Now What?

Posted on Sat May 16th, 2020 @ 10:04am by Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson & Cadet Sophomore Grade Triston Montgomery [Lalor] & Avalon [ADMIN NPC] & Miran Lalor [Lalor] HRH & Captain Gary Taylor & Lieutenant Commander Aurelia Taylor & Lieutenant JG Gallia Norris & Lieutenant Commander Turak & Commander Sthilg & Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea & Commander Arrianna Salannis an Vantar & Ensign Kara Hoffman & Lieutenant Commander S'hib & Lieutenant Carter Smith & Lieutenant Tate Sullivan Ph.D. & Ensign Olivia (Carter) Voight & Lieutenant Commander Alicia Kelea-Salik & Lieutenant JG Maxmillio (Max) Solanga MA, Rev., & Ensign Lunara Hol & Lieutenant JG Miraj Derani & Ensign River Lokaa & Lieutenant Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen [Taylor] & Lieutenant Scott Gregory [Taylor] & Legate Imik S'Niohun [Lia Taylor] & Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss [S'hib] & Chief Warrant Officer Man'darr [Naxea] & Senior Chief Petty Officer Fernando De La Rosa [Taylor] & Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik} & Private 1st Class Durak

Mission: Season 3: Episode 4: Cause and Effect
Location: Various
Timeline: MD7 9h30
5493 words - 11 OF Standard Post Measure

OLD:

"Phoenix. I know when we are." Arrianna noted. "I've performed some long range scans, "Very few warp driven vessels are on the edge of our long range sensors. I've used our sensors and I have performed an examination of Earth" The main Viewscreen appeared and began to zoom in on a city in the northern hemisphere. A comparison image of London showed. "The image on the right is London. Earth Year 2485. The image on the left is the same city; circa 1664 AD." Arri mentioned. "We are over seven centuries displaced in time."

Phoenix stared at her. "You have 10 hours to find out everything on that timeline Commander. I want the information ready to present to the senior staff by 19h today."

"Understood." Arrianna noted.

At conn, Miraj raised a hand tentatively, "Erm, lieutenant Salannis, ma'am. I actually know about that period quite well. I mean, its quite a time over there, the beginnings of imperialism and colonization, religious upset and reform, multiple wars. Birth of the Atlantic Slave Trade, the height of the spanish main. Voyages of discovery to eastern asia, sea raiding on tje south china seas. Not just direct wars either, in either hemasphere but lots of privateers and proxies. I could help, if you need it."

"True, Ensign. But there is no good without the bad. The Seventeenth century was the beginnings of cultural enlightenment upon Earth. However I would be pleased to have your assistance.

"Yes, ma'am." She put the helm into Autopilot and notified the other flight controllers that she was leaving post. Either Commander Brett or Nerinath would be along to keep an eye on things.

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With Commander Holmes, Taylor and Major Azhul in charge, Security and Marines supplemented the Damage control teams through out the ship, Joining up with them as they searched and made sure everyone came through without a scrape.

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= ARCADIA =

"I heard the banging from here, ma'am," PFC Durak said to Naxea who came up behind him.

"Get these doors open," she ordered as two more Marines moved forward and struggled with the door.

After a moment, Naxea used her tactical scanner and was surprised at the readings. Several life signs--all fading from the fire and amount of smoke in the room with one being a Sequus.

"No use ma'am," Durak reported.

"Stand back!" Naxea ordered as she drew her Type 2 phaser, thumbed up the power and fired. The phaser beam struck the door and after a moment, burned through the door, disintegrating the locking mechanism. A few long seconds later, the doors slid open as smoke escaped the confined room. "Get those people out of there!" Naxea ordered as she holstered her phaser and rushed into the room. She and Durak moved to get S'hib out of the room, dropping him outside the doorway. "Major Azhul to Sickbay! We have several injured outside of the Arcadia."

"Hey..." S'hib wheezed once he saw Naxea, his vision focusing just for a moment as his hands moved up to his face, not entirely sure what was happening.

"Just be still," she tried to comfort him, and she placed her hand on his. "Medical should be here soon."

= Sickbay =

Heather was free for the moment, hearing the Major’s voice over the comms she looked to Sthilg. “I’ll head on down and triage!” With that she headed out with her medical bag to join her unit outside Arcadia. They had wounded and she could triage and get people the help they needed.

The gorn gave a thumbs-up as he kept his attention on the wounded he was tending.

Olivia grabbed a couple medical packs and headed out after Heather as well to do what she could in one of the area's where medical treatment was needed. She knew that she could get a head start on some of the treatments before the injured got sent onto Sickbay for further treatment.


= Arcadia =

Arriving at Arcadia Heather looked to Naxea. “Here to help Major.” She put her backpack down and quickly got to work.

"Looks like they're suffering from smoke inhalation," Naxea said. "The room is clear. I'll leave PFCs Durak and Chuks here with you to help you should you need it. I'm moving on with the search.

Heather nodded. She was hoping a medical team would follow but it looked like she was on her own, she was just about to call for a transport to Sickbay when a small medical team appeared to take over. Once she’d explained the situation she headed out to go help where she was needed.

= Damage Control =

Smoke starting filling the room. He kept on trying to yell but the smoke got worse...and he felt weak, probably from the loss of blood.

He got weaker...and the smoke was filling the room and making him cough.

No one came. He muttered, "Is this how I die? Alone?"

Finally he passed out, his breath got shorter and shorter....then he closed his eyes...and he stopped breathing.

Just as he did, a security team entered, led by Lt Tirannth. She stared but jumped into action. "Edwards, put out the fire, Jackson, start compressions, Elliot, help me get this stuff off the Lieutenant"

The group worked together. "Got a pulse!" Jackson called out. "Medical is sending a team."

Smith's heart was beating, he was breathing...barely, but he was still unconscious. And when they removed all the debris, they saw that Smith's left leg had been crushed.

Tate Sullivan was not a physician, but over her time aboard Elysium, she'd made a point to become more knowledgeable about how to help those in need of medical attention, especially in an emergency. When the call for help came from Damage Control, Sullivan had joined the responding medical team. At the very least, she could assist any of the physicians and nurses on the team with her.

Suppressing a smoke induced cough as she entered, it didn't take her long to spot Smith. She could see his leg was crushed, but she wasn't going to be able to do much about that injury beyond stopping the bleeding and stabilizing him overall. Kneeling down, she looked up at Jackson, unsure of what had transpired before she and the rest of the team had arrived and what treatment had been rendered already. "What can you tell me about his injuries?"

The officer gave her the run down briskly.

When Turak came into the room, he saw the group and the crewman who was trapped under the large debris. Seeing that he was barely breathing and that the others had revived him, Turak said, "Alright, everyone gather around. We're going to lift this debris off of his leg and then we're going to get a stretcher and carry him to sickbay." He paused as he waited for everyone to get into position, "Ready, 1, 2, 3, Lift!"

Olivia arrived on the scene just has debris was lifted debris off of the trapped crew. She waited off to one side so that she wouldn't be in the way of those working. Once the crew was free from the debris, Olivia moved closer and started checking him over. After several minutes, Olivia got her patient stable so that he could be moved to Sickbay for further treatment. "Alright, lets get him loaded and on the way to Sickbay for further treatment," Olivia said.

Nods of agreement went around and they moved into action.

=Bridge=

Imik had by now arrived on the bridge, "Sinkahue, where do you require me? I can surely be of use, in some small capacity".

Phoenix looked at her. "You can. Assist the security teams please. All available hands should assist."

Imik bowed, "I shall find a team that requires my assistance, or is there a location you wish me to report to?" She had stopped herself suddenly walking off before her Sinkahue was finished, because she had no link with anyone on board she had no reference or knowledge of what to do. "Am I dismissed Sinkahue?"

Lia heard Imik talking to the Captain, "Envoy, join my team. I'm sure the Captain won't mind, she seems to have other things on her mind right now". She motioned for Imik to move to her side, the pair then headed for the turbo lift. "I'll see if I can recruit as I go Captain, I'm sure we'll get this sorted out".

Leaving Chief Aguon to tend to the injured, Max was wandering around the various spaces looking to see if anyone needed help. Finding that several decks were fine, but the smell of buring wiring, cable bundles, interior baffling material, and the pungent smell of burnt smell came wafting out of a turbolift. Taking the turbo lift down to where the smell was the strongest, Max found himself in a deck he was not familiary with, but as always he would wander around the deck. Searching for several minutes, Max found the source of the smell, it was ; well it was what was left of a crewmember, who had been electrocuted by over 500 million volts of electricity. Luckily he wasn't totally vaporized by the electric volt. With his lower body now just a pile of ash, the boots he wore seemed to have been fused to one of the electrical conduits, and where his left hand was, a pile of ash could be seen.

The rest of his body was able to stay in one piece, but his eyeballs had been vaporized, along with the communicator badge he wore on his left chest.

Seeing that he was mercifully dead, and probably did not suffer any pain, as from what Max could see was the man, was inside doing some testing, judging by the fused Ocilloscope that was now fused ot the deck, when the ship shuddered, and since he was close to some of othe major electrical conduits and power couplings, he received a massive jolt of electricity, killing him instantly.

For Max, he just pulled out of his small pouch a bottle of Holy wter, and then took the folded up liturgical stole, that was a rainbow of various colors, and embroidered religous symbols from the various religions in the galaxy.

Standing up as the sounds of the Damage Control party came down to inspect the ship, they saw Max begin the rites for the dead, Sprinkling holy water, and taking from the oil bottle, enough oil on hi thumb to say a few words "May the seven gods of the Universe have mercy on your soul, as you are a child in the afterlife, and now as have finished with your life, I now allow your spirit to be free to join your fellow shipmates who died and are now waiting for you in the afterlife".

Kissing the parched and dried leathery like lips of the dead man, Max just blessed him, as one of the Damage Control Lieutenants came up and said... Sorry Padre," we have to clear the mess, the Ensign here will be placed in one of the bodybags, and taken down to the Morgue". I think there are around four or five known dead, and I think you should go and pray for their souls, said the Lieutenant, who at one time was a practicing Christian, but fell out of the church... With that statement, Max just took the Turgbolift up to the Chapel and saw Frederika sitting down, her smudge uniform was now filthy from helping the Damage Control Team with rescuing several other crewmen. Not say a word, Max just loaded up his pouch with additional Holy water, got his small missalette and did not say a word as he went down to the Morgue.

=Bridge=

From his seat Gary studied the data that was coming into his console. Damage on multiple decks, transporters down, sensors operational but on a limited basis. Weapons off line which wasn't a concern right now as there was nothing to shoot at. The warp engines had taken damage but he was waiting for Kara's report to hear to what extent. The impulse engines were operational as was life support. Emergency bulkheads had closed trapping numerous crew members and civilians behind them. Damage teams were working overtime to free them and get a more comprehensive damage report.

Kara tapped her console screen furiously. A whole host of information was flooding in and she had to prioritize. She spoke aloud a she worked. "We're in bad shape, but it's nothing we can't handle. As of this moment we can get maybe half impulse with some luck." She continued working. "We've got damage on decks 2,5,12, 14 and engineering reports we're on emergency power due to an emergency warp core shutdown. I estimate perhaps four hours before we can get main power back online. Two plasma injectors have ruptured. Port nacelle has minor damage that will require EVA repairs. Our highest priority at this point, is to re-establish main power."

She flicked her screen to the power management display and whizzed through the options. " Enviromental systems are..." She paused. "Undamaged." She tapped into the main engineering feed. "We have limited shielding available, but weapons are out of the question, several plasma conduits have been destroyed. We won't have weapons for at least twelve or so hours, until I can get a team to fabricate replacement conduits. I'm sorry." She looked up to the commander. "Damage control teams have been sent to the most critical areas, a few plasma fires here and there. We've been roughed up, but we're going to be ok."

Gary listened in stoic silence as Kara gave him the bad news, "Bad." He answered simply before pressing on. "However it could have been a lot worse. The weapons thankfully aren't a primary concern. The sensors are. We need to know what's going on. What about getting the sensors back up to snuff? Can it be done Kara?" He asked the CEO.

===

Lunara pushed herself out from a pile of rubble, coughing. Her uniform was torn in several places, she was bleeding from a wound on her forehead, and her pants were starting to turn red over her right calf. Her hair was matted with grease and soot. She looked around, dazed, as she tried to get her bearings.

Lt, Gregory had left Operations to help in searching for crew crewmembers when he came upon a young woman dressed in teal blue, He could see blood on her forehead and even from where he was he could see a dark stain around her right calf. She looked dazed. He hurried to her, " Whoa. Pardon ne for saying this but you don't look to steady on your feet. Lets get you to Sickbay."

==

It had taken Gallia a lot longer than usual to get from the bridge to sickbay, between carrying Tay and having to make multiple detours due to damage, the normally five minute walk had taken nearly fifteen. But, she soon found her way to sickbay and walked in looking for someone to check on her baby. The baby, however, already saw someone she wanted to check on.

"Mommyy, Mrs. Blankeyship!!" Tay gasped and pointed to where her babysitter was being tended to by Nurse Walton, "Mommyy, we go see Mrs. Blankeyship???"

"Of course, darlin', le's jus' go there right now." Gallia agreed, she knew the little girl wouldn't quit fussing until she knew Mrs. Blankenship was okay, "Good evenin', Mrs. Blankenship."

"Oh, Cdr. Hoffman, good evening, dear." The older woman smiled, turning her attention to Tayalas, "And I see Cdr. Taylor got you to your mommy safe and sound and now you're here to check on me."

"Yes, Mrs. Blankyship, we check on oo." Tayalas smiled sweetly, thrilled beyond her capacity to understand that her sitter was okay and going to be.

"'Scuse me, can I get a doctor o'er here? My baby needs te be examined." Gallia called out, hoping Dr. Sthilg heard her and would come to see Tay since she was already comfortable with him, though she'd settle for anyone who could let her know her baby was alright.

Olivia had come back into Sickbay with one of the teams that was bringing in patients for treatment. She guided them towards open area's with which to take the injured for immediate treatment. As she looked around, Olivia noticed that there were a few more that had arrived since she had headed out to see what she could do at one of the locations. Olivia spotted Gallia and Tayalas standing over by an older woman checking up on her. She headed that way to see if there was anything that she could do. "Everything alright over here?," Olivia asked as she walked up to the little group.

"I think so, aye." Gallia replied, "Wee one's probably jus a l'il shook up is what, but I dinnae wanna take any chances with her. I know Mrs. Blankenship did everything she could te protect ma baby."

"I certainly tried." Mrs. Blankenship remembered, "It was a sticky situation though."

"Ticky switchuation." Tayalas agreed, "Was scawwy."

Olivia smiled a little at Tayalas as she reached over and lightly tickled her side. "I bet you were very brave though little one," Olivia replied. "I'd be happy to check her over for you Commander. Plus, I have a special award for a brave little lady for making it through all this scary mess."

=

River let out an anguished groan as she dusted herself off, above her conduits sparked and smoke filled the corridor. She had been on her way to the armory so she could carry out the weekly check and in their current situation to take her mind of where they actually were. 'The Void'. However, that was cut short when the ship proceeded to explode around her and now alone and dazed on the floor several meters from where she was, found herself in pain. River had not even made it past her first few months before being flung literatly into an unknown region of space.

Groaning again she pulled herself up using the wall of the corridor as an aid she felt her headband slip to one side, raising a bloody and dusty hand she settled it back to its natural position. Looking herself over she deemed that she wasn't injured enough to go to sickbay and the pain manageable.

=^=River to Security, I am currently on deck 19 between the armory and the turbo lift, where do you need me=^= She asked having just tapped her comms badge.

Fernando had left the armory and heard River's question. "Stay there." He said. "This is Petty Officer De La Rosa. I will come to you. I have just left the armory. Again stay where you are."

'Ah a familiar voice' River thought as she raised her arm and tapped her comm badge for the second time =^= Roger, standing by.=^=. Now all she had to do was wait for his arrival, it wasn't terribly far from where she stood to the armory but he could have been injured and the state of the ship would most certainly hinder his journey. It wasn't as quick as she had hoped but finally, the Petty Officer came into view through the haze.

Fernando's arrival at River's location wasn't as quick as he would have liked. His journey and that of a damage control team he found himself in charge of had been hampered by debris littering the corridors but he eventually made it. Peering through the haze he could see River standing as he drew closer, he saw the blood on her hand. "Are you alright River?" He asked concern evident in his voice.

Sami, Dorso in tow, made her way to where she now saw Fernando, wearing her new rank for the first time and leading the damage control team that had been commanded by both Gallia and Liorga, "Fernando, is everyone okay? What's it look like over there?" She called through the smoke, hoping the ship would survive for her to start her Academy education in earnest soon.

"I am with Ensign Lokaa, Sami or should i say Petty officer Justice." Fernando replied, "She is injured but it appears not seriously. As for what it looks like. Not good Sami. not good at all. There is structural damage all along this corridor. There is a danger of the bulkheads collapsing and sealing this entire area off."

"I'm fine, just minor wounds nothing I can't carry on with," She said wiping her hand on her trousers to clean them, blood was never a pretty sight. River quickly looked over the group that had now assembled, "We should look at moving towards the main structure of the ship, the ship doesn't look much better that way and the turbo lift are likely offline. There's going to be a lot of scared and injured out there. What's the word around the ship?"

Fernando was looking at River, he wasn't sure about them being minor wounds but he figured River knew her condition better than anyone so he let the comment pass. "Word around the ship is, damage control as well as search and rescue teams are sweeping through the ship looking for any trapped or injured civilians as well as crew." Fernando stated crisply. "We're hurt Ensign, badly if appearances are any indication. Life support appears to be operating at 100 percent but main power is fluctuating."

Thinking for a moment River tried recalling the ship's deck listing, on a ship this big she had to refine it to places near her work and her quarters. "On deck twenty there is a maintenance control room if there's anywhere near we can help the power fluctuation it would be there. Hope you have someone who is good at that kind of stuff." She suggested her body aching more than before, but if this small portion of the ship was the same as the rest then she was better off fixing it than stumbling to the sickbay where it was likely already overcrowded.

"Your new to the ship Ensign, otherwise you wouldn't have said that. We have Sami Justice, ace mechanic. If anyone can help with a power fluctuation its Sami." He said proudly.

"Well lets get going, if you'd like to lead the way. " River said hiding and to her surprise the anger and embarrassment of being called out as the new girl. "So what if im new she thought internally as she waited for the group to pass and tagged on the back.

Fernando saw something in River's eyes, hurt? anger? He wasn't sure but he dropped to her as the others streamed by, "I am sorry Ensign if I caused you anger or embarrassment. I did not mean to, I was just meaning that you were new. Again I am sorry." He said sincerely

"It's fine," She said shortly, before adding "We should get going there's people out there that need our help." River was thankful for his apology but she did want to just move on from that moment, there were much greater things at risk than hurt feelings at this time.

Alicia was still searching putting her senses to use finding trapped people, she came to a section of internal collapse worse still she was certain she could sense someone beneath it. Not wanting to get herself trapped she gently made a gap to one side just enough to see underneath. “Hello...whose under there?”

Underneath Heather was pinned, she was catching up with the search teams when a rupture had caused the collapse trapping her underneath. She couldn’t tell how bad her leg was wounded but she had a broken arm for sure. “It’s Heather De La Rosa! ... Help me please. I’m pinned I can’t get free!”

Alicia kept her voice calm and reassuring but the sight of blood appearing nearby made rescue a priority. “Hang in there Heather I’ll get you help.” Alicia hit her comm badge. =/\= Kelea-Salik to Sickbay I need an med team to my location as soon as possible!! =/\=

Alicia tapped her badge again. =/\= Kelea-Salik to De La Rosa, I need you at my location now!! =/\=

Fernando was moving with the damage control team when Alicia's call came in. =^= Where are you and what's wrong?=^=

=/\= I’m on deck...” =/\= She paused to look around. =/\= Hell I’m near the Arboretum! You need to get here, Heather needs you! =/\=

The words Heather needs you galvanized Fernando. He looked over to River, "I need to get to my wife. You get the team to the maintenance control room." With that he took off running in the direction of the arboretum. As he ran he prayed, *Please let Heather be alright! Please, Please Please, let her be alright.*

Alicia was doing her best to keep Heather talking when she heard footsteps approaching. “Fernando, your wife is trapped. She’s told me she’s pinned.” She tried not to look at the blood that she could only assume was coming from Heather’s trapped leg. “I’ve called for medical, you have to try and keep her awake until they get here.”

"Trapped? We have to get her out! Now!" He looked to the mass of debris Heather was trapped under. "Heather? I'm here sweetheart, We'll get you out in a jiffy."

Heather heard Fernando’s voice. “Fernando!”

Alicia gently touched Fernando’s arm. “Fernando ... we have to be cautious. She’s bleeding ...” She motioned to the blood under the debris. “If you release pressure on a serious wound and don’t get to it quick enough it could kill her! If you’re going to do this I suggest we start at the top and don’t move anything from her feet until we have to. We might be able to get a beam out once some of this mess is out of the way.”

He nodded at Alicia's suggestion even as he spoke to Heather, "Heather, Alicia and I are going to start removing some of this debris. Let us know if we do anything that either helps or hurts you."

There was a quiet acknowledgment from inside, as blood loss was quickly taking over.

Alicia nodded to Fernando. “Let’s get this done!”

Fernando despite his desire to just throw the debris everywhere to get to Heather worked quickly with Alicia as they moved heavier debris from the pile. As they did, Fernando talked to Heather to keep her engaged and not slip off to unconsciousness. he talked of how much he loved her and what a great mother she would be when the time came and they had children. He talked to her about the plans they had once their careers were over. he talked about anything that popped into his head. His only concern was saving Heather.

As they finally got Heather unburied the scale of the injury to her leg became apparent, it wasn’t going to be a simple patch up and go job. Heather was already unconscious, her good arm was cradling her broken one. Alicia looked at Fernando. “Fernando if you can keep pressure on her leg wound I’ll get you both beamed out of here.

Fernando nodded rapidly at Alicia's instructions. "Of course Alicia." He answered, He would do whatever it took to save Heather. He knelt beside her, "It's going to be alright Heather, you'll be fine in no time." He whispered to her.

Alicia stood beside Fernando and hit her comm badge. “Transporter room medical emergency! Three to transport directly to Sickbay!”

*--*
Bridge

Phoenix listened as reports came in. She knew her role but she itched to be out there helping.

"Captain..." Arri said softly. "Trust in your crew." She only said simply, noticing the restlessness from Phoenix.

SHIPS SICKBAY

While this was going on, Max walked to Sickbay and talked to one of the senior Medics, and found that so far as the Damage Control crew along with the other crewmen had not found anyone one else for now, just the one who had been electrocuted.

Sitting on one of the cleaned off bloody gurneys in sickbay which had a new clean pad on it, he could see that the sickbay still looked like a slaughter house, Max sat on the gurney and not caring whether he got his uniform dirty or not, and sat there with his legs in a Lotus position. With the fingers of both hands clasped together he just sat there, and meditated, was his mind quickly took him to a different place that was neither earth, or anyone of the other planets, he sat there as he could see far below, and all around him a multicolored universe which brought back a peacefulness to his soul.

Now with his eyes closed, his mind began to wander as he thought of the Afterlife, and suddenly he was transported to a part of the universe where a trillion gods sat in judgement, and as he scanned the multitude of heavenly bodies, he could see the old faces of famous Starfleet Officers, from Kirk, Pike, now dead and along with their their crews all meditating together.

Watching from a distance, but still close enough to see, Max's mind saw the 'google' of heavenly portals in the heavens. Which all had gods or deities sitting in judgement, even Christ was there, where he had his own portal, in which he welcomed the souls of the dead, which had been judged by St. Peter.

Continuing to scan with his mind, Max saw the Klingons at far end of the multitudes he saw the 'barge of the dead', now bringing the spirits of the klingons who had died in battle, into Gre'thor, where they would be tortured by a creature known as Fek'lhr, who served as the guardian of Gre'thor, and as Kahless the Unforgettable welcomed each warrior, they were sent to the Black fleet, there they would join their companions as they drank a heavenly made 'blood wine', wenching, wrestling, and fighting each other. Waiting to join the ships of the black fleet, containing googles and googles of Klingong warrior spirits, soon the ships would once be filled with other and soon with the ships now loaded, it would leave to fight the great war, against an unknown but powerful enemy.

Smith laid on a biobed. The quarantine field was activate. He was on full life support. The ventalator was feeding him oxygen. His crushed left leg had been cleaned, to prevent gangreen, but the final determine on how to proceed was still being discussed.

Ensign T'Kek had finished healing a crewmember's arm when three more officers beamed into Sickbay. One man was holding the person he recognized as Sergeant De La Rosa's leg. "What happened?" he asked, approaching at a brisk pace.

"Heather was trapped under some debris. Alicia and I dug her out and got her to you. Now its time for you to do something." Fernando said urgently.

"And I will, Chief. Maintain pressure on her leg," T'Kek said as he took out a tricorder from a holster on his duty belt, activating it and began to scan the extent of Sergeant De La Rosa's injuries. "Keep her still while I grab a kit." Moving Heather to a biobed at the moment could cause more damage.

T'Kek returned with a Medical Kit and opened it, grabbing an autosurture and a hypospray to lower Heather's heart rate and slow the bleeding, giving him more time to work. He pressed the hyposray to her neck. "Ok, Chief, remove your hand on three. "One...two...three," He began to use the autosurture immediately after Fernando moved his hands on Heather's leg as the bleeding began to slow.

Heather slowly started to come to, offering Fernando a drowsy smile. “Hey ... you didn’t think, I was going anywhere ... did you?”

Fernando didn't reply with words not at first, he just simply kissed Heather. When the kiss broke, he floundered for words. "Ah, you had me worried Heather, very worried but your going to be fine now." He looked over to T'Kek, "Thank you, thank for saving Heather." he saw Alicia standing to one side, out of the way. "Alicia, thank you as well for helping to save Heather."

Alicia smiled and stepped away out of the way, she almost bumped into Tallia as she headed out of the way.

T'Kek nodded is response to Fernando as he finished the autosurture. Taking out a bone knitter, he activated the device and began to run it over Heather’s leg to heal the fractures in the bones. A moment later, he placed the knitter back into the kit. "Alright, your leg is better but you need rest," he instructed Heather. "There will be some soreness but any sharp pains, come back to Sickbay."

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OOC: Everyone to continue their storylines in smaller JPS please