Who Says Nothing Interesting Happens on Gamma Shift? - Part IV

Posted on 12 Aug 2012 @ 1:26pm by Amril & Lieutenant Commander Pola Ni Dhuinn M.D. & Lieutenant Lilou Zaren & EMH Mark X-C "Shirley" & Crewman Aurangzeb Ameen & Lieutenant Aria Rice & Lieutenant Theron Rhodes & Ensign Im'er Mor'an & Chief Warrant Officer 2 Oliver Sylver & Chief Petty Officer Lucalin Mrina Ph.D. & Captain Jonathan Holliday

1,893 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Episode 01 - Project Sienna
Location: USS Galileo: Shuttlebay, Deck 4
Timeline: MD 09 - 0210

Previously...

The shimmer of the transporter lit the swirling gasses of the nebula and the fighter floated amidst them for only a moment before several explosions went off simultaneously in the silence of space. Then, the warp drive of the ship was breached the nebula lit up. Even though the gasses caught much of the blast, it was still a violent shockwave of reacting gasses that hit the Galileo's hull.

and now, the conclusion...

[ON]

[Bridge]

As consoles exploded around her, and the crew were thrown to the ground, Pola lost the fight with her own seating, and curled into a ball where she was thrown, protecting her head. As the shaking around them stopped, Pola pushed herself into a seated position, not yet risking a standing position with her foot. "Status reports all stations!"

Sylver frowned, taking a breath as he checked his controls. "She's sluggish, but she can do it," he said and looked at them. He grimaced as the ship shook, taking a sharp breath. "Bloody hell..."

Ensign Rhodes had felt like a rag doll when he was tossed into the engineering console and then to the deck, showered in sparks. Picking himself up off the deck he looked over the engineering console, but most was non-functional. He called out, "We have have impulse engines, but warp drive is off line. It looks like it is resetting itself."

As the explosion racked the Galileo, Mor'an was thrown to the floor. Covering her head with her arms and squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the noise around her to subside. Hearing Pola request a status report, Mor'an risked opening her eyes and climbing quickly back into her chair. "Ugh!" She inadvertently allowed the little sound of frustration escape her lips as she tried to formulate a report. "The shuttle bay has been ravaged," she called out to Pola,

Lucalin emitted a high pitched popping sound through his nose and upper palate as the Bridge quaked around him, his ears rotating to gather as much information as he could from his place ducked behind his smoking console. While the console itself might have proved useless, the ODN lines to which Lucalin's PADD was connected were still active and running smoothly. He remained on the ground in case another shockwave shook the ship and ran his hands over the PADD, "Sensors are all still active, no damage there. The Vorta ship is thoroughly destroyed. Distress beacon silenced."

Ensign Rhodes held onto the engineering console, white knuckled. He had done something that broke so many rules of engagement. But, in the end, probably, saved all their lives. His mind was spinning, he could not focus. He looked at the view screen and the massive explosion that had just taken place being them. 'Just what would happen next?' he thought.

Letting out a sigh, Pola rubbed her fingers against her forehead and groaned before verbally saying, "Why do I get the feeling that our XO is going to kill me?" Raising her hand as she walked back to her seat, Pola simultaneously used her console to send a message to Jonathan in his quarters, summoning him to the bridge, as she hit her comm badge to open a channel to Lilou.

=^=Bridge to Peers; Is everyone ok?=^=

[Brig]

As the shimmering stops, four people find themselves deposited in a holding cell in the brig just as a shudder rocks through the ship and Pola's voice rings out over Lilou's comm badge.

=^=Bridge to Peers; Is everyone ok?=^=

As the tingling within his extremeties subsided and the ambient light associated with the transport dissipated, Aurangzeb braved a moment to open both eyes to gain his bearings. Unsteady on the soles of barefeet, he almost immediately felt the deck beneath with a shudder, irritating vibrations reverberating through his body that served to exacerbate the symptoms of transporter sickness he was attempting to control.

"The ship blew up." He was certain that Peers and Aria were well aware of this fact, yet he couldn't help but point out the obvious. "That ship just blew up and we almost with it." He added skeptically, temples throbbing as disoriented eyes flickered between Peers and Aria. "Did I mention I don't do transporters so well?" His head turned, searching for the brigs commode; sighting it nearby, Aurangzeb went to it just seconds before lunch, his one and only meal of the day thus far, made an unappreciated second pass.

=^=We're alive,=^= Lilou reported back, trying and failing to fight a laughing fit. She grabbed Ameen by the arms and hugged him hard as another peal of laughter shook free. "That ship blew up without us on it and didn't self-destruct while it was in Galileo's belly. Because you caught it. You, my friend, deserve many, many drinks." =^=Nice transporter work in there, Chief. Except now we're all trapped in the brig with a comatose Vorta... any way we can get somewhere less freaky? Whenever it works out, I mean - no complaints here - happy to be whole and breathing.=^=

An audible sigh of relief can be heard over the comm before Pola's voice is heard again.

=^=Lilou I need you and everyone to hold tight until the EMH figures out the status of the Vorta with you. I promise though, we'll get you out of there soon.=^=

=^=Can do, Chief.=^= Hold tight. Lilou chortled, leaning back against the wall. As if they had any choice in the matter.

For a hologram, escaping from a soon-to-be-cooked shuttlebay wasn't a particularly difficult procedure, in fact apart from the loss of a couple of holoemitters when the pod had exploded, there was no other damage to his program, having been whisked away by the main computer long before anything could have gone wrong.

The Vorta lay on the floor of brig just as deathly still as he had in his stasis pod. The tubes and needles inserted into his body had no place to connect to now, and the red and blue fluids intermingled on the floor.

With his program rematerialised, the EMH quickly went to his patient, following his primary subroutines to provide medical care. A momentary passing over of the medical tricorder was enough to give him all the information he needed. The Vorta's nervous system was in shock from being brought out of stasis so quickly - something the hologram had been concerned about originally - he was going to need to act fast.

Flipping open the medkit that had thankfully been transported along with the rest of them, the hologram grabbed a neural stimulator and attached it to the forehead of his patient, setting it for regular 30 millijoule bursts every three seconds, enough to sustain most humanoid patients.

It was taking a little longer than expected for the stimulator to work, but that could easily be explained by the slow metabolism rate of the subject so freshly out of a stasis pod.

Grabbing a hypospray loaded with a cocktail of stimulants, he pressed it to the side of the Vorta's neck and injected, watching on the tricorder as the compounds began to flow through his system and accelerate his return to regular metabolic activity.

"He's stable for now... but I need him in Sickbay sooner rather than later... I don't have the correct equipment in a medkit to treat his injuries."

Standing up from the crouched position he had been taking on the floor, the hologram tapped his photonic combadge.

"Bridge this is the Emergency Medical Holographic program - my patient requires medical attention that I cannot give in the confines of the Brig - please transport us to Sickbay immediately."

[Bridge]

Looking around, Pola wasn't certain if she was willing to ok that. Moving her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, she climbed to her feet and started pacing. "Theron, have you enough people to secure sickbay if we move the Vorta to there? The place is swarmed with injuries right now."

Rhodes looked to the Lieutenant, "The security teams are scattered about the ship. I recommend Ensign Rice to move to sick bay in preparation of that transport."

"She's in the brig with them at the moment. Mor'an transport Ensign Rice and the Vorta to sickbay. Rhodes get down there and join them, try and find one more security officer as I've got defenseless patients in there I want kept safe. Also arrange for the security field around the brig to be lowered." Sighing as she pinched the bridge of her nose, Pola raised her hand to hit her comm badge.

=^=Brig stand by; We are instigating a site to site transport for the Vorta and Ensign Rice. Rhodes will meet you in sickbay. I want the Vorta restrained once you have him there. So to not put the life's of our patients at risk. The rest of you have earned a well deserved few hours rest. I don't want to see any of you back until 1000 hours.=^=

"Aye, ma'am." Mor'an knew Pola probably didn't hear her since she was already speaking, but she said it nonetheless. a few button taps later, it was done. "Ensign Rice and the Vorta are now in sickbay."

"Yes, Ma'am." Rhodes replied while he activated a call for a replacement. A moment later a Petty Officer from security walked on to the bridge. They nodded to each other and Rhodes exited the Bridge, headed to Sickbay.

[Brig]

"Very well. If you'll excuse me, a hologram's work is never done." The EMH nodded to his team mates as he transferred his program out of the Brig and back to Sickbay, leaving his unfortunately organic shipmates to wait for the forcefield to be lowered.

Aurangzeb wiped a hand across his mouth before turning back towards Peers, the unconscious vorta , Aria and the EMH program having departed from within the confines of the brig cell to sickbay. His face uncharacteristically chalky after his stomach heaved. "Ma'am, would you mind terribly if I called it a night?" At this point in time, Aurangzeb had been up for nearly forty-eight hours; there were no words to accurately describe the shear level of exhaustion that afflicted him. The symptoms of transporter sickness were starting to wear off, yet subtly lingered. "I'm not quite through with the damage assessment of Deck 5, but there's only a little bit more remaining and I can finish that up with no problem in the morning."

"I'll cover it," she said, still riding the adrenaline rush of having nearly been meat mist. "Get a full eight. I'll see you then." She clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Good work today."

He nodded once, still a little woozy on both feet; "Thank you, ma'am." Although short and to the point, there was no denying the genuineness of his gratitude.

[OFF]

The Vorta
Dominion Spy?
played by Psylus Anon
(and you thought Remington's death was the last of me...)

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Crewman Aurangzeb Ameen
Damage Control Specialist
USS Galileo

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Ens. Theron Rhodes
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo

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Cadet Senior Grade Im'er Mor'an
Red Squad Intern
USS Galileo

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EMH Mk-X
Emergency Medical Hologram
USS Galileo

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MWO Lilou Peers
Assistant Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

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Lieutenant JG Pola Ni Dhuinn
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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