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Post by tintagel on Apr 28, 2005 12:45:21 GMT
“Just try to stay conscious no matter how tired you get. I am going to try and seal the wound, so you won't bleed to death.” Illito started to work, then realized that she should probably talk to her patient so the Ensign had something to focus on. Then again, what could Illito talk about? She didn’t want the Ensign to lose consciousness out of boredom.
“I’m going to start talking about absolutely nothing at all,” Illito said, as she began to clean the wound. “In other words, I’m going to talk about myself. This is just to give you something to focus on. You don’t have to listen to the actual words so much as their sounds. But if it helps to listen and try to understand, you can.” Illito hoped she was doing the right thing, she had no idea what to do in situations like this. She doubted that she had a very good bed-side manner.
Illito continued to work, and began to talk, hesitantly. “I’m Illito Tintagel, a Cardassian Cadet. I have an older brother. He is five years older than me, and his name is Cido.” Obsidian Order! Illito thought. She had almost run out of things to say. Assuming, of course, that she didn’t want to talk about her past, and she really didn’t want to. Illito’s gaze shifted momentarily from the leg she was bandaging to the Ensign’s face. The Ensign didn’t really seem to be paying that much attention, it was highly probable that she wouldn’t remember details of this conversation anyway.
“I was born on Cardassia Prime, and spent all of my life, up until the time I joined Starfleet, there. My parents were both in Lakarian City when it was leveled. They died. My brother and I were staying with our aunt. I didn’t really know her then, and I don’t really know her now. She was sort of hard to talk to. My brother is still on Cardassia Prime, because, for some reason, he feels some loyalty to the state that was once Cardassia. I, as you may be able to tell, don’t. That doesn’t mean that I don’t love my fellow Cardassians, or, at least, some of them, but it does mean that I don’t love the non-existent Cardassian government.” Illito finished bandaging the wound. “There, I’m done,” she explained. “That should keep blood loss to a minimum. Now I’m going to clean up the rest of this,” Illito said, gesturing to the trail of blood.
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Post by alberthawking on Apr 28, 2005 12:51:33 GMT
He was really getting to old for this. Hawking looked down the corridor overseeing the unconscious Maquis members being transferred to the brig. He wept the sweat of his forehead. It left a nasty stain on his sleeve. Sweat and dust.
“Almost all of them are locked up sir.” It was Farqahar, the security cadet.
Hawking stared at the cadet. “Very well. You round up business here. If you need me I’m on the bridge.”
Commander Blayne was already present at the bridge when he entered. Several repair teams were busy trying to get new life in the console that had died during the recent events. He took his place at his operations console. Engineering was almost at full power again. It wouldn’t take long until they could do without the auxiliary power.
Being out in the ship stopping the intruders had left him out on events on the planet and the captains status. With Commander Hope in sickbay as well they were getting a bit short on crew. He wondered what the next step would be.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2005 13:13:40 GMT
"How dare he," Michael muttered, as he jogged back to sickbay, now sure that the way was safe, "how dare he keep that from me." He didn't look back, not sure if he could face the counselor without exploding; right now his wife and children were his first concern. With most of the Maquis disabled, he assumed that the daycare centre would now be back in Federation hands also. Therefor, he found it more important to get to sickbay first.
"Where is she," he demanded, as he stormed into sickbay. Knowing that he couldn't stop the worried doctor, Black merely motioned towards a single bed. Quickly, Michael walked over and glanced at the readings. Lifesigns were very slowly rising, and only the singe-mark on the uniform showed where she had been shot. "She died, didn't she," Michael asked, as he pleadingly looked up at his superior, "don't lie to me Jason. A hit at that spot would've killed her."
He ran a hand through his hair, upon which she opened her eyes slowly, and gave him a weak and painful smile. "Don't talk," Michael urged her, seeing that she wanted to speak, "you must rest now love, and don't argue with me on this. Please."
S'reena followed Michael with her eyes, desperately trying to say something. Him telling her not to was not helping. "Tony?" she finally whispered, "find him?"
Michael glanced at Black for confirmation, then shook his head. "Not yet, but we're looking. You get better now love, so that you can yell at him later. Deal? I'm going to get the children now, you must get back to sleep."
S'reena nodded weakly and closed her eyes again. She was very tired, and every muscle in her body was aching. When she felt stronger, she ought to ask what exactly happened.
Michael looked up. "Thank you Jason," he said softly, as he patted the other doctor on the shoulder, "you and the young Cardassian. She's very competent, indeed...she will be a fine asset to the ranks of medics." With that, he left sickbay and went to pick up his daughters.
~I'm not done with you either Marcell~ the paediatrician thought grimly ~it should've been you, not her. Had you not run off, this would never have happened. So many injured, and so many dead. I'm blaming you captain.~ Of course, he would never tell Marcell this in the face, but he sure thought it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2005 17:30:24 GMT
== jumping a few hours, assuming Maquis lead vessel with Marcell aboard is in pursuit ==
It was dark in sickbay when S'reena woke up next. She was still feeling very weak, and despite being injected with sedatives and painkillers on a regular basis, she was still in pain. Yet she was determined to get up. Most of the past few hours were a blank in her memory, though she did remember getting shot. She just didn't remember dying.
As if someone had guessed what she was going to do, she was nonetheless surprised to find a closed tricorder lying on the table beside her bed. ~Michael~ she thought idly. Her husband knew her better than anyone aboard, perhaps save the good counselor, and he must've guessed that she was going to attempt something soon, whether she was fit enough or not. Slowly, she opened the tricorder and indeed found a message waiting.
=Be careful. You will find a phaser in the transporterroom= the message read, then erased itself.
The Romulan first officer smiled to herself. "Thank you Michael," she whispered as she eased herself off the biobed. She was now clad in the standard blue female sickbay outfit, but because she was in a hurry, and still weak she didn't bother to change outfit. She found a pair of comfortabe shoes waiting when she eased out of bed, and she quickly put hem on before the night nurse would come by and find her out of bed.
Quickly, she slipped out of sickbay, again smiling to herself. She remembered a point where only a forcefield could keep her in sickbay. Strangely enough, she didn't feel ill at ease in sickbay, and knew that it would be better for her if she did stay. ~I have a job to do~ she thought grimly. Hiding whenever she encountered other crewmembers, she found her way to the transporterroom.
She found the phaser where Michael had signaled that it would be, and she holstered it. The tricorder was configured for Marcell's biosignature, and also showed his combadge signature. The Maquis vessel that he was on seemed to be in close proximity, and had it's shields down. ~perfect~ S'reena thought, and staggered onto the transporter pad after engaging a few second time delay.
Seconds later, she re-materialized and nearly collapsed. Grimacing, S'reena pressed on, following the tricorder signature. Then suddenly, she stood face to face with Anderson. "Take me to Marcell," S'reena whispered, leaning against the wall, leveling her phaser at the science cadet. She no longer was sure if Anderso was just undercover, or really had defected to the Maquis.
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Post by tintagel on Apr 28, 2005 18:03:03 GMT
Sometime after Illito had finished cleaning and dressing the wound and was just beginning to be worried, she heard the commbadge chirp. “The transporters are working again.”
Illito sighed gratefully, if it had been much longer the Ensign's leg might not have made it. “Two to beam to sickbay. Energize.”
After rematerializing in the sickbay she, with the help of Dr. Black, was able to move the Ensign to a biobed. Illito then unwrapped the bandage and properly treated the wound, with Dr. Black watching her. Illito then waited by for the Ensign to recover consciousness, as Dr. Black went back to check on Commander S’reena, who seemed to be doing much better.
“My leg?” asked the Ensign, a little bit after she had awoken.
“Your leg will be fine,” assured Illito.
“Really? And it will still be attached to my body? I can’t feel it at all.” Illito thought the Ensign was a little too suspicious. Illito didn't exactly make a point of going around lying to people!
“I never lie to my patients,” Illito explained. “I can’t see that it does them any good.”
“But what if I were dying? Would you tell me the truth then?” the Ensign asked, suspiciously.
“If I were absolutely sure you were dying? And could do nothing to help you?” The Ensign nodded. “Fortunately that wasn’t the case. But if someone were dying, I would tell them. Of course.” Illito nodded to herself, she couldn’t understand why someone wouldn’t tell. “But you are now on the path to recovery. If you need anything, you can ask one of the nurses with a night shift. But I suggest you get some sleep.” Illito inwardly groaned at herself. She was starting to sound like her brother! “I’m going to get some sleep, but I’ll check on your progress in the morning.”
The Ensign nodded. Illito walked out the sickbay door, and started heading towards the bridge. She really did just want to sleep, but she had to take care of something else first.
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Post by yrdisblayne on Apr 28, 2005 18:23:27 GMT
What the hell are they doing? YrDis thought to himself as he examined the sensor readout. The Maquis vessel that had caused them so much trouble was just sitting there within transporter range, shields down, weapons unpowered. Like they didn't have a care in the world. The commander shook his head. That would change shortly.
He took a quick look around the bridge. There was a hodge podge of personel manning stations, seemingly no one sitting at a station that they might use normally. A symptom of the fact that Intrepid class vessels didn't have much depth when it came to crew injuries. It didn't matter, he felt that everyone was doing at least an acceptable job.
YrDis looked over at cadet Owens. "Any progress on weapons yet, cadet?"
The engineer entered a number of fast commands into the engineering console, which responded with a series of green lights. "Phasers online sir, but we only have one torpedo tube available."
"Thank you." YrDis turned and sat down in the command chair. "Open a channel to the...belay that!" YrDis said loudly. He was about to offer a threat to the Maquis, then changed his mind. They had already attacked and boarded the Hanson in space and away teams on the planet. The time for diplomacy and restraint was pretty much over. "Tactical, lock phasers on the Maquis vessel. Target weapons and power distribution systems." Since their shields were already down, knocking out the EPS systems would keep them that way.
"Aye sir!" Energy burst out of the Hanson and lanced into the Maquis vessel, tearing up the exterior hull and causing secondary EPS explosions. There was another larger explosion near the front of the vessel, which YrDis suspected was probably the primary phaser array.
"Cease fire" YrDis ordered, and the Hanson stopped it's attack. The Maquis vessel hung in space, surrounded by a cloud of debris. He could see plasma venting into space, and knew that the ship was heavily damaged.
YrDis turned back to the tactical station. "Now open a channel to the Maquis vessel, and see if they're willing to surrender."
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Post by anderson on Apr 28, 2005 20:02:08 GMT
Anderson had left without the captain’s approval and started to head for her first assignment, when all of a sudden she turns a corner, and Commander Hope appears out of nowhere. It wasn't like the commander to forget her uniform, and she tried to surpress a bout of laughter, as Commander Hope was still dresses as if she would be a patient in sickbay.
“Take me to Marcell," Commander Hope whispers, leaning against the wall, aiming her phaser at Anderson.
“Good cover, now they will think I am being held against my will. I just left the captain, and he is this way.” She says starting to lead, and seeing the commander isn’t coming as fast as she should be.
“What’s wrong Commander?” She says, and gets the whole story, well a summed up version of it.
“I understand, and will help you. Hopefully we can surprise him.” She says leading her to the door.
“Here we go, Commander.” She says looking very serious. They enter together, and he is there with his back toward them. The commander hands Anderson the phaser, and she aims it at Hope. Commander Hope walks over behind him.
“Hello, Marcell.” She says, and he turns quickly to see what is going on.
“I found her not to far away, sir, and it was an easy catch.” She says as Hope collapses. The captain is lucky that he caught her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2005 20:20:37 GMT
For some reason, S'reena was glad that she'd encountered Anderson and not another Maquis member. While Anderson had informed her of her 'defection' and S'reena had reluctantly agreed to it, one never knew if loyalties changed. She gestured weakly with her phaser, and Anderson played along.
S'reena knew that if the younger woman had wanted to, she could've easily taken the phaser from her and put her out of action. Just before they approached Marcell, she handed her phaser to Anderson, and they walked up to Marcell.
Just as Anderson started explaining how she'd caught the stray commander, all clad in federation sickbay attire, S'reena felt weak again and the room started spinning onto its own axis. She felt herself topple over and was glad to find that her captain caught her only barely, before she could crash into the deck. That was the last thing she remembered.
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Post by tintagel on Apr 28, 2005 20:30:16 GMT
As Illito headed toward the bridge, she asked herself why she was doing this. Did she really want to take care of a baby? Or, at least, help take care of him? But it didn’t feel right to leave Zoë to take care of him alone. She hoped that Zoë would still be on the bridge. Illito figured Zoë probably would be, trying to help in whatever way she saw possible.
Entering the bridge, Illito was relieved to see Zoë and walked over to her. “I can take the kid, for a while, if you want. I can figure out somewhere to keep him, maybe? We might be able to set something up in sickbay, there’s always someone on duty there. And it’s not too far from the Counselor’s office.”
Zoë nodded at Illito. “Sure, that sounds great. If it’s okay with Dr. Black...”
Illito paused, she had deliberately not checked with him yet. He had already been off duty when she had finished talking to the Ensign, and she had been afraid of what would have happened if he said no. “I’ll check with one of the nurses. I can check with Dr. Black tomorrow.” Illito shrugged. “I didn’t want to wake him up.”
“Okay,” replied Zoë, a little hesitantly.
“He needs a name,” Illito remarked, taking the boy from Zoë. “We can’t just keep calling him ‘the baby.’ Especially since he is not really a baby.”
“Oh,” remarked Zoë. “What do you suggest?”
“Kizlar?” Illito suggested, pronouncing it KEEZ-lar. “You can think about it, at least.” Illito left the bridge before Zoë had a chance to object.
Back in sickbay, Illito left the boy with one of the nurses, she wasn’t sure which one. She then started to head to her quarters. Halfway out the sickbay door, she felt that she should check on her patient, but she was so tired. She turned around anyway. After looking in on the Ensign, she thought briefly about checking on Commander Hope, and decided not to. She probably wouldn’t be able to do anything the nurses couldn’t handle. She wasn’t even sure why she had checked on the wounded ensign, but she had, for some reason or another, felt that it was her duty.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2005 23:47:11 GMT
Anderson and Tony glared at each other for a few moments before she tore her eyes away from him and marched out of the room. It was completely against starfleet protocol to leave without your superior's permission but he didn't think the Maquis used such rules.
He watched her go with rage as his only emotion. There was no way he could get her off the ship except if she admitted her deception... and she didn't seemed inclined to do so.
He leaned against the wall and was just about to sink to the floor when the ship shook. He felt a wave of panic. The last he had heard the Hanson had been under Maquis controll!
The emergency warning lights started glaring and the sirens began sounding. He made a move toward the door to head to the bridge when the door opened on it's own and Anderson charged in, leading........... S'reena!
The hatred Tony had felt moments before reapeared and doubled to a point where he felt he could have done nothing but hit the woman, clad in a sickbay robe. But he didn't get the chance as she began to fall before he even raised his fist to strike her.
Out of instinct, Tony quickly dropped to catch her. As he held her he was amazed he had done so. Taking one glance at her Romulan face he thrust her limp body at Anderson. The younger woman took her, in suprise before lowering her to the floor.
Fighting the tempation to just kill the woman where she lay he marched toward the replicator and replicated some rope. He tied the woman up and then turned to Anderson.
"I don't give a damn what you do but I'm going to the bridge." He said and walked out of the room.
He soon came to the bridge, wondering why he hadn't killed the woman who had destroyed his life. Ado was now manning the nav station as the Maquis helmman was laying on the floor hemoraging from the torso.
"Hope is lying on deck 4, collapsed, and I want to know the hell why!?" He demanded. Ado barely glanced at him.
"I don't know and I don't care either. aWe're under attack from the Hanson. Man the tactical station!" He shouted at him. Tony was even more [word deleted] off now. His new crew didn't respect him any more than the old one had.
But Tony wasn't bothered with having to refuse the order from his captain because another shot came from the Hanson, shook the ship, and caused the lights to go out and the consoles blinking lights to halt. There was no light at all on the Freedom. Within seconds the secondary support system came on but everyone knew they were a sitting duck.
"Marcell!" Ado shouted, "Why the hell weren't you on the bridge when the Hanson attacked? You may have been a starfleet once but we still have rules here- you can't just leave the bridge whenever you want! You may very well be the reason we're now in this situa-" Ado didn't get to finish the sentence, because Tony had sent a fist against his captain's head. It made contact with a satifying crack.
Tony had no idea how hard he had hit the man but smiled as Ado fell to the floor, his eyes open but not moving. Every Maquis on the bridge knew that Tony was capable of killing them, even if he hadn't yet.
Tony glared down at the man he had just knocked out, spat on him, and gave out a klingon roar that echoed around the bridge. His blood was pumping now, and he felt like he could take on the whole bridge crew. He howled again, intent on slaughtering the entire bridge crew.
But he never accomplished this gruesome goal as, without warning, he collased onto the floor.
OFF: I know this was very violent but it was to demonstrate the extent of Tony's current insanity.
PS: post was modifed to stop any actually deaths resulting from Tony's attack.
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Post by anderson on Apr 29, 2005 0:28:01 GMT
Once the captain leaves, she unties the commander.
"Ma'am you can go back to the ship, and I will get him, and return to our ship." She says, and before she can get an answer, she leaves for the bridge dropping the phaser near the doorway.
She enters the bridge just as the captain strikes down the maquis leader. He then collapses to the deck, and she sees her move. She goes over to him.
"Sir, I would gladly remove this man from our presence, as he doesn't deserve anything but the brig." She says, and they don't heed her. She carefully drags him from the bridge, and once alone with him, she put her combadge on him.
=^= Anderson to Hanson =^=
"Hanson here. What do you want?" A male voice says. "If you beam my biosign aboard you will have me, and if you beam up my combadge you will have Captain Marcell." She says feeling the transporter around her.
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Post by tintagel on Apr 29, 2005 0:54:16 GMT
“Dr. Black to Cadet Tintagel,” Dr. Black’s voice cut through Illito’s dreams. She sighed, then found her commbadge and responded.
“Tintagel here. What’s the problem?” Illito struggled not to yawn, but managed it.
“The ship is in a battle situation,” Dr. Black responded. “We are anticipating injuries.”
“I’ll report to sickbay right away. Cadet Tintagel out.” Illito hopped out of bed, her energy quickly returning. After donning her uniform, Illito decided to jog towards the sickbay. Running had always helped her wake up faster, and there might be people in sickbay who needed medical assistance.
Arriving at sickbay, Illito checked on Kizlar before reporting to Dr. Black. “Where is Commander Hope?” she asked. “I didn’t see her there.”
“Commander Hope?” Dr. Black said. “Oh, she’s around somewhere, no doubt.”
Illito smiled, knowing that the doctor wouldn’t give her a straight answer. “What can I get started on?”
“Well, there are a variety of minor injuries that can be taken care of,” Dr. Black responded.
“I’ll get started then.” Illito finally took a good look around the sickbay, and saw that relatively few people seemed to be injured, and those injuries seemed rather minor. “I’ll take it we’re winning the battle then?” Illito asked.
“That would be my guess,” replied Dr. Black, but he didn’t seem very happy about it. He seemed, instead, worried.
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Post by aparis on Apr 29, 2005 1:26:30 GMT
While flying the ship, Paris hears several things going on. The first thing is Anderson's message telling the Hanson she has found and apprehended the captain. The second being they are aboard, and the last being the maquis ship has raised shields and is now attacking them.
Realizing that they are in danger, she starts to use evasive manuvers. She knew they were going to attack, and wasn't thrilled at the prospect of getting into yet another battle with the maquis. As thoughts of the last battle came to her mind, her side throbbed. She knew she should go to sickbay feeling a couple broked bones in her ribs, but knew it was crucial to stay at her post.
All of a sudden they are at red alert, and the klaxon goes off. Things turned critical for the maquis as the Hanson fired upon their ship. Their shields seemed to be lowering, and there was a report of a fire, oh wait that was for us. Apparently there was a small fire on a lower deck, which is now extinguished. They fire many rounds at our ship, but the shields are holding, and engineering is boosting our weapons.
The maquis fire three shots at us, and Paris looks at the sensor reading and starts to grin, which isn't a good thing in her case. She rotates the ship, and the first shot misses. As two and three come, she inverts the ship, and the shots just barely miss them. She wants to know what is next, and looks to her instructor for help without taking her eyes off of her console.
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Post by tintagel on Apr 29, 2005 2:27:48 GMT
After looking over most of the injuries, Illito realized that she had never checked up on Angel after the fight. She seriously doubted, however, that Angel would appreciate being medically removed in the middle of a battle, especially if it wasn’t necessary.
“I think I have to go to the bridge,” Illito called out to Dr. Black, hoping he wouldn’t object too much.
“But a Doctor’s place is in sickbay...” he objected.
“Unless other circumstances deem otherwise,” Illito countered. “It appears that other circumstances deem otherwise. I have to check on Cadet Paris, I believe that she may be injured. I don’t believe any injuries would be enough to warrant removing her from duty for significant periods of time, especially since we appear to be needing her piloting skills.”
“Fine,” Dr. Black sighed.
“I’ll be back as soon as I’m finished,” Illito replied, grabbing a medkit.
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On the bridge, Illito found Angel, and requested that her instructor take over from Angel while Illito did a quick medical tricorder-scan. “A couple of your ribs seem to be broken,” Illito explained. “But you probably guessed that. I’m just going to bandage them now and give you something for the pain, but I want you to come to sickbay when the battle is over. I can, however, do something about your bruised wrist.” Illito took the dermal regenerator out of the medkit, and ran it over Angel’s wrist. “That should be better. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think that I have to get back to sickbay.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2005 2:34:56 GMT
Jason looked around the room, as another injured crewmember was brought in. He knew they were winning, but still, he didn't like conflict to begin with. He taken an Oath to preserve life. And because conflict meant casualties, he didnt like it one bit.
He looked at the latest patient that was brought in. A young female Ensign in a teal uniform, evidently a Science Officer. She had multiple cuts across her arms, legs and chest, and had a large purple bruise on her forehead.
"What happened?" he asked, coming over, scanning her.
One of the two crewmen carrying her explained. "A bulkhead ruptured right next to her. Shrapnel hit cut her as you see, and a large piece hit her on the head."
Jason nodded. "That would explain the bump on her head. She's got a concussion and a couple broken ribs. Bring her over here," he said, indicating the surgical bed. As he walked over, he looked at Illito. "Your assignment just changed. Grab a dermal regenerator and start working on these lacerations."
Jason grabbed a second to work on the broken ribs. As he started on it, his mind went a little foggy, but he shook it off.
"You alright, Jason?" Michael called from across the room.
Jason didnt look up. "Other than having not slept in over 24 hours, I'm fine."
Michael now came over. "You need rest, Jason."
Jason shook his head. "After this is over." He looked up. "You can order me to take as much time off as you want when this is over, okay? Right now, I have patients to save."
Michael nodded, then went back to who he was treating.
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Post by djgordon on Apr 29, 2005 3:58:21 GMT
Holding on through the wild evasive moves input by Cadet Paris, I had to fight the nausea caused by my allergic reaction to the anesthezine gas.
"Paris, Pattern K (wreching without throwing up) irk Epsilon, Get us behind them and we will have them." I was barely able to get out as I collapsed to the deck and began throwing up.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2005 7:48:16 GMT
S'reena opened her eyes again, and looked at Anderson's worried face, then shook her head slowly. "That is not an option cadet," she whispered, "we must get Marcell back. He may hate me, and don't deny that he doesn't because I saw the hate in his eyes, but we must take him with us. Nobody on the Hanson, save Michael, knows that I'm here."
She looked up. "You do remember Michael, right?" she babbled, "we're getting a long way now...ah...I'm babbling. Help me up, do you have any stimulants on you?" Surprisingly, the science cadet had and injected a full dose into the first officer. "Thank you. The tracer's still on him? Good, let's go."
S'reena allowed Anderson to support her, as she realised she wouldn't be able to make it on her own. "You know....I'm probably not going to hear the end of this for a long while. Allowing a cadet to endanger herself, then sneak out of sickbay to go after you both myself while I should be resting. But I owe it to Marcell. I thought I was having the best intentions in throwing him in the brig to sleep it off, but perhaps I was wrong. Now, I have no choice but to do it again....ironic isn't it?" She didn't know if the younger woman was listening, and she was even unaware that the younger woman left.
Moments later, she suddenly saw Anderson coming back, dragging Marcell with her, and saw both of them disappear in a transporter beam. Quickly, she had herself beamed back too. Anderson and Marcell were still in the transporter room and security was just about to take Marcell away to the brig.
"No, take him to sickbay," S'reena told them, "he's ill and needs treatment." She turned her eyes on Anderson. "Take her to the brig instead." She noticed the younger woman's surprised expression, but paid no heed to it as security escorted her away. With aid of another officer, she followed Marcell and the other two security men to sickbay. ~why is she so surprised~ S'reena wondered, paining her memory. She couldn't remember their earlier deal.
"Restrain him," S'reena ordered weakly, as security escorted Marcell into sickbay upon previous request, "gently!" She climbed back into her own bed with help from Anderson, and grimaced as she heard the captain roaring in anger at being restrained. "Make sure he doesn't leave sickbay," she ordered security (Farquhar?).
Michael came racing over, managing to look both worried and happy at the same time. "Are you all right?" he asked, "did you find the tricorder and phaser?"
S'reena nodded tiredly. "Yes I did, thank you. Please take care of the captain, he's very desillusioned and must not be allowed to leave just yet. If he wishes to see me, wake me up...." She leaned back and instantly fell asleep, the previous actions having seriously weakened her.
Michael gazed down at his wife and frowned. ~good thing I foresaw what she was going to do...~ he thought as he walked over to Marcell. "Hello captain, I must say it's very good to have you aboard again," he said, forcing a smile. The captain looked enraged, and Michael was relieved to find him securely strapped to the bed. "You must calm down now, or we shall be forced to sedate you." He looked around. "Has anyone seen Ms Tintagel?"
He tapped his combadge. "Dr Hope to Cadet Tintagel, please report to sickbay, I've got a task for you."
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Post by tintagel on Apr 29, 2005 11:00:53 GMT
Illito was just heading back to sickbay when she heard her commbadge chirp, yet again. “Dr Hope to Cadet Tintagel, please report to sickbay, I've got a task for you.”
“On my way,” Illito replied, quickening her pace a little.
After she arrived in sickbay, she was shocked to find the Captain strapped to a sickbay bed. She glanced at him warily, she didn’t want to have to go near him if she could avoid it. “You wanted me?” she asked Michael, carefully trying to stay along the edge of the room. So she didn’t feel very comfortable being in the same room, or, she decided, the same ship, as a Captain who had deserted his ship, joined the Maquis, and now looked quite angry.
Illito saw that S’reena was back, and sleeping. “Does Commander Hope need a medical examination? Or the baby?” she asked, hoping that whatever she had to do wouldn’t have to do with the Captain, and knowing that it probably would.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2005 11:53:31 GMT
"Commander Hope is doing very well," Michael assured the clearly uncomfortable cadet, "and as far as I know the child Ms Zoë found is also doing wel. No, I want you to look after the captain. Apparently he's been through a lot, and I'd like you and Ms Zoë to determine his state of mental and physical health."
The paediatrician gazed from the cadet to the captain, and back to the cadet. "Something made him go beserk and defect to the Maquis. I know the captain, he wouldn't just do that and if I am correct he will be feeling quite guilty about doing so when he's feeling better. For now, I just want you to calm him down and see to it if he needs anything. Under no circumstance are you to release him from sickbay."
He placed a hand on the young Cardassian's shoulder. "I can tell you're not feeling very comfortable with this Illito," he told her, "but as a doctor one has to care for a patient, whether one likes it or not. It is our duty to look after the mentally and physically ill, no matter how they look or what their ailment is. I have the utmost confidence that you can manage your task. If you need help, you know where to find me or Dr Black."
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Post by yrdisblayne on Apr 29, 2005 15:07:53 GMT
YrDis winced as cadet Paris wrenched the Hanson through a particularly acrobatic set of maneuvers which effectively managed to avoid incoming fire from the Maquis vessel. He had thought that his surprise attack would be enough to disable the vessel, but apparently he had been too nice and the other ship continued to fight on, apparently ignoring the damage it had taken.
The Hanson shuddered abruptly. The ship had taken a hit to the secondary hull. YrDis turned to Commander Hawking, who was frowning at his readouts. "Commander" YrDis said "how are they managing to get through the shields?"
Hawking banged his console angrily. "Our shields have dropped twice now for no reason I can see. Also, the transporters have been used. I can't seem to shut them down."
YrDis turned back to the main view screen. Ship systems going down without reason during combat. There was only one reason he could think of for that. "Computer locate Commander Hope."
"Commander Hope is in Sickbay" the computer reported.
"Really" YrDis said sarcastically "and how long has she been there for?"
"1 minute, 57 seconds"
"And where was she before that?" YrDis asked wearily.
"That information is not in main memory."
YrDis sighed. He was sure to get the full story later, but right now he had to make sure that whatever S'Reena was up to didn't disable the ship. "Computer, isolate command functions to the bridge, disable S'Reena Hope's command codes and restrict her to sick bay using force fields. Authorization code, Blayne one four seven alpha red enabled."
The computer beeped in response.
"Cadet Paris, I've had enough of this little combat. Maneuver the ship so we can target the engines" YrDis ordered.
<Cadet Paris>
"Good. Tactical, prepare to fire."
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Post by tintagel on Apr 29, 2005 19:02:39 GMT
Illito glanced at the Captain. He seemed to be sitting up, glaring at everyone around him. If this was him being beserk, Illito wasn’t sure what qualified as in control. As far as she could tell, he seemed perfectly aware of what was happening, and didn’t seem to regret his actions in the least. Not that Illito would have felt sympathy for him even if he was sorry.
“I’m going to do a medical scan on you,” Illito informed him. “You may not like the idea, but I can’t see that you have too much of a choice about it.” Illito glanced at Zoë and could tell that the other Cadet would prefer if Illito took a gentler approach. But Illito had the impression that wouldn’t work, she doubted the Captain would respond to kindness in kind. Besides, she wasn’t going to be a counselor.
“I don’t think there’s anything physically wrong with you. You seem very stressed out, but I guess that would be a usual response to defecting to the enemy. I wouldn’t really know, I don’t have much experience with that sort of thing.” Zoë glared at Illito. Fine, Illito thought. If Zoë really wanted, the counseling cadet could take over. Dealing with deserters was hardly Illito's specialty. But Illito could tell that Zoë wanted more from her than simply stepping back from the situation. “If it makes you feel any better,” Illito said, her voice no longer dripping with sarcasm. “I’m sorry that the circumstances arose where you felt that you belonged more with the Maquis than with the people on this ship who have grown to know and respect you. I’m sorry that whatever happened happened, and I think it must have been very bad indeed to make you abandon the ship and the people that I know you care about.”
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Post by aparis on Apr 29, 2005 20:20:32 GMT
Angel heard her instructor tell her to maneuver and get behind the Maquis. Angel nodded and said with a twinkle in her eyes," Hold on, I am going under the Maquis ship." Angel put the ship into a quick nose dive and then rotated the ship until they were flying upside down.
She saw that her instructor wasn't feeling well at the moment and knew that she would have to fly the ship on her own.
"I think that commander Gordon should be assisted to the sickbay", she said with a note of concern in her voice. "I don't think he has fully recovered from the anesthetic gas yet."
Angel saw Cadet Peters jump up from his console and walk over to her instructor. Peters helped Gordon up and escorted him off of the bridge. She was a little scared to fly without her instructor at her side but knew that she couldn’t let the crew down.
Illito came to check Paris’ ribs and to heal the bruise on her wrist. “Thank you, that feels much better, and don’t worry I will come and visit you when all of this is over”, she told Illito who had wrapped her rib’s and given her something for the pain she was going through.
Angel saw that her attempt to get the ship behind the Maquis hadn't worked. They were flying right next to the Hanson and Angel knew what she had to do. She had to out think the Maquis, and fast. She thought for a second and a slow smile spread across her face. She had an idea of how to get behind the Maquis without them having enough time to react. She did another nose dive and then spun the ship a couple of times. Then she shot the ship upward and laughed triumphantly as she realized they were now behind the Maquis ship.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2005 0:49:44 GMT
Jason finished up with the wounded crewmember he was treating. The ship had mostly stopped rocking now, and no wounded had come in for a while, so the battle was probably mostly over. His mind now went to the scans he had made of the Borg down on the surface. He went and got his medical tricorder, and downloaded its information in the computer. He displayed in on the large wall-monitor in his Office. It was odd. The command pathways from their cortical node to the rest of their body was being disrupted. In essence they were partially paralyzed. The odd thing was, the cortical node itself wasnt affected, but the pathways leading from in its immediate vicinity were most affected, with the level of disruption decreasing as the distance from the cortical node increased. That suggested some outside agent was disrupting it. He had to get back down there to examine them further. For that, he needed permission, and alot of delicate equipment that didnt transport well. There was one craft on the ship up to the task. He went for the door. But as the door opened and he attempted to step through it, he was thrown back by a force field and hit the floor. Picking himself up, he called, "Alright, who put up a force field and forgot to tell me? Must be for Captain Marcell. Rachel, get me 5 CCs of acinolyathin so my muscles will stop twitching from that Level 10 forcefield." She went to get it, then injected him with it. "Better?" "Yes, fortunately. I'll be continuing on now" he said, as he picked himself up off the floor and headed for the door at the far end of Sickbay. "Computer, deactivate forcefield on this door and reactivate once I'm through. Authorization Black, Alpha Nine Red." The forcefield deactivated and he stepped through. As it reactivated, he went to the Bridge. He went to Commander Blayne. "Sir, I would like to request permission to take the Aerowing Shuttle down to the surface of the planet. I found something odd about some of the Borg's state of health and would like to take a look. I'd be taking my Chief Nurse, a pilot, and an Engineer in case something goes wrong. I'd leave first thing in the morning, after I've had some sleep." (OOC: For those of you unfamiliar with it, the Aerowing looks like this: techspecs.acalltoduty.com/images/intrepid/aerowing.jpgAnd the info on it is as follows: Mounted on the underside of the saucer section, the Aerowing rests in a recessed hatchway just aft of the ventral sensor array. The craft serves in the capacity of a runabout aboard larger ships. In fact the Aerowing’s technology and design is based, in large part, on the Danube class runabout.
The Aerowing provides a large secondary craft, long-range travel, and the protection, armament, and sensor capabilities beyond that of a standard auxiliary shuttle. Facilities include two sleeping bunks and a standard runabout passenger cabin. A replicator and flight couches provide for the needs of the passengers and a two-person transporter allows for beaming of personnel or cargo when needed. Atmospheric flight capabilities allow this shuttle type to land on planetary surfaces.)
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Post by anderson on Apr 30, 2005 4:04:24 GMT
Upon returning to the ship, she was arrested again. She now sat in her cell wondering how long she would be there, and why Commander Hope put her back, when they had agreed upon this. She was stuck with nothing but questions, and she apparently had plenty of time to think, as no one was coming just yet to let her out. She felt this ship rotate around her several times, and then suddenly it stopped. She wondered what kind of trouble Paris was causing at the helm now. She shook her head and leaned up against the nearest wall. She looked up and saw the guard looking at her.
"Is there something I can do for you, guard?" She says a little mean. She scowls as he turns back to his work.
"Fine, then be that way." She says looking away as well. He turns his attention back to her.
"I was just wondering why you left us like that. I guess I don't understand why anyone would want to side with the enemy." He says, and she leaves him to ponder, because truthfully she doesn't really know. She sighs, and closes her eyes to await the time when she would be let out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2005 17:28:18 GMT
When S'reena woke up next, she sat up, feeling much better. Glancing over to the side, she saw Marcell still struggling with the bonds that held him down to the bed. "Computer, what is the status of the ship?"
The computer, surprisingly, remained silent, as if it had not heard her. "Computer, comply. Authorisation S'reena november one delta."
=^= Unable to comply =^= the computer now replied =^= command code not recognized =^=
"What?" S'reena wondered, then sighed. "Whoever is in command found out," she muttered. Then she realised she was missing someone. Grabbing the nearest nurse by the collar, she asked where Anderson was.
"In the brig," the nurse replied tersely, jerking her uniform free from S'reena's grip.
"Brig? Why?" S'reena asked.
"Because you ordered it," the nurse snapped and walked off.
S'reena leaned back on the bed, wondering why she had ordered the young woman taken to the brig. "S'reena to security, please release Miss Anderson from custody, I have been erroneous there. Send her to sickbay at once." She glanced over to the captain, wondering whether she ought to try to talk to him. "She may be the only one able to get through to him, with aid from a counselor," she muttered.
Against better judgement, she found her way over to the captain, finding support on other biobeds and equipment to get herself there. "Captain....." She startend, wondering what she needed to tell him. At last, she just sat down in a chair beside the bed and watched him in silence, as he growled at her, his eyes filled with hatred.
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