Cadet Cruise Training (Part 2)

Posted on 27 Feb 2018 @ 12:39pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Commander Scarlet Blake & Commander Aren Ban & Lieutenant Amaranai Franklin & Lieutenant JG Edward Butler & Lieutenant JG Gideon Nicols PhD & Lieutenant Lake ir-Llantrisant & Ensign Miraj Derani & Lieutenant JG Tris Shizn & Ensign Mimi & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Alexion Wylde & Petty Officer 1st Class Gabriel Stark

5,839 words; about a 29 minute read

Mission: Episode 15 - Emanation
Location: Axanar System, USS Hathaway
Timeline: MD 94, 1858 hrs

[CONTINUED]

USS Hathaway

Back aboard the heavy cruiser Hathaway, the vessel's cadet crew had been mobilized to their stations and awaited the first incoming casualties. Said injured and dying personnel were of course holographic in nature due to the essence of the training simulation, but Starfleet's holodeck technology had evolved over the past ten years and was able to replicate a wide variety of realistically-programmed medical conditions. The photonic lifeforms began to be transported to Hathaway's emergency medical centers at a rapid pace.

Allyndra had gotten back with the first wave of injuries. She had rounded up as many field medics or those with training amoung the cadets as possible to get them settled into doing initial assessments. She had brought Larson back with her and sent her on toward Holodeck 1.

=^=First incoming everyone,=^= Allyndra announced. =^=Medical cadets are under the EMH in Holodeck one with milder injuries, more severe going to Holodeck 2 and trust me plenty. I will be heading to help in main sickbay with life threatening injuries.=^=

Nodding fiercely, Cadet Yuulik confirmed, "Yes, Doctor." Almost as soon as she said it, she snapped back towards her aisle of biobeds. Idly, she wondered how many of them were about to become coffins.


Deck 7 - Holodeck 2

Meanwhile, the biobed felt sold enough beneath Doctor Lake ir-Llantrisant's hand. As he ran his hand down the length of the mattress, he could even feel subtle irregularities in the upholstery. To his mind, that was an unusual detail to program into this holodeck program of a Starfleet hospital. He wondered if it had been copied over from a real biobed somewhere, or if someone had designed that detail by hand. Having spent most of his career at Starfleet Medical and aboard a starbase, Lake wasn't entirely sure if he trusted these sort of makeshift facilities. Too, Lake didn't know if it mattered much what he trusted these days.

An atonal humming noise emanated from above the biobed. The sound expanded in volume and intensity, as it resonated from above every biobed. Lake jumped back before the silver shimmer of an annular confinement beam coalesced atop the biobed, facilitating the materialization of a prone patient, just like on every biobed, one of dozens in his immediate line of sight. Lake thought the deafening noise would fade away, and give a bit of a break to his Vulcanoid ears, but the noise became even worse. The holographic hospital ward was filled with the groans and cries and weeping and roars of too many spaces between four walls.

Holographic or not, Lake took immediate advantage of the biobed. He gestured his medical tricorder towards the overhead display in a manner that immediately synced the two devices. While he waved the tricorder over his patient, he evaluated the state of the Andorian's body. There weren't any limbs missing, at first glance, nor any antennae either. He was bleeding, the Andorian was definitely bleeding, but everything was where it was supposed to be. Snapping his head up, the biofunction monitor didn't show any problems with breathing or cardiopulmonary function, and Lake confirmed the same with a couple of questions. Without a single pleasantry offered, Lake tapped the Andorian with a green tag and walked away to let him bleed some more. Even while Lake examined his next patient, the Andorian called after Lake, pleading for help. Lake tagged his next patient with a black tag and he kept on moving. He didn't look back.

"Uhm..." Lake barked out ten seconds after he paced to the bedside of his fifth patient. He had made the mistake of examining the vitals on the monitor first, before actually looking at the patient with his own two eyes. "Erm..." he managed to bark out, but still, no proper words came immediately. It had been a long time since medical school. A long, long time.

Looking left, and looking right, Lake declared, "I can see them. I can see his insides. All of his insides."

"I don't think they're 'insides' anymore then..." Alexion muttered with grim humour as he made his way over to Lake. He arched an eyebrow at the display in front of them, pursing his lips at the gore. "Quite a mess you got yourself into there..." he patted Lake's shoulder with a sigh, shaking his head. He'd run enough training scenarios as a Medical Instructor in the Academy for it not to get to him. "Insides or not...principle is the same. Barrier...stabilise...fix..." he met Lake's eyes, shrugging softly. "I'd get on and do it myself rather than tag him if I were you..." he added lightly. He wasn't planning to bail Lake out of the blood and guts.

Lake hesitated a moment longer, but only long enough to cock an eyebrow at Alexion Wylde. "I hate you," Lake said to Wylde dryly. Even as he spoke, he swiped his hands over the biofunction monitor, triggering a holographic sensor display that pinpointed the lacerations in his patient's intestines. "I hate you and your penetrating eyes," Lake affirmed with a wicked smirk. He snatched up a small disc-shaped tissue regenerator from his medi-kit and began waving its healing radiation over the lacerations. Without looking up, Lake dismissed Wylde with an, "As you were."

Alexion grinned at the words, nodding sagely as he folded his arms across his chest. It really was like being back at the Academy as an Instructor. "Aye, Sir..." he said lightly on his way back to another row of wounded...the two little words managed to say so much more with the tone he had used.

"Cadet!" Lake snapped out, as he continued his repairs on his patient's once-were-insides. Cutting his eyes in the Cadet's direction, Lake ordered, "Drop that dermal regenerator and get over here with a steri-field projector. We can't tuck his outsides into his insides again until we know they're clean."

There was blink and suddenly the room and all the equipment suddenly began to dematerialize. Biobeds, equipment begin to fade and the room was suddenly returning to its normal default state.

=^=Sickbay to holodecks everything alright?"=^= Allyndra asked.

"The holodeck is failing, we're losing the medbay," Alexion replied over the link with a sigh that was nothing short of irritated. Technology was terribly clever until it failed. They may as well just be in the Cargo Bay with medkits. "Wylde to Operations, where in the haze of smoke did my medical suite go in Holodeck 2? We need the program restored. Sharpish."

In one moment, Lake's body had been tense from the particulars of performing an unfamiliar surgery. In the next, he dropped his hands to his sides and he sighed. "Well, this defeats the purpose."

PO Crispin Snow strode through the chaos, slightly rueful that he had enlisted to avoided responsibility and here he was trying to co-ordinate the chaos. The cadets were obviously ill prepared for the sheer amount of things that had to be done in any given crisis. He pulled one young woman from the wrong panel to the right one. "Isolate that section of EPS there." He pointed to two more. "When you lose emitters, what do you check first?"

One looked blank, but the other said, "The integrity of the power feed to diode matrix?"

"Good, get to it." Snow was heading for the arch panel, ready to reinitiate the program.

Alexion looked back over his shoulder as the doors opened and a cadet ambled in. His eyes went to the colours of her uniform. Grey. Most likely Intelligence then. "I don't suppose you can fix this thing?" he looked around the room to indicate the broken holodeck.

Zoie looked at Alexion for a moment before she moved to the console on the wall, frowning. "I'll need a bit of time," she said and reached for the emergency equipment. "These old ones need a bit of love and I don't think she'd had it..." she opened the panel, watching for a moment. "But yes, I can fix it."

---

Cadet Vear and Ensign Mimi had been in the passageway, just outside the Holo-Decks. Multitudes of injured had been beamed directly there, but many also had been brought in my stretcher, as well as being carried. Vear found himself completely wore out, just by keeping the group moving and into the make-shift med-bay. His emotional state was ‘Numb’, needless to say. He had to focus on the work and not become emotionally influenced by all the pain and suffering that was passing before his eyes.

"You!” Snow spotted Vear and Ensign Mimi as he approached the arch, and pointed at the cadet. "Check the corridor for physical damage to the holodeck EPS Conduits."

Vear stood there hesitant for a second. He was a Communications expert and a very good one. Yes, he had taken some Engineering courses and did well, but it certainly wasn’t his expertise. But then again, this was a crisis situation. Everyone had to pull their own weight and that of the fallen. He swallowed hard and replied, “Yes Sir.”

Vear didn’t wait for further instruction and turned away, but the Cadet stopped dead in his tracts, looking both directions. He had to dodge a few wounded as they were still making their way into the holodeck. He recalled that he had no idea where the closest EPS conduit was located. He didn’t have an Engineer’s tricorder. He began walking to the left and pulled out his Communications PADD. He knew that he could at least get deck plans up on it. Arriving quickly at a ‘T’ in the passageway, Vear got his barings and turned right, picking up the pace as he headed for where he expected that EPS conduit to be located.

Then Snow drew Mimi aside, "Ma'am, we actually have a genuine problem, not a simulated one. I've got cadets checking the diode matrix, and there's a section of EPS in here that needs to be changed, but there should be a back up hologenerator, inside the arch panel. Engineering are on their way, but I think its going to get worse before it gets better. I'll take over on the bridge, but I think you're needed here."

"Thank you Snow." Mimi said, she watched as Vear ran off then she headed into the holodeck to look at the back up generator, holodecks weren't her thing at all so she hoped it wasn't anything serious.

Holodeck 1

Debbie stood just inside the entrance of holodeck one. The Emh had put her on triaging everyone who came through while it and cadet Yulik handle the treatments, she took a deep breath as the first came through.

A young Bolian his arm cradled against his stomach, blood had seeped into the clothing. "Minor lacerations, bleeding is slow, no bone fracture. That way.." She tagged him as minor and sent him towards Yulik.

Next came a Tellarite, his hair matted with blood. "Most of the blood is hers." He told Debbie as he came to her, in his arms was a young human woman.

As far as Cadet Yuulik was concerned, analgesics were the first order of the day. "Bicaridine for you," Yuulik declared to the young Bolian as she jammed the head of a hypospray into his injured arm. She spun away from him, her long dark braid flailing behind her as she went. "Bicardine for you, and for her," she announced, as she jabbed a hypospray into the Tellarite and then woman in his arms. Injecting them all with pain-killers, Yuulik muttered, "I can't abide moaning. No one needs to moan when the pain is medicated away."

Racing back to the biobed where the Bolian had seated himself, Yuulik tucked away her hypospray into the medi-kit over her shoulder and yanked out a dermal regenerator. She immediately ignored the spattered blood on the Bolian's skin, and the shallow abrasions. Rather, her large bulbous eyes focused on the deeper lacerations that Debbie had diagnosed. Activating the healing radiation of the regenerator, Yuulik swiped the device over the Bolian's deep wounds.

Debbie directed the Tellarite over to place the human one of the biobeds, while the young ladies wounds were not serious they looked absolutely horrific. She took a deep breath before returning to the entrance.

Deck 13 - Sickbay

Allyndra nodded to Tuula and begin to gown up. The first life threatening injuries were arriving. The first one was wheeled in and transferred to a biobed. "Fail chest with head trauma, difficulty with breathing, oxygen saturation is low, swelling in the cortex." Allyndra nodded, "Alright let's get to work. Who put this intubation in?" She asked.

"One of the field medics." Came the quick answer.

"Intubated the wrong side, that is why not sufficient oxygen," Allyndra moved the intubation and replace it. The oxygen levels started up and she nodded. "Good, now let's get that swelling on the brain down."

She turned to observe the scans and shook her head. "Minimal brain activity. I think too long without oxygen. Tag black and let us get the next one."

There was a blink and everything went off line for a moment before coming on.

=^=Sickbay to holodecks everything alright?"=^= Allyndra asked.

"The holodeck is failing, we're losing the medbay," Alexion Wylde's reply from Holodeck 2 was cut off abruptly as he opened a line to Ops instead.

From Holodeck 1, Cadet Yuulik's disembodied voice whined, "Doctor, it's gone dark in here, sir? Is this part of the simulation? I can't find my patient."

=^=Everyone on the holodecks, use field lights and get ops to fetch medical stores. Engineering, medical emergency requiring priority one work to restore the holodecks.=^= Allyndra called the various places.

The doors to Sickbay opened and Cadet Acer Vito walked in with a neutral expression. The young cardassian had been told to get to Sickbay to help out, so he looked around with sharp eyes, taking it all in. His first aid training was minimal and basic, but it made no odds to him whether he was in science or sickbay.

Allyndra turned as the sickbay doors opened. "What can I help you with?" she asked moving toward a patient. Unlike the holodecks sickbay always had emergency backup power.

"I was sent to help in Sickbay, Doctor," Acer's brow was furrowed as he glanced around at the going ons. "Intel Cadet. Basic first aid training," he filled in after a moment's pause, realising she might not know who he was. He'd briefly considered being a doctor before joining Starfleet. It had seemed like an awful lot to learn though. So he'd opted for Starfleet instead. And now he had to learn even more. Oh, life.

"Alright cadet, grab a hemostat off that tray and come here," she indicated the tray with a wave of the hand. "I have bleeding which I am holding pressure on. When I pull away you need to clamp the nicked artery so I can tissue heal it. Got it?" Allyndra asked.

"I understand," he replied firmly, slight irritation bristling through him at the thought she had to question whether he got it or not. Acer grabbed it for her, moving over quickly and settling to the other side of the patient to be out of her way as he held his hand steadily over the wound, ready to let the tool do its work. Yes, it would be disgusting, but he got it.

"Ready, and now!" She said removing the sponge. It did not take but a moment for the artery to start spurting. The pressure would cause it to retract into the tissue so very little time to grab it and clamp it.

Acer's hand moved quickly and boldly, knowing that it wasn't the time for hesitation and second guessing. He managed to clamp the artery for her, but not before blood had coated his hand, making him curl his lip in something close to a sneer.

"Excellent, now hold while I reattach and then get the tissue repaired." She did not look up, she just went to work. It took a few minutes and then it was done. "Good, good, think you can close the rest of the wound up?" The rest of the flesh would take a tissue healer alright and should be easy enough and it would allow her to move on. She chuckled a little at the blood on the cadets hands and clothing. "Even in this day and age medicine can still be a messy business."

"So can lending a hand," Acer replied on a monotone drawl, unceremoniously wiping his hands on the end of the blanket before taking up the regenerator to finish up healing the wound.

Allyndra was not sure what the comment meant exactly but there were several other patients that needed attending. "I am going to start on the next, when you are finished there come on over."


Deck 10 - Engineering

=^=Everyone on the holodecks, use field lights and get ops to fetch medical stores. Engineering, medical emergency requiring priority one work to restore the holodecks.=^= Allyndra called the various places.

Edward was buried in conduits to his elbows next to Grevash. The Tellarite's natural scent was strange, and the sweat that poured from both of them didn't improve either Human or Tellarite smells. When his communicator came to life Edward muttered a curse. =^= Copy that. =^=

"Grevash," he said urgently, "finish replacing this capacitor then move to the next. Remember to discharge it before you touch it! I'll send you some help. Contact me if you're not sure what to do next. If you finish this before I get back, come to Holodeck One." He unfolded from his place and wiped greasy hands on his pants.

The Tellarite slammed the new capacitor into place and nodded "Aye, sir," he said gruffly, and touched his charge disperser to the next one.

He rushed toward engineering. =^= Butler to Engineering. Send a team to meet me at Holodeck One. =^= He reached the holodeck a couple of minutes before the engineering team. He pulled open a panel. This was a staged problem, but he didn't want to take any chances after the transporter issue had gone from planned to very very real.

The issue was in the circuitry connecting the force-field systems to the computers. Without that essential communication nothing solid would be formed. Even with real matter overlaying a hologram, without the forcefield's structure it would collapse.

Another of the cadets approached, and Edward moved a bit, allowing the cadet to try identifying the problem. This time, nothing would actually go wrong.




Deck 7 - EPS Junction 12

Cadet Vear had dodged many Crewman running up and down the passageway, as he made his way to the EPS Conduit. Vear had even needed to help a wounded Crewman get back onto his feet and moving, but he knew he couldn’t help him all the way. His responsibility at the moment was to confirm the status of the EPS conduit and make repairs if possible and at least report his findings to the chief Engineer.

Arriving at the panel, Montah found that it had exploded and the exterior panel was barely hanging from the lower hindge. Vear kicked at the panel several times to get it to break off. He watched as it clattered to the deck.

Several people turned when they heard the noise. Montah looked at the damage before him and then told himself, Basics. Just follow the basics, and you can do this.

With the available tools in the panel on the right, Vear extracted each of the trylinier fused brigepoints of the EPS. He looked for emergency replacements, but only saw three, however four were needed to get this hub up and running again. Vear tapped his Comm, “Engineering, this is Cadet Vear at EPS Junction Panel 12 on Deck 7. I’m going to need at least one more trylinear fuses to get it up and operational.” He began replacing the fuses he had as he waited for a response.


Holodeck One

Grevash replaced the last of the capacitors and then ran to turbolift, and from the tubolift to the holodeck The environs were showing significant damage from the power system having over loaded, brown smoke was wafting round his ankles from part burnt out conduits.

He spotted Edward in the crowd of techs and engineering cadets trying to get the main power to the holodeck back on.

Edward was waist deep in the wall, crushed back to back with a cadet. He tried to move his hand to tap the badge to respond to Vear's request, but he couldn't extricate the appendage. The communication timed out. "Computer establish a communication link between my communicator and Cadet Grevash."

The computer trilled, and Edward's shallow breathing erupted over the comm unit. Far closer to him than he'd expected. "Grevash?" he asked, trying to turn his head to see behind him. It didn't work.

"I'm right behind you. " Grevash said, puffing slightly.

"Grevash, I need you to pick up an EPS maintenance kit and head to Panel 12 Dash 7. Cadet Vear needs your help." He grunted as the cadet at his back inadvertently crushed Edward's stomach against the opening in the wall. "Cadet Willis and I are handling this."

"Yes sir." Unseen Grevash gave an annoyed frown and stumped back to the corridor to find Vear.

From inside the darkness of the holodeck, the Romulan-accented voice of Lake ir-Llantrisant barked out at them. "Look," he said, and his intonation was an ultimatum, "at this point, either get full power back to this holodeck, or get your useless hands in here with some wrist-beacons. We need to be able to see our patients."

Edward was still buried in the conduits. All he'd heard was garbled mumble. The soundproofing in these walls was all to good. He re-attached the lead he was working on and tried to extricate himself. Willis had finished his part and tried at the same time. Both of the humans jammed. Edward grunted. "Cadet, you go ahead." The lanky man sucked in his breath and felt his stomach press tightly against the edge as the Cadet extracted himself.

It seemed like a minute before he could breathe again, despite the fact that it was only a couple of seconds. He pulled himself out of the narrow confines and took a deep breath before helping to replace the panel. "Did someone say something?" he asked as he stuck his head into the dimly-lit room.

"How much longer, do you suppose?" Lake barked back, from somewhere roughly in the middle of the muddy dark. In case the autosutures and dermal regenerators were dark for good, he was spraying mounds of bandage foam over the incision down his patient's chest. "Through some combination of holodeck redundancies or replicated matter, we still have our patients here. But not much else of this triage ward is much good for anything!"

Alexion couldn't help a slight chuckle to himself as he glanced across to Lake at hearing the acerbic comment. He admired Lake's ability to immerse so fully in the scene and commit to method acting. His brother would be impressed. Alexion had run too many similar types of exercises with medical students at the Academy to be able to truly take it all seriously.

"I've got a team working on it now. It'll be up shortly." Edward shouted back, and walked out. This day was not going well. He hated when his uniform was out of sorts, and it was smeared over with grease, had a rip on one shoulder, and sweat was starting to bleed through the armpits. "Cadets, good work. Move to the next project."

Deck 1 - Bridge

Back in Hathaway's primary command center, a series of both simulated and actual cautions could be heard chirping from various consoles. Power fluctuations in both primary and secondary systems could be seen on the Operations consoles, and the ship's command team needed to respond quickly.

"Ops status report." Aren said. They needed to get a handle on the power fluctuations.

Snow moved to the panel Mimi had been at earlier, "Sir, there's a unexpected overrun in the main generator, that has cascaded power surges through the system. Thirty percent of the EPS system is down, rerouting is in progress, but power will continue to fluctuate for at least another five minutes until it completes."

The power fluctuations were annoying at best, down right maddening at the worst. Gideon's fingers tapped as fast as humanely possible, trying to stay ahead of the power fluctuations, but the moment he would try to shunt power from one relay to the other he would be stopped dead in his tracks. He needed to at least keep the sensor feed going, and that was starting to seem impossible. He grunted in frustration as he continued to work, he had been in jams like this before, and as he knew from experience, it always took a level head in order to get unstuck from said jam.

Butler had finally managed to get himself extricated from the panel outside the Holodeck. The planned issue had been resolved, but the Holodeck was still not getting enough power to maintain the additional requirements. The lanky human started toward Engineering. By the time he arrived, the indicators showed that Grevash had arrived and worked quickly to repair the EPS conduits. Assuming nothing else went wrong, power would stabilize in the next minute or so.


Deck 7 - EPS Junction 12

Grevash headed back into the burnt smelling corridor. "Which one of you is Vear!?" He shouted. the smoke was going everywhere. Something must still be on fire. "Why is no extinguishing the burning."

Montah turned when he heard his name. He raised a hand, “I’m here.” And waved his hand over his head to be seen through the smoke.

Grevash looked over his shoulder. "There's still power in it". He reached round and threw a few breakers on the conduit. "What the hell do they teach on your course? How to get plasma burns 101? Out of my way." He elbowed Vear aside and got to work removing the isolated section of burnt out EPS. "I need a new length of number four conduit, about a meter long." He told Vear, "You prep it whilst I get rid of this mess."

Montah was just a bit offended by this Engineer’s arrogance, but he was the Engineer, and Montah held his tongue. He lowered his mental block just a tag to receive surface feelings and accepted this Engineer’s attitude as concern and not arrogance. Cadet Vear quickly replied, “Yes Sir.”

"Don't yes sir me," the other cadet grumbled. "Just sort out that conduit." He tugged the burnt out piece loose. Then he said something in tellarite that you didn't need to be a telepath to understand was rude. "The Tri-linear fuses are gone. Where are your spares?

Vear picked out an electrostatic scaling device that would remove any unwanted debris from the connections for the trilinear fuses.

"No, not that, the fuses themselves are shot. They have to be replaced." He grumped.

“But I thought cleaning the connector points would . . . .” Vear stopped when he realized that he sounded like a whiny Ferengi. With a more submissive voice, “Yes Sir. Getting the conduit now.” He turned and began the search.

The tellarite concentrated on getting the burnt conduit out. They had to get it out, clean the points as Vear had correctly started to do, change the fuses. Blast. The fuses, he'd forgotton. "Grevash to QM, Send half a dozen trilinear fuses to this position. Cadet Vear will need them."

Vear looked at Grevash for a second, then turned back to his work. He couldn’t beleave that this Cadet who was sounding so confident and authoritative had forgotten to bring the fuses himself. Tris recalled asking specifically for them. Vear remained focused on his task. He shrugged, Maybe this guy didn’t get that info. It wasn’t his place to correct another Cadet. He was just glad that they were finally coming.

A Crewman finally arrived with the needed parts and extended them to Cadet Grevash, since he had requested them. "Give them to him!" Grevash jerked a thumb. "I'm busy." He was still stripping out the melted EPS.

Montah accepted the parts and was barely able to give the Crewman a nod of thanks before he ran off down the congested passageway.

Grevash gave a bark of triumph as he wrestled the old conduit out, and laid in the new. "Get those fuses in. I'm going to get up to the transformer and get things ready for you to turn on."

Montah then focused on the EPS conduit and finished replacing the tri-linear fuses. He then systematically checked each of the connections for flow capacity and safeguards. With that out of the way, Vear activated the EPS Conduit and took a couple steps back. He watched in the display how power was flowing through and past this site to the needed areas, especially the holo-decks.

Vear tapped his Comm-badge, “Bridge, This is Cadet Vear. I have reinstated full power to the holo-decks on Deck 7. There should be no further problems.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the young Betazoid Cadet realized that he had just made a promise that he was not sure he was going to be able to keep or not.


Bridge

"Very good." Aren replied to Cadet Vear before turning his attention back to Operations. "Ops, run system load check to make sure that repairs can handle the load and then restore cadet simulation," Aren ordered.

Snow checked the operations panel and ran a basic sweep, a moment later the panel showed green. Not deep into the green, but good enough to hold. He relaunched the training sequence, and a second later the settings began to fluctuate as the strain of the simulation took hold. But the board held. "All systems are go, Commander." He announced.

Arms folded, Scarlet turned enough towards Aren to be able to look at him with lifted eyebrows; a wry expression that seemed to say 'well, that was fun'. She let out a soft breath as she retook her seat at the turn of events, crossing her legs and letting her clasped hands rest neatly on her knee.

Aren nodded slightly at Blake's implied sentiment. He returned his attention back to Operations. "Very good. Keep an eye on the power fluctuations. If there are any more that are outside the norm, even for a moment, let us know." He ordered before turning his attention back to the view screen.


Axanar VIII

Jasper Higgins jaw stayed clenched the rest of the shuttle ride down. He was furious what was pulled on him. He knew the shuttle just didn't 'malfunction' on it's own. He had figured that much out, but what he couldn't figure out was the who and the why. It was one thing to put him in danger, it was quite another to put a shuttle load of people in danger. Not to mention all the puke--there was so much puke--that he knew he was going to have to clean up. Because they always make the cadet do the grunt work, he thought to himself, as his fingers moved swiftly over the controls.

Within a few minutes, he had landed the shuttle so carefully that the only thing that could be felt was a dull thud under their feet. Jasper triggered the hatch and was grateful for the rush of fresh air that came in. It cleared out the stench of vomit and body odor (when people got nervous the sweat), and it was a huge relief. He did his job, he landed the shuttle, now he just would wait to see if the others needed help.

Amaranai was grateful for the shuttle landing and even more so when the hatch was opened.

"Good flying, cadet," she said as she stood from her seat.

She turned to the other security cadets and cleared her throat.

"Alright, people," she said. "We need to make things orderly for this evacuation. Let the medics take care of the injured. Two of you stay with the medics for support, the rest of you come with me."



>>tag Security cadets



Amaranai moved away from the shuttle to a clearing. It was chaos with injured people in the street and non-injured people practically running them over. Taking her phaser, she fired it into the air to attract attention. A few of the people stopped.

"Okay," she said to the cadets. "Start an orderly line toward the shuttle for evacuation. Assist as necessary."


>>tag Security cadets


Gabriel Stark rolled his shoulders as he stretched out, taking in a deep breath as he forced his body to relax. "Tamm," he jerked his head to the cadet, indicating she should roll with him. "We'll cover the medics," he cast a half smile her way, his weapons holstered and shouldered; the last thing he wanted in a frightening situation was to panic civilians with a rifle. He motioned for her to fall in with the medical team.


>tag Cadet Tamm (Vansen)


The scene on the ground was carnage. The facilty was in flames; outside it staff were sitting, standing, stagging around or lying down. The air was moist and cloying, stinking of ammonia and methane. The crackle and roar of the flames was a bass rumble under the sobbing, moaning and shrieks of agony from the workers caught in the accident. Some sat up screaming for help, patches of skin turned to reddened bubbled mush either from radiation or old fashioned fire.

Seeing the cadets one survivor rushed forward, her face was pockmarked with a dueterium flash burn and blood seeped from gashes all over her arms. "Help me! My face! Its burning! You have to help!"

[OFF]

--

Commander Aren Ban
Acting Commanding Officer
USS Hathaway

2PO Crispin Snow
Operations Officer
USS Hathaway
[NPC Derani]

Cadet Grevash
Engineering
USS Hathaway
[NPC Derani]

Random survivors
[NPC Derani]

Cadet Montah Vear
Communications Officer
USS Hathaway
[NPC Shizn]

Cmdr Allyndra illim Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Hathaway

Lt. jg Amaranai Franklin
Acting Chief Tactical / Security
USS Hathaway

Doctor Alexion Wylde
Medical
USS Hathaway
[PNPC Blake]

Cadet Acer Vito
Intelligence Cadet
USS Hathaway
[NPC Blake]

Commander Scarlet Blake
First Officer
USS Hathaway

PO1 Gabriel Stark
Security/Tactical
USS Hathaway
[PNPC Blake]

Cadet Yuulik
Medical
USS Hathaway
[PNPC Lake]

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Lake ir-Llantrisant
Chief Counselor
USS Hathaway

Ensign Mimi
Operations Officer
USS Hathaway

Cadet Debbie Larson
Medical
USS Hathaway

 

RSS Feed