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Post by thirteen on May 5, 2006 10:59:16 GMT
Thirteen had only as much as sat down before the Tiger Shark rocked violently. Apparently the planet's radiation belt had somehow gotten a grip on the Tiger Shark's engines, disabling them and setting the Tiger Shark tumbling down to the planet. J'Leera ordered Thirteen to help out in engineering, and he didn't hesitate for one moment.
"Engineering," Thirteen ordered the turbolift as he got in. As he entered engineering he saw a lot of activity. He walked over to the console island, also affectionately called the 'pool table', and tried to get an overview on the situation.=/\= Thirteen to the bridge, commander, I may be able to buy us some time by negating some of the radiation by colliding it with a subspace distortion beam sent from our deflector dish, however I will require more power than currently available. =/\= =/\= Reroute whatever energy you need mister Thirteen, we can use all the time you can give us. =/\= =/\= Understood. =/\=
"We need to set up a beam of at least one thousand millicochrane, and keep it up for at least thirty seconds. In that scenario there is a chance that we have just enough time to boost our ship out of here," Thirteen explained to the engineers that had gathered around.
"We can take power from life support and the secondary plasma relays systems, but that would provide us with only about two hundred millicochrane," one of the engineers said. "That is too little," Thirteen spoke, "we must take all power and rerouted power to the engines too, that power is not keeping the engines running, but if we can use it to put up the beam, and then reroute it partially back to the engines that might give us a shot to get away from this radiation belt. There is no time for questioning, we must act now, I will take full responsibility."
The engineers nodded. "Taking all available energy from the engines." "We're now running on eight hundred millicochrane commander." "Take power from one third of our deflector shields, that should be sufficient," Thirteen spoke. "Done, we are now running on one thousand millicochrane." =/\= Thirteen to commander Laika, I have been forced to take power from the engines since they were failing anyway, I am standing by to activate the subspace distortion beam and rerouted some power to the engines, which might give us a chance of getting away. Once the beam is activated we have got approximately thirty seconds. =/\= =/\= I hear you commander, I trust it'll work, go ahead. =/\=
"Activating subspace distortion beam," Thirteen said. =/\= Thirteen to navigation, I am now rerouting some power to the engines, see what you can do. =/\=
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Post by kahlena on May 6, 2006 17:33:15 GMT
After not being able to work finally set in, she wasn't sure what to do exactly. She had that assignment from her CO hanging over her, so she went to her office.
She sat down with a padd in font of her. She decided it was time for an evaluation, her own. She sat back and tried to think of what she would ask herself if she was sitting across from herself. It wasn't easy, but she realized the problem. She was afraid, and she wasn't sure why. She sighed.
"I shouldn't be afraid of anything. What do I have to fear here? Is it the crew? Is it being in a new place? Do I care what they think? Well, no I don't mind the new surroundings and people. I have been around new people for weeks, and it hasn't bothered me. Do I care what they think? Yes! Why though?" She said trying to talk this out. She knew she was alone, and she felt really comfortable. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine why she was afraid.
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Post by T'Brel Peers on May 7, 2006 22:14:57 GMT
"Let's get to work and not let her down! T'Brel, bring us down to an altitude of 5,000 kilometers right above the radiation belt. Kirk, finish the details on that away team. I want to have it ready to leave as soon as we reach orbit."
"Understood," T'Brel said as he positioned the ship. Once the word came that Admiral Keztrek's shuttle had departed, T'Brel descended the Tigershark. Everything was going as planned, until the ship rocked violently. Immediately he knew what had happened, but he did not want to be the person to say it.
'Peers, what's going on?"
T'Brel looked at his sensors and reported what J'Leera must of already known, "It's the radiation belt, Commander, I don't understand what's happening. The engines are freezing up! This shouldn't be happening!"
The ship rocked violently again and T'Brel jolted off his seat. He immediately got off the floor and took his station. His sensors told him that the engines were barely operational, the ships orbit was rapidly decaying, and worse of all there was nothing he could do right now.
"Peers is there anything you can do?"
T'Brel for the first time wished that he was not at helm. He slowly turned to J'Leera and she realized what the answer was. The ship was going down and there was nothing they could do right now to stop it.
"Commander Peers, I'm need you to land the ship. Now, were going to crash whether we like it or not and I'd prefer that you find us a nice soft place to land."
"Commander, Akira's don't have landing struts, this will not be an easy landing," T'Brel said as he scanned the planet. Without landing struts, the Tigershark would not be able to land, but he could still try to minimize the damage. His scans revealed a prairie of about 1000 miles. Hopefully with the little control he had, he could crash the ship there.
While T'Brel was doing this, he kept his ears tuned into what Commander Thirteen was reporting to the bridge. It was an a great idea, but T'Brel wished they had a chance to test this theory.
"Commander Thirteen, tell me when your ready," T'Brel said.
"Understood," was the response. The ship became silent, waiting for engineerings go ahead. Once it came T'Brel went to work.
"Orbit is stabilizing, engines are partially back on line," T'Brel reported as he pulled the ship above the radiation belt. When he did that the ship once again lost all powers.
"Commander do something," J'Leera said from the command chair.
"Understood," T'Brel said as he put navigation on manual control. He would have to ride the radiation belt downward towards the planet. Hopefully the accumulated speed would allow him to slingshot into a safe orbit.
"What the hell are you doing, T'Brel?" Jonathan asked from station.
"Something," was T'Brel's reply. The ship jolted again, but T'Brel hung on. He only had fifteen more seconds of power to make this work.
=^=Engineering I need more power, give me more to work with=^=
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The ship had reached the required speed, but T'Brel needed the power to activated the ship's thrusters. He just needed 500 extra millicochranes to make this work.
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Post by paulfranklin on May 7, 2006 22:15:24 GMT
Even though Franklin had served on some starships before, and had faced more than his share of rather tough situations, he noticed he had a brick in his stomach. Nerves. He hardly experienced this condition during the most complicated of surgery sessions, but the unfamiliarity with this situation was , to say the least, not pleasant.
"Understood," Franklin called out over the commlink, closing it. He stood up and tried to shake off his light state of agitation, which began when the ship suddenly started to shake, and the lights flickered somewhat. He had no idea what was happening, what could happen on such a simple mission, as there were no windows in sickbay. All he knew was that the transmission from the bridge was brief, the noise from the corridor was that of running crewmen, and that the ship was acting differently from the usual smooth flight that Franklin had gotten used to.
Walking into sickbay, Franklin was suddenly able to regain his calm posture, and he moved over to the nurses station. "Well, it looks like it's getting serious Ms. McIntyre, Ms. S'Lak, Mr. Goldwater, please prepare the biobeds. Mr. Jones, Ms. Saunders, Mr. Anderson, please make sure the equipment is correctly calibrated. Ms. Yu, seeing as you're experienced with it, I'd like to request you to assist me in preparing my equipment. 5-A through 47-X will be useful." The obviously well-trained medical staff flocked to sickbay and the medical lab.
=/\= Franklin to medical teams 2, 3 and 4. Please stand by for casualties. You know what areas are assigned to you, anti-grav strechers and medkits should be available at the usual storage locations. =/\= Franklin paused and checked a panel, on which a diagram of the ship was visible, with several locations spread throughout the ship highlighted. =/\= It seems they haven't been opened after we left spacedock, therefore I expect no problem to occur. Franklin out. =/\=
Franklin went over to the medlab, where most of his equipment was stored. It was crunch time, so he'd probably need it.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2006 7:13:30 GMT
OFF: Kahlena, if you'd read my post, you'd have noticed that Keztrek is no longer in her readyroom, nor on the bridge. She's in a shuttle with me and we've departed the ship altogether.
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"Uh-oh," James murmured as he fought the shuttle's controls, "this is not good." The tall first officer tapped at one of the screens as though he was attempting to righten a wrong gauge. "Come on you mongrel," he cursed under his breath, "what old bucket of bolts are you!"
His hands flew over his console, while he watched Keztrek from the corner of his eyes. "A little help would be appreciated admiral," he finally spoke up, gazing her squarely in the eyes, "engines are malfunctioning and there is no doubt about it; we are going to crash. If you could calculate our trajectory, perhaps I can attempt to soften our landing somewhat."
He gave her a wry but apologetic smile. "I am not a navigator," he admitted, "and hardly a fully trained pilot. I'm a counselor and a tactician..." His voice trailed off as he concentrated on his console, trying his best to keep the shuttle level as it plunged into the planet's atmosphere.
"Engines are failing!" he called, "shields at forty percent and dropping. Systems are overheating."
The ground came rushing up at them as the shuttle sped down at full speed. Working together, James and Keztrek managed to brake the shuttle just enough so they wouldn't be flattened on impact. But impact was still unexpectedly rough and the two were thrown around in the cockpit as the shuttlecraft bounded over the ground and finally came to a stop.
The shuttle had ended up nose first in a river bank, though fortunately the rest of the shuttle remained on shore, in an upright position. It was their good fortune, for the river was showing a rapid current, and if the shuttle had ended up fully in it, neither officer would've survived the crash.
Pressing a hand against his forehead, James scrambled to his feet and held on tightly to the nearest console. "The aire is breathable for us," he announced, relief audible in his voice. "Admiral, are you all right?"
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Post by thirteen on May 9, 2006 12:11:28 GMT
Engineers raced around engineering as the subspace distortion beam rapidly wore out. "We have only eighteen seconds left!" one of the engineers called out. Thirteen's mind raced. =/\= Thirteen to mister T'Brel, the only available solution to our situation is to deactivate the distortion beam and reroute all its power to the thrusters, that would give you the required output, however I am not certain whether the Tiger Shark will collapse into the radiation belt if we interrupt the distortion beam. =/\=
"Nine seconds left!" the engineer called out. =/\= Do it mister Thirteen, =/\= came J'Leera's voice over the comm. =/\= Understood commander. Mister T'Brel, rerouting power... now. =/\=
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Post by T'Brel Peers on May 12, 2006 16:41:50 GMT
=/\= Understood commander. Mister T'Brel, rerouting power... now. =/\=
T'Brel's prayers being answered he quickly did as any pilot would do and maneuvered the ship away from the incoming planet.
"Thrusters reporting 120%, the aft thrusters cannot maintain this output for long," T'Brel reported as he felt the ship begin to shudder against the strain.
"Commander is it working?" J'Leera asked from her seat.
"Yes Commander, we are moving fifty kilometers per second, at this rate we will be safe from the radiation in a minute and a half," T'Brel reported hoping that he could keep the ship together for that long.
The minute never seemed to end, but once it did T'Brel could clearly see space. A beautiful sight to behold.
"We are clearing the atmosphere in 5.4.3.2......," T'Brel said counting down, but he never did finish. A radiation wave from the belt hit the right nacelle of the ship, which caused the ship to shudder and then stop.
"Commander....why have we stopped?" J'Leera asked knowing that the damage was done.
=^=Prepare for a crash landing, this is not a drill. Prepare for a crash landing=^=
The USS Tigershark stood motionless for one complete second before the ship once again started it decent onto the planet. Most of T'Brel's controls were all gone and he was powerless to do anything.
"Commander, I recommend that we use all our energy to increase hull plating, shielding, and evacuate all outer decks,"T'Brel said as he tried in vain to steer the ship to safer position.
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Everyone around the helm station was franticly working to prepare for the unavoidable. Yet the ship's helm officer stayed in his chair trying to decrease the blow that would soon follow. The planet was there, he could sense it coming up towards him, but he was not afraid. His fate laid in his expertise and he would follow it to the end.
"Impact in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.....then it was all darkness.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2006 2:40:49 GMT
"Commander, I recommend that we use all our energy to increase hull plating, shielding, and evacuate all outer decks," Kirk heard T'Brel over the warning alarms going off around the bridge.
"I am on it!" Kirk shouted while he worked at his console, "Emergency crash landing procedures are on line, shields are down to 75% due to the radiation belt."
"Velocity increasing." T'Brel informed the crew as the Tiger-Shark ripped through the upper atmosphere of the planet.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion as Kirk sent out the evacuation reports to the decks most likely to be landed on. Kirk hoped T'Brel could hold the ship as long as he could to give all the personnel down in the bowls of the ship time to reach higher decks.
"We need to slow down or else the crash is going to rip the warp nacelles right off the pylons!" Kirk shouted over the rumbling bridge.
The image on the Main View Screen was shocking, the ground was getting closer and there was no signs of the Tiger-Shark righting itself. Kirk found himself bracing for the impact that he now knew was coming.
"Impact in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."
"Here we go..."Kirk said as he grabbed hard onto his station and waited for the impact that he knew was coming.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2006 7:04:54 GMT
When Keztrek didn't respond, James tried to turn around to look for her, but as soon as he let go of the console, his left leg gave under him. He bit back a cry of pain as he continued to force himself to turn around and scan the wreckage.
"Admiral!" he cried. He might not particularly like the woman, nor the way she had recently treated her crew, but she was his commanding officer and as such it was his duty to look out for her. He also knew that she didn't quite like him either, but he hoped that she would do the same for him if it'd been him not responding to calls.
"Now where is that damn tricorder," he cursed, as he lowered himself to the deck of the shuttle. When he finally found one, he discovered it was too damaged to function. At last, he just took it upon himself to bodily search the shuttle wreck.
After an unknown length of time, James finally found Keztrek's unconscious body, hidded under a pile of rubble at the aft section of the shuttlecraft. A quick check told him that she was severely bruised, but nothing seemed to be broken. It didn't occur to him to look for the emergency medical kit, that was standard equipment on every shuttle; his first concern was to get her out of the shuttle.
Being injured himself, it was quite a task to drag the Vulcan out of the shuttle and into the open air. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to think of his CO, rather than his own pain, but it was increasingly difficult. His left leg was broken, and it would be better to stay off it but he didn't have much of a choice.
Scrambling back into the shuttle, after dragging Keztrek out, he searched round for something he could use as a pot. They were fortunate to have crashed near a crystal clear river, and James needed water to clean out their injuries.
"Keztrek wake up!" he ordered, modulating his voice to sound as stern as he could muster under the circumstances. He splashed the stone cold content of the 'pot' into her face, hoping the shock of it would wake her up. Her prolonged unconsciousness concerned the first officer.
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[On the ship] Antoinette was frightened; her father had promised to contact her as soon as he and the admiral had landed on the planet's surface. She hadn't been contacted and she knew they must've landed hours ago.
On top of that, she felt the ship vibrating, and to her it felt funny. In addition, she knew that the ship ought not vibrate like this and it told her something was very wrong. Knowing she wasn't supposed to go to the bridge, she went there anyway. Being yelled at by several officers surely beat being alone in her quarters; she hated being alone to begin with.
The frightened teenager took the first turbolift she could find up to the bridge, and tentatively stepped onto it, her face white with fear. "What's going on?" she demanded, her voice shrill and clearly audible over the bridge.
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Post by thirteen on May 15, 2006 19:34:35 GMT
Thirteen monitored the evasive action from engineering. It appeared to work as Thirteen had planned, yet he had learned to expect the worst. Just as the monitors indicated that the Tiger Shark was about to break orbit, disaster struck as the Tiger Shark rocked violently. Thirteen tilted his head slightly sidewards in annoyance when the center control panel displayed that the right nacelle had been disabled.
Thirteen's cortical processor raced, yet he could not come up with anything relevant at all. =/\= Thirteen to the bridge, I am afraid I am not capable to come up with a solution for now. It is assumable that we will- =/\=
Thirteen could never finish his sentence as he lost contact with his sensory systems upon the Tiger Shark's collision with the planet's surface. Thirteen felt a tingling sensation running through his head, as he notice that he regained his sight and hearing. It took his systems a few minutes to restore, before he slowly got up. People were scattered all over the ground, and Thirteen saw how most of them struggled to get up.
He tapped his comm badge, and immediately found out that the comm systems were down. Thirteen saw how everyone was helping each other up and about, and decided that he could head for the bridge to check on his fellow senior officers. It took him at least half an hour to get to the bridge. With turbolifts down and several jeffries blocked with rubble, it wasn't the easiest trip. The Tiger Shark had taken heavy damage, and surely hadn't landed smoothly.
With all the strength he could muster Thirteen managed to open the turbolift door that would give him access to the bridge. He felt shocked as the first thing he saw was the limp body of a young girl. Thirteen didn't hesitate for a second and ran over to her, putting his had under her head while he supported her back with his other.
The girl coughed and opened her eyes, which were filled with tears and anxiety. "Where's my father? I'm scared,"she said. And then, before Thirteen could process what happened she wrapped her arms around him. "Please take my to my father, will you mister Thirteen?" Thirteen couldn't register what happened to him. He'd never felt anything like this before, and for what he could remember, no one had even hugged him. His mind raced as it was filled with questions. Who is this girl? Who is her father? What is she doing here? Is she injured? How are the others? How does she know who I am?
Thirteen snapped out of it, and looked at the girl. "What is your name?" he asked her. "My name is Antoinette, Aaron is my father." "The first officer?" Thirteen asked. Antoinette nodded. "Are you injured?" "I think I'm okay, what about you?" "I have sustained some damage, however not irreparable." "You talk funny." Thirteen ignored the comment. "I should see how the others are, will you assist me?" Thirteen asked her, deciding it was best to keep an eye on her. She nodded, and something of a smile appeared on her face.
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Post by kahlena on May 15, 2006 20:21:25 GMT
Kahlena had been in her office for several hours trying to work this out. She felt like the solution to why she was afraid was simple and right in front of her, but she was still missing it. Walking to her desk, the fact that no pictures of her family jumped out at her. Suddenly it hit her like a ton of brick in the stomach. She realized what was wrong, why she was feeling like this.
Suddenly the ship was shaking, and Kahlena wasn't sure what was going on. She tried to contact the bridge, but she got nothing in response. The girl was not happy with this, and left her office to get to the bridge.
Kahlena was walking toward the turolift, when she noticed that it was not going to be able for her to ride it. Part of the upper deck had crashed down right in her path, and noticing no one was hurt from this, she went to a console nearby to see if the transporters could do her some good.
Kahlena found they were offline as well, silently cursed, and went to see if she could get to the other turbolift. She knew it would take some time to go from one side of the deck to another, but not minding the exercise one bit, moved quickly, and a little bit later found she was at the other turbolift. The doors wouldn't open though, and she moved to a console finding they were offline as well.
Kahlena moved to find another way, and an idea sprang to her. She decided to move through the inner parts of the ship, using the jeffries tubes to get to the bridge. She had to figure out what was going on, and founding one one, the winged creature quickly removed the hatch, which took some work.
A little bit later Kahlena found she had real problems, and couldn't use the jeffries tubes at all. Her wings were too big for her to manuver them. She sat down next to it to figure out, and she knew she had to get up there to see what was going on. Something big had happened, but she wasn't sure what.
Kahlena put her head in her hands not sure what was going on. She wished she could be like her friend and contact people with her mind, but she had nothing of the sort. If only all this wasn't happening to her, then maybe she could have been on the bridge, instead of in her office.
Kahlena moved to a console to see if there was a reason stuff was offline. Suddenly another idea came, and she went back to the other side of the deck. When she arrived to the hole in the upper deck, the girl checked and found that indeed this turbolift was had fallen all the way down, and the doors would just need pried open. Kahlena didn't understand it, but it was the only way to get to the bridge. She noticed it wasn't a big hole, and looking around, she realized she would only have one shot at this.
Kahlena opened her wings, and started to flap them, reaching the point closing her wings, she grabbing onto the deck. She felt it rip into her flesh, but at this point it didn't matter. She pulled herself up onto the upper deck, and moved over to the turbolift. Kahlena pried the doors open, and noticing her wings wouldn't work for flight in here, she started to climb the rungs going upward. ~I need to work out more though.~ She thought, and continued her journey.
Kahlena finally reached the bridge, and stood up when the doors opened. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the bridge. The creature had never seen a bridge like this before. She gasped, and walked forward, ignoring her muscles.
"What is going on? What happened here?" The counsellor said completely clueless. Suddenly she collapsed from the heavy workout and the loss of blood.
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Post by laika on May 15, 2006 23:28:55 GMT
The crash itself wasn't as bad as J'Leera expected it, but as they went in she could hear things breaking all around her. All she could think about was how furious Keztrek was going to be after wreaking her ship. She sighed and ignored it, focusing on the task at hand.
As the ship began settling, she stood up. "Report! Where is the Admiral's shuttle?"
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She grimaced. Damage wasn't quite as bad as she thought, but things were still pretty serious. Lights were flickering on the bridge, so she took as damage or lack of power. She chose the latter since all levels were reporting similar things.
"Engineering, report! How are we holding up down there?" She heard a noise behind her and turned around to see Thirteen there. "Report!"
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She suddenly noticed the girl standing next to Thirteen. She seemed quite shaken up and rightfully so. "Are you alright?" J'Leera asked.
The girl nodded. J'Leera then remembered that she was Flanigan's daughter. Poor girl.
"Where's my father?" she asked.
"I don't know, Antoinette," J'Leera said sadly. "But we will look for him, that I promise to you, but for now I think it would best if you went back to your quarters. I cannot allow you wandering around the ship with systems failing like this. It is much too dangerous for you," she said after seeing the disapointed look on her face.
"Tell you what, I know someone you stay with until we find your father," she said and tried to contact the counsellor. "Laika to Kathlena," but no one answered. She felt Antoinette watching her, so she quickly contacted Ensign Mercer and explained the details.
Antoinette looked worried, but J'Leera quickly explained what was going on. "Meggan is going to stay with you in the meantime. She's a really nice person and I'm sure you'll get along well with. I think you'll like her. And if you need anything at all, please let me know."
Thirteen looked a little puzzled and concerned at first, but when he realized what J'Leera was doing, he accepted it.
"I understand what you were doing," J'Leera smiled after Antoinette left with Ensign Mercer. "I just couldn't have a child and a civilan at that, wandering around Engineering while you were focusing on repairs."
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He hurried back down to Engineering, so she turned her attention back to the bridge. Systems were down, but people were busily running around trying to repair. There was so much damage though, that it was going to take some time to do it all.
Suddenly a noise from behind startled her. She turned around to see Kathlena collapsed on the floor. "Bridge to Sickbay. We have a medical emergency on the bridge! I need someone up her ASAP!"
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She knelt down beside her and tried to feel for a pulse. She found one, but it was rather weak. "Here, I'll help." She looked over to see Kirk next to her and togeather they carefully rolled her on her back. "Careful, careful! Watch her neck!"
In that position she could breathe somewhat easier, so without any medical equipment, all that they could do was just wait.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2006 7:41:48 GMT
"I want to stay with Mister Thirteen!" Antoinette whined, while Mercer gently forced the girl off the bridge. She was frightened and angry; her father had broken his promise to her and left her all by herself, surrounded by strangers.
Mercer spoke softly to her, trying to ensure her that her father had done no such thing. "He'll be back for you," she promised the fourteen year-old, wondering just what event could bring a teenager in such a state. The woman was unfamiliar with the Flanigan family history, and Antoinette kept her mouth shut about it when asked, unwilling to even begin to discuss it.
Still considerably white-faced, Antoinette stamped her foot, now refusing to set another step. "I am not leaving," she insisted, "and I am not a little girl to be herded off to safety."
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[On the planet]
James had finally managed to gather enough dry wood and tinder to put his survival practice to good use and start a fire. Soon it would be getting dark, or so James assumed by just looking at the sky. Funnily enough, this planet seemed to rotate the other way: the sky was getting darker in the west, rather than the east as the sun seemed to be moving to the east.
A howling noise made him sit up, grimacing as he jolted his broken leg. "Well, let's hope the fire keeps them away, whatever they are," he murmured, casting a concerned glance in Keztrek's direction. The Vulcan admiral was still unconscious, and James was starting to get increasingly worried.
He had gone back into the wrecked shuttle to search again for the medical kit, but all the contents had been strewn throughout the shuttlecraft, and he had no way of knowing now which vial was which. Anything he would inject into her could be as lethal as it could be helpful, and he didn't want to risk killing her, as much as he might've liked to in the past few days.
James did manage to find a few blankets, and even enough scrap material to splint his leg with. He had torn up one blanket to use for bandages on himself and the admiral, then wrapped one around Keztrek's body and another around himself. Soon though, he would have to go through the effort of dragging her back into the shuttle, which was their only means of shelter. The tall commander didn't have the energy nor the strength left to find enoug strong branches and large leaves to build them a decent shelter.
"I just hope it won't rain," he muttered to himself, as he poked a stick into their campfire in an attempt to keep it burning. He'd soon run out of firewood too, and the shuttle's rations wouldn't sustain them beyond two days at most. "At least we have water....and hopefully there's fish in there."
Eventually, the flickering of the campfire lulled him into sleep.
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Post by thirteen on May 16, 2006 19:17:45 GMT
The first person Thirteen came across was commander Laika. "An unexpected burst from the radiation belt disabled our attempt to exit the planet its atmosphere. The ship has suffered some material damage, and most systems are offline, including the comm system. To my knowledge there are no unrecoverable casualties." A feeling of affection came over Thirteen when J'Leera contacted ensign Mercer to watch over Antoinette. But he understood J'Leera's intention; it was probably for the best that a young girl was not walking about a ship in this state.
"I want to stay with Mister Thirteen!" Antoinette said when Meggan had put her hand on Antoinette's shoulder to guide her off the bride. The young girl looked at the ex-Borg. "It is for the best that you spend some time with ensign Mercer, miss Flanigan," Thirteen said, though he felt funny. "But I don't want to be with her!" "I would not like to see you get hurt, it is for your preservation. We will see each other again." Antoinette softened a little and gave Thirteen a slight smile as she let ensign Mercer guide her off the bridge. "I think you can be used in engineering mister Thirteen," J'Leera said eying the scene. "Of course commander," Thirteen said nodding at their currently commanding officer. He went on his way to engineering.
People were racing around with tools, trying to evade sparks that erupted from consoles every now and then. Emergency lighting had apparently kicked in, as the lights were no longer flickering. "Commander, could you give me a hand in getting the comm system back online?" a young cadet addressed Thirteen. "Certainly cadet." "We need to give it a kick start." "I do not know what you mean." "Well," the cadet started as he sat down next to a panel he was puzzling to open, "the plasma relais conducting the power to the comm systems have fried. I've already changed the two coils that were burnt, but to get the comm back both coils need an energy burst, which we can administer with this tool." The man gave Thirteen a small device that appeared to have an energy cell attached to a head in the shape of a needle.
"Simply inject the needle-like end into the coil, and on a count of three press the button. The other coil is behind that panel." Thirteen went there, and opened the hatch. "Ready?" Thirteen nodded. "One, two, three!" Thirteen pressed the button and the tool he was holding sent a charge through the needle into the plasma coil. "Be my guest to give it a shot," the cadet smiled at Thirteen. =/\= Thirteen to the bridge, do you read me? Comm systems should have been restored. =/\=
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Post by paulfranklin on May 19, 2006 14:02:56 GMT
Franklin found himself on the floor when he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered is a crashing noise, flickering lights and something smacking against his legs. Apart from a painful encounter with a large carpety object, the rest was all a blank. He looked towards his legs, they still seemed to be attached to his body, and in working order, albeit somewhat painful. The table which contained the hypospray unit was laying next to them, with hyposprays and hypoviles scrambled around it, in a rather wide radius on the floor. This was why Franklin never used these old style units, they were just so prone to creating a mess when falling over...
Picking himself up from the deck plating, Franklin noticed the lights were out, and many nurses were busy either picking themselves up or creating some order in the mess called sickbay.
"Status!" Franklin called out. A male nurse ran over to hand him a PADD with something which looked like a damage report. "It seems we have crashed, sir. We have lost all power in this section, but according to Ensign Geller some parts of the ship still have limited reserves." "Understood, have any wounded come in yet?" Franklin looked around searching for wounded or casualties. "Yes and no.. We've had some cuts and bruises come in, but we aren't sure that's all of it.." The man responded. "You aren't sure?" "Well, it seems we're kind of hard to be reached from the aft section of the ship. The bulkheads near section 3 have collapsed on this deck. We've called engineering, but the comm's down too overhere." "Seems sickbay took quite a beating then..." Franklin thought for a beat, then made a decision. He took a PADD containing a map of the ship, and studied it for a second or two. "Attention everyone!" The medical staff gathered around Franklin. "McIntyre, Goldwater, Jones. Stay here and coordinate this mess. Treat anyone you can. S'Lak, Saunders, report to the flight deck and set up a triage area. Try to contact medical teams 3 and 4 and get all the help you can. You will be responsible for the aft section of the ship. Anderson, Yu, you're with me. We're headed to the messhall to set up triage there. I understand both triage areas still should have at least partial power, so there's more use to treating people there than here..." Franklin looked around once more, noticing the fallen tables, broken panels and... his equipment, most of it ruined.. "Dismissed."
Everyone left sickbay, stripping it of as many useful things as they could find. Franklin himself carried a bunch of medkits, while pushing an anti-grav stretcher which was full of medical equipment. Luckily, the messhall was on the same deck, albeit in a less damaged area, so there was no climbing involved.
In the mean time, he tried out the comm system. He had numerous people to contact. Noticing 'functioning' lights ahead, he tapped his combadge once again. It finally worked..
=/\= Franklin to medical team 2. We've left sickbay, part of the medical staff it setting up triage in the messhall, we need as many people as you can spare. Have you recieved any medical emergencies yet? =/\= Relatively little, sir. We're able to handle it. I'll send a team to the messhall, with an assortiment of stretchers. Medical team 2 out.
As soon as the commlink closed, Franklin got a new call.
=/\= Understood. Please monitor the patient for vital signs. And I'm hereby informing you that we've left sickbay, it is completely without power and in an abismal state, so currently has limited use. Triage areas are being set up in the messhall and on the flight deck. There's only a skeleton staff in sickbay right now.
=/\= Understood. Bridge out.
Franklin turned to his companions, "As you've heard, I'm needed on the bridge. I will return to the messhall as soon as possible." The nurses nodded and went on their way, while Franklin looked for the nearest turboshaft and started the climb towards the bridge.
When he arrived, he looked around and found the counsellor unconscious. "What happened?" Franklin asked, while taking out his tricorder..
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Post by laika on May 20, 2006 23:50:18 GMT
Fortunately for Kathlena, the doctor didn't waste anytime getting up to the bridge. "What happened?" he wanted to know.
"I can't really tell you," J'Leera shook her head. "But all I really see are these deep cuts on her hands. I think she flew up the turbolift shaft. That couldn't have been easy to do."
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Kathlena began stirring and opened her eyes. "How are you doing, Counsellor?" J'Leera asked.
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"Okay, then. Bring her down there and keep me informed of her condition. I've got a teenage girl who needs her at the moment, so let me know when's she ready to get back to work."
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She turned her attention back to the ship. Things were still in disarray, but slowly coming back. There was still a power shortage and they couldn't get the main systems up and running, but smaller systems like communications were coming back online.
Then there was still the issue of the Admiral's shuttle. Long range communications were shot as were the sensor, which seemed almost beyond hope, so they had no idea where the shuttle had crashed, assuming that it wasn't still in orbit. She preferred to hope for the latter, since Keztrek would be able to call for help and get them out of there, but she also realized that her shuttle probably experienced the same failures as the Tiger Shark did.
Locating the Admiral was the least of their worries now. It was coming pretty obvious that they were going to be spending quite some time of this planet and without power, J'Leera was becoming concerened about basic necesseties. The water situation was fine at the moment, but the crew depended on the replicators for their meals, so without power that meant no food. If they didn't get power back on soon, she was going to have send out groups to collect food. Since they didn't know what was out there, she didn't want to risk it just yet.
"Bridge to Engineering, how is your progress?"
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Post by kahlena on May 21, 2006 3:59:10 GMT
Kahlena had heard those around her, and found herself returning to consciousness. She opened her eyes.
"I am okay, I think. I'm a counsellor not some kooky doctor," she said not seeing the chief medical officer right there. She felt out of her element, and wasn't sure what was going on.
She listened to what was going on, and the doctor asked some questions.
"I am not sure, I think it has to do with my hands. They are throbbing something horrible, and so is my head. I wish I knew what was wrong though," she said, and heard what the woman near her said. ~What's this about a teenager?~ She wanted to ask, but was herded down to their makeshift sickbay in ten forward.
A little bit later, Kahlena was feeling much better, the wounds on her hands being bound for now. She remembered that she couldn't have anything big done on them right now because of lack of equipment.
"Look, I am feeling fine now, and I promise to take it easy. I heard communications is up and running again. I am sure I can find out what happened without exerting too much engergy. I can also remember to rest when I feel like I need it. I know my body took some trama to it with me bleeding from my hands, but now I promise to be more careful. Please, just let me get back to what I was doing," she said remembering something about a teen. She didn't like being in with all the sick, when she felt like she wasn't. Kahlena wanted to help out on the ship, to feel like she belonged, and she felt that she wouldn't be able to do that if she was stuck under the doctor's care all the time.
"Come on, Doc. Isn't there some way I can move about the ship, and still be under your care at the same time?" Kahlena said trying to satisfy all sides here.
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Post by thirteen on May 22, 2006 12:31:28 GMT
Things were hectic down in engineering. With the comm system back online, ship wide calls for repairs came in. Thirteen did his best in coordinating the repairs, and had dispatched several repairs teams to the vital sections of the Tiger Shark. "We're experiencing a great power leak somewhere in the system!" a panicking engineer said as he came running up to Thirteen. "Stay calm ensign, try to determine the source of the leak, and shut it down so no more power is wasted." "But, I don't know if I -" "Ask for assistance if you think it necessary," Thirteen said to the engineer.
=/\= Repair team alpha, what is your status? =/\= Thirteen asked over the comm. =/\= We're helping the medical team in the messhall set up a triage area, and two of us are working on the replicators as we will be needing food, however the power supply to this section is unstable, which makes replicating a dangerous task. =/\= =/\= We are working on a discovered power leak, continue as you were for the mean time. =/\=
"There! Found it!" a relieved yelp came through engineering. Thirteen turned to see the engineer that had panicked before dash a few commands into a control panel. Seconds later all lights in engineering went out, making the area pitch black. "Ensign, whatever it was you have just done, I suggest you undo it immediately," Thirteen said sternly. "S-sorry sir... S-sir?" "What is it ensign?" "Well, you see sir... without lights I... I can't see what I'm entering on the panel." "What is your name ensign?" "Mark, sir, Mark Leerman." "Does anyone have a light to assist mister Leerman?" "I do," a voice came from the dark. A flashlight was turned on, and pointed at Mark. "T-thanks," the man said.
Just as lights were restored, J'Leera's call came in, asking for engineering's status. =/\= I have dispatched several repair teams throughout the ship, to the most vital sections. We are currently struggling to find a massive power leak in one of our systems, yet have not succeeded so far. I have just had contact with repair team alpha who are assisting the medical team in the messhall, and trying to get replicators back online, however the power leak is causing instability in the power supply that runs to the messhall, which is the reason the replicators have not been restored yet. =/\= =/\= Alright, keep me informed, otherwise we'll need to form search parties to get us food. =/\= =/\= When needed I think the security teams are suited to perform such a task. =/\= =/\= I'll keep that in mind, J'Leera out. =/\=
Thirteen turned to Mark. "Mister Leerman, I do not know what you did, but I suggest you be more careful next time. In a situation as this, it is vital that we do not worsen the case." "Yes sir, sorry sir." "Return to duty ensign," Thirteen ordered the engineering officer.
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Post by amhil on May 22, 2006 21:10:38 GMT
OFF: Joint post from Amhil Eddons and Thirteen! (I am the new CEO, though not yet entirely as you can read in this post ) ON: "S-sir?" Mark Leerman said, once again turning to Thirteen. "What is it ensign?" "I-I don't think I'm capable of fixing things anymore, it's just... I don't feel up to it now." "In that case it is better for you to step down, I will find someone to fix the power leak. I suggest you take a rest, and try to find something less stressing." "Y-yes sir, good idea sir." Mark hustled off. "Lieutenant," Thirteen said aproaching a young female engineer, who was sitting crouched next to a spark-slinging plasma relais, "is it possible for you to assist me in determining the power leak, and to fix this problem?" Amhil wiped her hair from her face, stopped with what she was doing and looked up at the ex-Borg. She noticed the higher rank and quickly stood up. "That's exactly what I was planning on doing, sir." She answered. Thirteen looked at the sparking relais, and raised an eyebrow. Amhil followed his gaze and shrugged. "I'm not saying we're progressing much. With this massive damage it's hard to determine the source." "Understandable. One thing we do know is that it is affecting power supply to the messhall, as repair team alpha is there trying to restore the replicators, yet they cannot complete their task as to heavy fluctuations in the energy supply. It is logical that we search for a malfunction in a system attached to that location," Thirteen informed. "Well, are only the messhall replicators unable to produce anything or is it a ship wide problem?" Amhil asked, at which Thirteen stared at her. "Well, we can check later, the replicators. Hmm, well they are attached to the main power system, which currently still has a few glitches. I think it would be handy if we check the relais to the messhall's normal power." "A sound plan lieutenant, however you will need to point out the specifics. I am a security officer, not an engineer, I know little about power supply throughout this vessel, I only know how to cut off sections when necessary," Thirteen explained. "Ah, sorry." Amhil said, and smiled. She led the chief tactical officer towards the observation lounge on the beginning of the first tier of engineering. She hoped to show him the specifics on the main screen, called the 'pool table' under engineers and technicians. This would have been a great plan if the screen had been working normally, and hadn't been a blank console. Thirteen looked at her expactantly. 'Oh no you don't!' Amhil thought, annoyed, as she stared at the screen. She scrouched down below the console and tried to make sense of the mess that she saw there. Several seconds passed, and then there was a small yelp and a few sparks flew from under the console. Amhil emerged again and stood. The screen was still blank. "Maybe we should try something else?" Thirteen suggested. Angered, Amhil kicked the console, and turned around to stomp away, when a few moments later the screen suddenly flickered to life. "I had never expected violence to reach such results, nor an engineering officer applying it succesfully," Thirteen said eyeing the engineering officer. He bent over the console island and look at a detailed picture of the Tiger Shark. Lights and indicators flickered throughout the screen. "It appears as if there is a lot of work that has yet to be done," Thirteen concluded. He entered a few commands on the console, which sparked in response, and coughed up the desired action as it zoomed in on the power supply that went all the way to the messhall. "What can you discover?" Thirteen asked the woman. Amhil closely examined the schematics, which showed the length of the power supply in detail. Along the way several red lights were flickering alarmingly, but Amhil payed no attention to them. She followed the line with her finger and suddenly groaned. "It's always those annoying bio packs!" She exclaimed and turned her gaze towards the hatch in the opposite wall. "I guess it's yet another trip through the jefferiestubes." "The bio gell packs? Why, that indeed poses a possible cause, for as far as my knowledge reaches," Thirteen said as he opened the hatch to the jeffries tube, and climbed in after the engineering officer. "Lieutenant, this may not be the ideal situation to get aquinted in," Thirteen said as he turned a junction, crawling on through the tube, "but I just came to the conclusion that I am unware of your name. I am lieutenant commander Thirteen, I am the chief tactical security officer." Amhil grinned, and spoke over her shoulder: "Lieutenant Amhil Eddons, assistant chief engineer. Nice to meet you, mister Thirteen." Thirteen and the assistant chief engineer came to a halt. "This should be it," Amhil said as she removed a small hatch. Blueish goo came dripping out of it the moment it was opened, and Thirteen pushed Amhil away shielding her from the plasma fire that erupted from the completely obliterated gell pack. "Computer shut down plasma coupling 31-A in section B-7!" Amhil yelled, almost immediately extinguishing the plasma fire. Amhil breathed a sigh of relief when the immediate danger had subsided and waved her hand to clear some of the smoke. "Well, that certainly looks fried." She said, stating the obvious. "I think we can change the biopack cells, after clearing up this mess. I don't see any reason why the replicators shouldn't work after that. Unless we have some massive power failure." She said jokingly, but realised that this actually wasn't that far away from happening at any moment in the current state the Tiger Shark was in. "Very well. You seem to be very able to cope with the situation, I will leave you in charge of engineering and the repair teams, if you think that you are up to that task, then I can return to my security department, and get things back together there," Thirteen said. "Thank you, sir." Amhil answered, feeling slightly flattered. "I indeed think the security department needs you more than we do, though each pair of hands is very welcome in engineering right now." "Good luck, lieutenant Eddons," Thirteen said eyeing the woman, as he attempted to exit the jeffries tube backwards, at which he eventually succeeded. Thirteen went on his way to the security section. =/\= Thirteen to commander Laika, I have left engineering in lieutenant Eddon's capable hands, I will be at the security department, organizing business there, Thirteen out. =/\=
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Post by laika on May 22, 2006 21:40:26 GMT
J'Leera breathed a sigh of relief. Something finally was going right and she was very grateful. The ship was in a bad state, so she was eager to get any bit of good news that she could find. Her thoughts began to wander to the next set of tasks. They were on a planet that they knew virtually nothing about. There scans before the accident had not revealed much detail about the plantlife or the animals that existed on the planet. Although she didn't expect to find any intelligent life, she couldn't be sure that there weren't any.
Scans did however reveal that there weren't any traces of advanced civilization, but whether or not one existed on a primitive scale had yet to be seen.
Since things were going well in Engineering and that Thirteen was able to leave it to the crew, he was suddenly free for other duties. "Hmm, Commander Kirk. Prep a shuttle for an away mission."
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"Laika to Thirteen. Please prepare for an away mission of several security guards. I need you to do a security sweep of the area surrounding the ship. I need to know what's out there before I start sending teams to gather food."
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Although power was running for replicators, she knew that it was quite limited and an unnesseary drain on the ship's resources. If there was edible food on the planet, then it would be wiser to save the power for ship repair and getting it back into orbit. Also she wanted to get the sensors and communications back online, so that they could find the Admiral's shuttle.
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Post by T'Brel Peers on May 22, 2006 21:43:23 GMT
They had crashed, they had crashed, but they were still alive. Well T'Brel thought that they were still alive. He could taste the iron coated blood in his mouth. It was a bitter taste, but it jump started his body. As he picked himself up, he made sure to survey the bridge. Many were groaning in pain, but at least they were alive.
Almost instantly medical teams rushed into the bridge, but the only person that T'Brel saw was a little girl. Commander Flanigan's girl, Antoinette. A pang of guilt, pain, and sorrow course through his body. The girl must be scared for her father and there was nothing that they could not do right now.
"Report! Where is the Admiral's shuttle?"
T'Brel made his way towards his console and tried to activate the sensors. They were of course not operating at full power, but he could see where the ship saw them last.
"Commander its somewhere on this planet, at minimun the shuttle is 500 km away from here," T'Brel said," but I don't know if it crashed or landed."
There was nothing that T'Brel could do from navigations. Power had to be restored to the engines and hull damage had to be fixed. If he wanted to get off this planet he would have to help with repairs.
"How bad is it Mr. Peers?" J'Leera asked.
"We are lucky Commander, the Tigershark is flyable, but it will take a lot work to get it back that way," T'Brel," though if I had flown better we could be in a better situation."
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Post by thirteen on May 23, 2006 10:42:29 GMT
"Mug food runt!" a huge bearded primate uttered as he slightly ducked to avoid smashing his head into the rough stony opening that had been hewn into the wall to reveal a large subterranean area. A fire was coughing up smoke in the middle of the room, causing a thick mist of burned carbon-based plants. "Chase food need food we!" a growling voice returned, as an even larger silhouette became visible in the smoke.
The bearded creature looked alarming left and right. He know it was not wise to counter the chief's orders. "Strange fallt from sky scare food," he said. The chief tilted his head and eyed his brother. "Strange?" he asked. "Strange Mug notknow strange is." "Find strange you break strange need food we!" His brother had angered Mug. The man exited the room, leaving the enraged leader.
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"Report!" Thirteen said the moment he came walking into the security department. "We're still running, sir, although the brig section has no power." "An casualties among the security officers?" "Negative sir, every one's capable of performing their duty." "Excellent. Organize three duos of officers to run guarding shifts, with systems down we cannot use any intruders." "Aye, sir." Then commander Laika's call came in. =/\= Acknowledged commander, Thirteen out. =/\= =/\= This is commander Thirteen, ensigns Mark and Jonesy, cadet Alex and lieutenant Mick, prepare for an away mission, be sure to arm yourselves, meet me at the security section in twenty minutes. =/\=
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"Dor food?" a female primate covered in animal fur approached the man she knew had just gone to see Mug. "Food runt strange scare food Mug angry Dor Dor break strange Dor get food," the man explained. "Bur help Dor Dor ask Bur!" the woman said. "Dor thank Mir Dor ask Bur!" the primate said happily, as he went off to find his friend Bur. The man stomped out of the cavern, and found his friend outside, busy making ropes from fiberstraw, a strong, grass-like plant excellent for use in ropes. "Bur help Dor?" Dor asked as he approached the broad shouldered man. "How Bur help Dor?" Bur asked. Dor explained what happened, and how he'd angered their chief. "Bur help Dor," Bur said when Dor was done talking, "Dor help Bur make rope?" The men agreed, and went off to the 'strange' together.
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"Finally som'thin' t' do!" Mark said to his colleague and friend Jonesy. "Yeah, le's hope w'll see some cool stuff," Jonesy said enthusiastically. The two came across Mick and Alex on their way to the security section. "The two o' you is taggin' along 's well?" Mark asked. "Yeah," Mick said. Alex said nothing and tried to hide her nauseousness. She prayed that nothing was going to happen out there. "What 're ya all silent for Als?" Jonesy asked Alex. "Nothing really," she responded swiftly, "the crash startled me a bit, that's all." "You 's gonna be fine, doncha worry, we'll look after you," Mark tried to reassure her.
The four security officers turned a corner and arrived at their destination where their commanding officer stood waiting for them. "Let us proceed," Thirteen said as his officers approached him. Four minutes later they had found their way out of the Tiger Shark, and stood under the bright blue sky, with a watery sun casting its light on the landscape. "Ensigns Mark and Jonesy, I trust you will form a good team to scout the south and the west parameter of our ship. Miss Alex and mister Mick are with me, we will cover the north and the east section. If you encounter problems or anything unusual, be sure to inform me, and be sure to remain no more than five kilometers from the ship." "You 's got it sir!" Jonesy said saluting to Thirteen. "We won't be lettin' you down sir," Mark added, copying Jonesy's gesture. The pair turned and headed south, while the others went north.
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"Dor nothas club?" Bur asked his friend, noticing the absence of a big piece of wood on his friend's shoulder. "Dor nothas club," Dor responded as he stopped to look for a suitable substitute. "Dor see shiny!" the big primate said pointing a hundred meters up ahead. He began to run, and Bur followed to find his friend hovering over a strange piece of matter. "Strange?" Bur asked. "Strange notknow Dor," Dor said kneeling besides the object and very cautiously touching it, immediately withdrawing his hand. "Strange is cold!" Dor said, as he touched it again, and then picked it up. Bur's eyes grew big as he saw his friend lift the strange object. "Strange is heavy strange is Dor club," Dor concluded as he swung the heavy metal bar on his shoulder. "Dor careful strange," Bur said eying the object suspiciously. "Bur notworry," Dor assured his friend, and the two continued their way.
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Post by paulfranklin on May 23, 2006 10:59:53 GMT
The doctor nodded quietly, and scanned Kahlena with his slightly enhanced medical tricorder. Looking at the puddle of blood which had formed around Kahlena's hands, Franklin noted that she had lost quite a respectable amount of blood. Fortunately, it seemed her blood volume was higher than could be expected from a humanoid her size, and Franklin made a mental note that he needed to examine her circulatory system in more detail at a later time. For now, a simple local clotting agent would suffice, so Franklin opened his medkit and took out a vile of yellow transparent fluid. He opened the vile, which smelled a bit like septic fluids, and sprinkled it on the cuts. The compound hardened out, creating a thin layer over her wounds. Her natural clotting agents would be able to take over more easily now.
Taking a hypospray from the medkit, Franklin noted how quaint the old-style medication loading mechanism was. He, unfortunately, had to leave his collection of newer, but experimental, hyposprays in sickbay. Nevertheless he was able to bring Kahlena back to consciousness by injecting her with a few cc's of cordrazine.
Franklin quickly glanced at J'Leera when Kahlena made that statement, whispering, "Judging from that statement she's still a bit delirious from either the blood loss, or possibly the cordrazine. It should subside."
Turning to Kahlena, Franklin explained the situation. "You are on the bridge, you had fallen unconscious, with deep cuts on your hands. I've administered cordrazine, and have used Trelliniate on your hands to stop the bleeding, however, that's only a temporary measure. I'll still need to tend to your wounds for a more permanent treatment." Franklin glanced quickly at Kahlena's hands, which were turning yellow from the Trelliniate. He then turned his gaze back at her face, and continued, with a serious expression. "I am not certain of the cause of you fainting. It could be the loss of blood from the cuts on your hands, but can you think of any other reason that you fell unconscious?"
"Indeed, so do I." Franklin now spoke to both Kahlena and J'Leera. "I will have to admit Kahlena to the triage area in the messhall.. The cuts are too deep and the bloodloss is too severe to let it go untreated. Also, I want to keep an eye on her fainting behaviour, I'm not comfortable with it."
Franklin put Kahlena on an anti-grav stretcher, and somehow managed to maneuver it through the turboshaft to the messhall. He moved a food cabinet, which now serviced as a quickly-filled medical cabinet over to her. The doctor then took a white piece of material from a sterile containing device, and a bowl of odd-smelling fluid, and dipped the cloth into the fluid. Taking it out with a quite aestetic motion and rubbed it over the hands of the counselor. "This may sting a little," he warned her.
"I will now inject it with a compound which should stimulate your body's own regenerating capacities." Filling a hypospray, he injected quite a lot of the medicine into Kahlena's hands, wrists and neck. "Don't be concerned if you sweat a little more than usual, that's normal."
The doctor then reached over to pick up a standard dermal regenerator, and operated it over the wounds. "This will heal the skin, but the cuts went quite deep into your flesh. And seeing as I do not have the medical facilities of sickbay at my disposal here, I will have to encase your wounds in a piece of cloth, which I will saturate with the same material with which I have just injected you. In fact, this is similar to the concept of bandages which many species used in earlier times. However, it will still take several days for your hands to be healed, until then, they will be painful." Franklin continued, "I will prepare medication, to stimulate your bodies own blood production."
A little while later, after Franklin had performed all necessary treatments, he informed Kahlena of her prognosis. "You will be fine in several days. However, I would still like you to remain in the messhall for the coming two days. I'm not quite sure of the fact that you fainted on the bridge. I would like to observe you, before I can take any conclusions regarding that."
"You will not be doing anything besides sitting here in the messhall for the upcoming two days. Your condition is far from healthy, and I need to hold you here for observation. What use will you be to the ship if you were to fall unconscious again?"
After a bit of thinking, Franklin walked over to a small table with medical equipment, took a round device from it, walked back and stuck it behind Kahlena's ear. "This will monitor your vital signs, among which your blood volume. If it gets any lower, or if anything else will change, I'll have a medical team escorting you to sickbay. And I'm not going to be sending any teams who are in the mood for negotiation."
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Post by kahlena on May 23, 2006 22:55:02 GMT
"If I get worse in condition, doctor, then there will be no need for someone who can negotiate," she stated, and took what he meant to mean she could leave now. She noticed he went to another patient, and she left as quickly as she could.
When Kahlena was in the corridors she looked to see what was working, and noticed site to site transport was possible, she realized though that it probably was best not to use it too often.
=^=Kahlena to the bridge. I remember you saying something about needing me, what is it you had in mind?=^=
(J'Leera)
A little later after she had what the task was, she found where the girl was being kept, and used the transporter to get to the corridor outside of the quarters. Kahlena then used the door chime, and waited to be invited it, which didn't take long.
"Hello, I am Kahlena, and have been asked to stay here with the commander's daughter, you may go now," she said dismissing the other officer. It took a minute, but then the officer disappeared leaving them alone.
"You must be the commander's daughter, I am Kahlena, oh don't be frightened of me, I would never harm you. I would only harm those trying to hurt any of my friends and fellow officers," she said hoping to convince the teen.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2006 9:25:50 GMT
[James Flanigan]
James' eyes snapped open when he heard multiple howling sounds. It took several seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and he assumed the fire had gone out hours ago. A quick glance over in Keztrek's direction told him she'd never moved and still seemed to be unconscious. He worried for her safety, because without proper medical facilities there was nothing he could do for her, and his medical knowledge only went so far despite his survival training.
The growling and yowling noises came closer and James worked himself back to his feet, leaning heavily on the stick he had found earlier. There was no way of telling how many creatures were out there, and he'd only the one phaser at hand. Scowling, he berated himself for leaving the tricorder in the shuttle, out of weather's way. "That's just stupid," he scowled, raising his right arm, phaser extended and set to kill. He wouldn't take any chances with both himself and the admiral injured.
Several sets of eyes lit up in the starlight, as the creatures approached. A bright red beam shot from the phaser, hitting one of the creatures squarely in the chest. The yelp with which it went down seemed to be a signal for the rest of the pack, which did not hesitate to attack.
James backed up to Keztrek's side as fast as his broken leg would allow him to, but he never reached her. He shot several of the pack, before one of them jumped onto his back, claws tearing through the fabric of his uniform and raking his skin. "Get off!" James shouted, determined not to show them how scared he was. Yet he screamed in agony when the wolven creature sank its fangs into his left shoulder. The brief diversion of attention caused him to lose his precious balance and his injured leg went under him, causing him to fall over and land hard into the grass.
The tall human had no time to react, others of the pack were still attacking and if he diverted his attention to the creature on his back, he knew his life and that of the admiral would be forfeit. Changing aim as quickly as his nerves allowed him to, firing wildly at the creatures which went down one by one.
The one which had clawed and bitten him was still over him, it's fangs still clamped over his shoulder, trying to drag him off. Finally, the small remainder of the pack retreated back into the woods, their numbers severely decreased and James now had time to focus on the wolf that was still around. A single shot made an end to the creature's life and James was able to pry away from the creature's vice-like grip.
He would have to wait until dawn before he could assess the damage, but he could tell now he was bleeding copiously and he knew the muscles were torn. His left arm hung limply at his side, throbbing painfully and it was all he could do not to pass out from it. James dearly hoped these creatures were not infected with rabies, but he had no way to be certain and he feared they might as well be, with the ferocity they had pounced on him.
"Keztrek, please wake up," he pleaded with his commanding officer, as he crept his way over to her, "I can't protect you now, I might pass out from bloodloss. It's too dark to tell, but wolves attacked us and one of them bit me. You have to wake up now."
[Antoinette Flanigan]
Antoinette backed up to the furthest wall she could find when the draconic creature entered her home. She watched the officer who'd been with her leave and wondered why she was being abandoned.
Then the creature spoke up, her voice warm and friendly. "Don't be scared of me," the creature said, "I'm Kahlena, I wouldn't hurt you."
The girl inched her way forward only now seeing the creature was injured. "Are you in pain?" Antoinette asked, pointing at the bandaged hands and bloodied wings. "You have beautiful wings, may I touch them?"
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