and again until the man fell on top off her.
Hannah wiped the blood of her face and looked up into his cold dead eyes. This was the first person she ever killed and she felt panic run though her. She pushed him away and stood up looking around for Jira but couldn’t see him all she could see was bodies and blood which made her panic even more. There was a scream behind her and she looked to see a man fall to the floor behind. She looked up at the Knurd who had killed him and all she could focus on was the blood on his sword.
Hannah wanted to say something like thanks but the words wouldn’t come out. She just stood there staring in silence and began to shake.
“Be careful,” he said and moved off to tackle another Draamar officer. She felt her arm sting she turned to see a soldier raising his sword towards her again. He swung towards her again and she moved back falling over the dead corpse and onto the floor. He raised his weapon again. Hannah looked around quickly and grabbed a sword from the ground. She lifted it up and impaled it into the soldier. He fell to the side his eyes wide open and filled with fear.
Hannah stood up quickly and started to run in panic though the field of bodies and fighting. She continued to run not feeling the pain of her wounds. She only stopped once to be sick from the smell. She continued running for what seemed like hours, and then she started to cry uncontrollably. She stopped and leaned against a tree. She looked down at her blood cover hand and let her back slid down the tree, so her was in a sitting position. She curled her knees up close continuing to cry as images from the battle filled her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2006 22:08:01 GMT
Doctor Edwin Bailey had retreated into sickbay in a futile attempt to keep his mind of what was happening on the surface of that planet. This was a text book example of what not to do when encountering pre-warp culture, even he knew that. He felt for Lieutenant Talla, as the most senior Nevada officer on board the Rutherford it was very likely the martian felt obligated to defend his colleagues actions, as un-defendable as they where. Perhaps this was the exact situation that Edwin should heed, an example of the type of mess he’d find himself on a more active ship, a reason to be satisfied on the trash heap he’d been assigned. It didn’t help.
Sickbay was still packed, Edwin had already crammed a cot into every available medical space and was negotiating with Rika to turn one of the cargo bays into additional medical space. “I can’t help you Doc, all the cargo bays are full, with people. We’ve ejected all unnecessary supplies and are storing what we do need in quarters, even the mess hall.” Rika explained. “The mess hall would word, I can fit a dozen or more beds in there.” Edwin offered. Rika shook her head “That’s full as well, we’ve got almost 30 evacuees in there.” Edwin pounded his fist into his desk. “This is ridiculous, we should call for another ship!” “There is no one else available, things will work out. I’ll check with Takk to see if you can use some of the less travelled hallways. For now well.... try to get rid of some patients.” Rika gestured out the window to the gong show that had become the Rutherford sickbay. “I did, what you see is everyone who requires near constant observation.” Edwin sighed. “look, go see if you can find anymore crewmembers willing to give up there quarters and bunk with a friend. Explain to them the severity of the situation and how it’s there duty or something like...”
=A=Ensign Choko to Doctor Edwin=A= =A=what is it Ensign?=A= Ensign Choko was one of the crewmembers Edwin had shuttling the injured evacuees to sickbay. He had a good head on him and an instinctive sense when it came to triage =A=I’ve got a sick Commander, an Andorian. I think he’s senior staff. I know sickbay’s full, where should I send him?=A= Edwin thought for a moment, the rest of the evacuees, suffering from dehydration and malnutrition, would be more susceptible to infection or virus’s, he needed to keep this Andorian away from them. =A= Put him in my quarters, Deck 2 number 126, I’ll be right there.=A= Edwin would bunk in with Becca, at the moment his own quarters where the room he felt able to offer. Most CMOs arranged to have their quarters on the same deck as sickbay, Edwin rarely had midnight call-in so it was not an issue. “Nurse Taylor, you’re in charge.” Edwin directed as he grabbed a medkit on the way out.
The Andorian laying on Edwin’s bed looked pale, Edwin was not entirely sure what the natural hue of the average Andorian was, but this one was certainly pale. His collar was red, so he was either the First Officer or the Navigation officer, Edwin was not sure. He ran a quick diagnostic. It was the flu, granted it was one of the nastier ones. Chances where the poor Andorian, feeling out of place already and not in the bst of conditions had a undermined immune system, maybe ate something funny, hard to say exactly. Of course pre-warp cultures where hotbeds of disease, the uncivilised rarely paid much attention to hygiene. Edwin administered a small dose of rexaline and something to “wake up” the Andorian’s immune system and began to administer fluids and nutrients. Once he felt reasonably certain the patient would not die Edwin turned his attention to his computer. From the terminal he could access any medical file in the fleet, granted to access a file not belonging to a Rutherford crewmembers he’d have to file some paperwork, but never mind that. He found the Nevada files and narrowed in on the command staff. There was only on Andorian on that list, a Commander 1st class Frek Thelev, navigation. His record showed numerous visits to sickbay for mild injuries, a klutz, perhaps a bit of a hypochondriac. “Well Mr Thelev, you have reason to think you are sick now.” Edwin commented ot himself, closing the file. “Welcome to my quarters, feel free to feel at home.” The Andorian groaned, scans showed he was only slightly aware of what was going on around him, but in no state to make words let alone carry on a conversation. Edwin turned to Ensign Choko who was still standing patiently near the door, Edwin had almost forgotten about him. “Ensign, go and tell Captain Takk and Lieutenant Talla about my patient. Tell them I expect he will make a full recovery.” Ensign Choko nodded and left.
=A= Crewman Wagner to doctor Bailley, please report to sickbay. =A= Edwin leapt up, what was this about? He glanced over the Andorian, he had no medical team members he could spare to look after him in here. He bit his lip in frustration and bounded out the door commanding the door to remain unlocked behind him =A=I’m on my way=A= He caught one of the evacuees wearing a clue collar, “are you medical?” “Sometimes I...” the young women explained. “Good, your Navigation officer is in those quarters there, look after him and if anything happens comm me.” Edwin commanded, the women nodded anxiously and headed back the way Edwin had come.
Sickbay was again bustling with activity which seemed to be rippling out from the main biobed. The yeomen who had occupied the bed was now on a bed near the door, which meant that someone more seriously hurt had arrived. “It’s the Nevada Doctor, she’s badly injured. We beamed he up with the body of an engineer, we sent the body to the morgue.” The EMH explained handing Edwin a PaDD.
Edwin hesitated and then approached the biobed. Melain was dressed in a blood soaked period clothes. She was immensely pale and had obviously lost a great deal of blood. She was laying on her stomach with a wooden shaft protruding from her shoulder. For a moment Edwin wondered if she was sill alive, but the faint rise and fall of her back marked her as breathing. “I need 50 ccs of rexaline, 20 ccs of medicillian, a pressure, a coagulation activator...” Edwin continued to list the various instruments and medications needed to remove, treat and close the wound in the other doctor’s shoulder. Wounds like this where not seen as often in the Federation where phasers had replaced primitive projectiles. He could not be sure of the likelihood of success, chances where the wound was already teaming with bacteria from the arrow’s shaft, but he would not allow himself to think about failure, after all this was an old friend. Once the nurses where standing ready Edwin removed the shaft and imbedded arrowhead, the blood now flowed freely and Edwin rushed against time to clean and close the wound.
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Post by hannah on Sept 15, 2006 14:13:01 GMT
Hannah awoke to see the familiar sight of a sickbay roof. She looked down to see she was no longer dressed in the Damaar colours and armour, but the standard starfleet medical gown. It felt so much more comfortable against her skin than the medieval attire. She raised her hands up towards her face and didn’t look like she accepted them to. They looked so clean not like she expected. She closed her eyes trying to recall anything to try and explain her feelings.
She opened her eyes a few moments later recalling nothing. She looked over to see a man standing over her running a scan with his tricorder. As soon as he noticed her eyes were open her tapped his commbadge.
=/\= Doctor Bailey to Captain Takk =/\=
=/\= What do you want doctor? =/\=
=/\= The first officer is awake =/\=
=/\= I’ll be right down =/\= he said quickly.
“Your in the U.S.S. Rutherford sickbay,” Edwin informed him. Hannah didn’t say anything, she was contracting on remember what had happened to her. She looked towards the top of her right arm and looked surprised at the sight of the pale skin. She expected to have seen a cut or scar of something.
“I’ve treated most of your injures, but you will need to stay in here for the next few days for observation,” he continued in response to Hannah look of confusion at her arm. Hannah was not listening and images began to flood her mind of the battlefield and she began to feel a wave of pain pass over her.
“Where is she?” a voice bellowed though the room. Edwin turned to see the captain forcing his way though the crowds followed by Lieutenant Talla.
“She’s over here,” Edwin said moving away from Hannah and towards the captain gesturing him over.
“How is she?” Talla asked as they approached.
“Physically, she’ll should be fine, but mentally that’s a question I can’t answer from the wounds and the armour she was wearing she had been the centre of the battlefield,” Edwin informed them.
“But she was found over a mile away from there in the wildness,” Talla said sounding rather confused.
“I need to speak to her,” the captain said pushing his way past the doctor.
“She’s not in a fit state to be questioned,” the doctor informed him. He continued to move past him and towards Hannah who lay on the biobed eyes filled with fear and panic as all the memories from the battle flooded back to her.
“What happened on the planet?” the captain asked. Hannah just looked up at the ceiling as she remembered the smells, the bloodshed and then the face of the soldier appeared in front of her eyes. She saw the sword impaled in him and the cold eyes filled with fear staring down at her. She turned away from the captain Takk and began to cry. She brought her knee up her chest and began to shake as the image of his face fixed in front of her eyes.
“What happened down there?” he asked again putting his hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face him. She looked up not at him but straight though him. She didn’t see the captain but images from the planet.
“Where’s Captain Jira?” she asked as she remember searching though looking though the field of bodies for him.
“We haven’t beam up, where did you see him last?” he asked.
“I can’t see him, he was next to me, he’s nowhere to be seen,” she said beginning to panic as images of her running though the battlefield filled her mind. She was searching for the captain but trying to escape the bloodshed.
“She’s in a state of shock, I’m going to give her a sedative,” Edwin said to the captain.
“But I need to know what happen on that planet,” Captain Takk insisted standing in the doctors way.
“Your not going to get anything out of her while she’s in this state,” the doctor said. The captain thought for a minute releasing Edwin was right and moved out of the way letting the doctor administrate the sedative.
Hannah felt a familiar tingling of the hypostray on the neck and her eyes closed slowly, hiding her from her memories for a short while.
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Harrias Jira
Commodore
Registered: Apr 27, 2003 20:24:58 GMT
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Post by Harrias Jira on Sept 18, 2006 0:13:22 GMT
As he listened intently to try and determine whether there were any sounds distinguishable over the flapping wings of the scavengers that now pecked valiantly at the bodies that littered the floor, Jira wished there were some way to stop breathing without killing himself. The smell itself was enough to render a man unconscious, and the rhythmic movement created by his chest seemed overly exaggerated and obvious to the trill captain; surely any corpse thieves nearby would pick up on it quickly enough. He had been laid amongst the dead for what seemed like hours.
The fight was driving the Nevada crewmembers apart and the trill soon found himself back to back with a young Kreld soldier who seemed obsessed with the prospect of his oncoming death; obsessed enough to refuse to yield to six Draamar warriors that were attacking him. For some reason, the Draamar had come to the conclusion that this refusal to yield had included the trill captain too, and so Jira abruptly found himself fighting for his life. Somehow, with the aid of some wayward arrows, a lucky swing and the Kreld soldier’s skill, the six were whittled down to just one without Jira having to make more than a few parries.
Lunging, swiping and prodding inexpertly with the sword like weapon he had little like of, Jira miraculously managed to fend the Draamar soldier off for a time; the Kreld fighter having now left in pursuit of a Draamar who had fell back away from him. The armour Harrias wore was glancing a few of the blows that got through, but the trill felt himself wearing down, tiring from the exertion of fighting and carrying so much metal on his body. Finally the blow came, cutting through his meagre defence, and slicing through the mail he wore, to cut a gash across him. The starfleet captain fell to the ground as easily and gracelessly as an foot soldier, his body piling amongst the others; indistinguishable other than the faint view of the uniform he wore under the mail.
Footsteps. There were definitely footsteps nearby. Heavy, metal clad footsteps. He dare not move his head to see who bore them. He tried to hold his breath, but the nervous energy within him prevented him from doing so, and he sufficed himself with shallow, quiet breaths that he hoped wouldn’t betray his position. He felt himself shifting, sliding as the body beside him was roughly pulled away from him and lifted slightly. There was a coarse sounding mumbled exchange between two people. He had only heard one set of boots though, was the body next to him still alive? His heart went cold; if the person next to him was alive, surely they would realise he was too. He risked a movement, his hand slipping down his side towards his knife.
Almost as soon as he had started to make the movement he realised his folly; the mail clinked and clattered as he moved. Suddenly two men were stood over him, their bodies seeming to appear from nowhere above him, wicked grins on both their faces. All attempts at subtlety gone, Jira rolled sideways, dropping off a limp body onto the floor below, his arm shooting towards the knife as he did so. He sprung to his knees and made to lunge at the nearest enemy, but rather than the injury he had intended to cause, he only managed to stab at thin air, and hear the laughing taunts of the men.
“A right lively corpse this one.” “He’s got no right he hasn’t. It’s such nice armour he has too. Would look much finer on me.” “I say we take it off him first.” “You’ve got no respect for the dead you haven’t.” “Says the bloke with a new pair of boots.”
Jira frowned, but realised that as distracted as they were, there was no way for him to escape, so they could keep this up for the next hour and his chances of survival would be just as small. His frown changed however as he felt a well-known chill cover him, and he wondered with glee how long it would take the pair of thieves to notice that he had slipped from their grasp.
“We’ve got him.” “Good job. Inform the Captain, I suspect that he will be particularly interested.” “He’s bleeding heavily.” “He’ll live.” “That’s my decision Lieutenant, not yours, not the Captains. I want to carry out a full examination before anyone can talk to him.” Recovering slowly from the shock change of scenery, even though a pleasant shock, the trill spoke quietly. “I am right here gentlemen, I would prefer that I be involved in the conversation.” “Yes sir.” The stiff response came from the Lieutenant who had been so bent on getting him to their own commanding officer. The other officer, presumably attached to the medical department was somewhat more kindly. “My apologies Commodore, we’ve had so many coming in concussed and unable to fully understand what was happening that we are treating you more like bodies than people. Come through here with me, it’s a bit more private. Can you walk?”
It was a good question. The armour had seemed to have got heavier, and with the cut having opened up a good part of his chest bending was painful.
“I don’t think so, not easily.” “That’s fine sir, we’ll just get a few people to carry you if you don’t mind.” He turned to the brash Lieutenant. “Get me a few of your men and a stretcher. And inform the Captain if you must.” The Lieutenant seemed pleased to have been granted permission to go and carry the good news himself. A short while later he returned with a group of men and a stretcher. “The captain said he would come down and talk to Jira-” “Commodore Jira.” Harrias spoke quietly without heavy rebuke. “-Commodore Jira while you tended to him. He said it would be nothing heavy, just a word.” The medic nodded but didn’t look pleased.
A short time later, and stripped of his mail and most the uniform off his torso, Jira turned his head as Captain Takk stepped in through the door. “Commodore Jira. I almost thought we wouldn’t get you. We had to search for a good fifteen minutes after recovering the last of your crew before we found you.” “I’m just glad you kept looking Captain.” “Indeed.” The science vessel’s commanding officer sounded less glad. “We are on our way to Starbase Assailant. We are tending to your sick and injured, and those that have been given a clean bill of health have been given quarters or whatever we can spare. Unfortunately on a ship of this size, that means many are sleeping in cargo bays and in some cases even the corridors.” “My thanks to you Captain.” Takk nodded silently and left the room without further comment, although he plainly wanted to say more.
OOC: And that's the mission. I (or you if you want to post before I do) will open a 'between mission' thread shortly (meaning tomorrow) and we will post there for our time and the Rutherford and arrival at Assailant. Hopefully an outline of the next mission will be up within a few days.
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