Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Oct 11, 2021 2:01:34 GMT
[ Kaya Som and SCPO Kaya Som | Sickbay ]
In the few minutes the two Kayas had left, they side-stepped any talk of the grave matter at hand such as how they'd escape the ellipse, how long it had taken to perfect the plan, what would happen to them next, what Kaya's life had been these last fifty-seven years. No, they had more fun laughing and gossiping about their shared youth. They couldn't stop looking at each other, perched on the bio bed together.
«Avi didn't care for you,» Kaya told Kaya. «She liked playing with you.»
«I know. It's over now. It was fun, and now it's over.»
«Is it? I don't remember being over it. I pined, you know. Months after we got stuck.»
«I don't pine.»
«Oh, you pine. You ache, and you flail. I think I'd know.»
«I do not flail!»
«Oh, spectacularly, you do.»
They were cut off by messages from their respective leaders announcing that the it was time for the next phase.
«Who's that?» Kaya asked as the older Kaya stood back up to make ready to go
«That's our Ellis. Linus. He's ... fine. Tries really hard.»
Kaya nodded. She thought she might be haunted by seeing her own mortality just standing there, but she wasn't. She just felt an unnamable warmth. All that she'd been through, she still recognized herself and that was deeply comforting. The older Kaya noticed her thoughtfulness.
«I don't know exactly what happens next. So I'll say, Elders keep you Kaya'ggi.»
«Elders keep you, Kaya'tei.»
With that, the older Kaya departed Sickbay for the transporter room.
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Oct 11, 2021 9:07:45 GMT
[ Anaya - Stellar Cartography] " Thank you Aya, you did an awesome job too" Anaya replied softly to the woman who had become more than just a colleague over the years. Ensuring that she had completed everything properly, more for herself than to double check her work. Anaya moved away from the console as Linus contacted them before Commander Ellis made another ship wide announcement. It was time to go home and pray that they would make it. The hybrid knew that she wouldn't be able to say goodbye the way that she had wanted but she did acknowledge Linus, thinking it was also appropriate to add one last comment to Mila. =/\= Anaya to Linus, myself and Aya are standing by for transport ... also goodbye for now Mother ... take care and I'll see you on the other side =/\= **************** [ Mila - Bridge] The Ops officer didn't need the countdown to remind her of what was about to happen as she prepared to beam the others back to their ship. Listening as Linus spoke to his people, before Commander Ellis returned to the Bridge and prepared the crew for this next phase. Emotions aside, Mila thought about Anaya for a brief moment, until the call from Nork caused some concern. Bremmer was the one to investigate and despite their occasional differences, hoped that the Vulcan hadn't been harmed. There were more acknowledgements from the other Mac before Myker also retook his console and synced with her own in regards to transport. Then came the call from Gatesy about Zyri, realising almost instantly who he was referring too as she responded to the medical officer. =/\= Ops to Gates, acknowledged, I'll pass that on and standing by for when you're able to stabilise her =/\= Pausing the channel and hoping that the Trill hybrid would be okay, Mila turned towards Linus and Felicity. " Petty Officer Gates has informed me that Zyri is not to be transported until he can stabilise her condition" she reported, before Anaya spoke to Linus and included a message for her. =/\= Stay safe my child, may the gods watch over you until we can be reunited once more =/\= It seemed like the right thing to say, remembering how her own mother had said the same thing to her and her sister. Feeling the emotion it brought forward as well as the comfort it gave her as she refocused on her console.
tag Rin Zakir Felicity Ellis, soft tags the rest of the Bridge & Scapegoat Lounge
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Oct 11, 2021 18:53:07 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac ]
Bremmer was starting to walk the cargo bay, searching out Mister Nork, and whatever aggressor he was dealing with when he called out, when his voice called out and she turned to look towards its source. It was the Vulcan all right, and he stated that his distress call was for nothing, that he thought he had seen something suspicious? But if that was the case, if there was nothing, why hadn't he called back to stand down the Security response? And for that matter, so much as she wracked her brain, the Petty Officer had never seen the man with so much as a smudge on his boots, let alone a rumpled uniform. But there was one thing: she had never heard of him apologizing to anyone about anything, let alone an enlisted Human. Could it be a case of being both right and wrong? That he indeed had not been attacked, but instead had encountered an accident that had scrambled up that Vulcan brain of his? That was possible, but even that didn't seem right. Hell, the man didn't feel quite right. "Well, Mister Nork, I still have to do a sweep of the cargo bay to make sure all is well. But in the meantime, I would need to ask you to move over to that corner over there and wait for me so I can walk you to Sickbay to get checked out, if you please?"Then, as she started to walk the hold to perform the sweep she was still required to do, a question popped into her mind. "Sir, might I ask you what brings you to this cargo bay?" [Old!Nork (as Prime!Nork) - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac]"That will not be necessary, Petty Officer. I will assume that it is your comprehension at fault, and not your hearing. I informed you that I am unharmed, and that I was mistaken."Unwilling to comply to what would seem to be unnecessary orders from an individual of lesser rank that the young Nork would neither obey nor pay much attention to, he began walking toward the exit. "You are dismissed, Petty Officer." He had to stay in character. As he neared the door he picked up a discarded toolkit, which had been left atop a container. He turned, swinging the weighted case, aiming directly for Bremmer's head.
Tag: Eliska Bremmer
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Oct 11, 2021 20:38:12 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac ]{Quoted Posts} [Old!Nork (as Prime!Nork) - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac]"That will not be necessary, Petty Officer. I will assume that it is your comprehension at fault, and not your hearing. I informed you that I am unharmed, and that I was mistaken."Unwilling to comply to what would seem to be unnecessary orders from an individual of lesser rank that the young Nork would neither obey nor pay much attention to, he began walking toward the exit. "You are dismissed, Petty Officer." He had to stay in character. As he neared the door he picked up a discarded toolkit, which had been left atop a container. He turned, swinging the weighted case, aiming directly for Bremmer's head.
Tag: Eliska Bremmer And once again, Nork admitted to being wrong about something? Oh, he certainly had that oh-so-condescending Vulcan thing going all right, that vaguely insulting manner about him. But still it didn't feel quite right and Bremmer's eyes moved about the cargo bay, seeking out anything that might be out of place even as he tried to dismiss her. Now, that was definitely out of character all right. The Nork she knew didn't strike her as someone who'd ever tell anyone not to follow proper procedure not only to the letter, but to the individual pixel. She had been just about to inform him that she was going to perform a sweep regardless, when she heard a faint scraping and caught a flash of movement at the corner of her eyes, and by instinct alone she launched herself into a dive that turned into a roll, and when she recovered it was to see the Vulcan just completing a swing with a toolbox, a swing that no doubt would have left her brained on the deck if it had connected. However, she did not reach down to her phaser, nor up to her commbadge: she knew just how fast Vulcans could be, and while her heavy-gravity adapted physiology would let her move pretty damn fast in a mere 1g, she knew she might reach her commbadge but she wouldn't get a call out, or her phaser but she'd never get it drawn and on target in time. For she knew that as fast, strong and tough as she was, she knew Vulcans were faster and stronger. And a hell of a lot tougher. Which put her in a truly pretty pickle at the moment. "Stand down, Sir, you are under arrest."Fat load of good that was likely to do... but she did have her own procedures to follow all right, and who knew, it might buy her enough time to open up the distance and buy her a big enough fraction of a second to get her phaser in play.
Tags Felicity Ellis (Nork(s))
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Oct 11, 2021 20:44:31 GMT
{Quotes: Bremmer, Zakir, Vulbrix, Mila} [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge -> Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac ]Well, having just settled at a console that felt thoroughly alien to her, Bremmer was trying to make sense of the many inputs before her. Shield emitters were coming back online after modifications, structural forcefields were responding, and the last of the casualty reports had come in. So things were moving well enough until the Bridge intercom sounded, with Mister Nork, of all people, reporting he was under attack. Well, given she was one of the few members of her department currently not tied up with many other duties, that meant the Petty Officer could at least do something that made sense to her. Especially given the call for assistance was cut short, and she could swear she heard a dull thud just after the word 'by', even as she poinpointed the sourced of the transmission (well, more like read what the ship's communications grid reported about it). "I got this," she simply announced before turning to one of the Bridge small arms lockers and found herself a phaser, and headed for the Turbolift. If someone had been assaulted, she would not go down there unarmed! The trip towards the cargo bay had been short enough, and before long the heavy doors rumbled open and she carefully stepped in, her hand on her weapon and her eyes seeking out trouble, or at least sign of that infuriatingly Vulcan Ensign. "Mister Nork? Anyone? This is Security, come on out if you can..." [ Old!Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] It was time. After all these years of calculating, hoping and wishing, there was a chance that they could finally make it out of this place. He'd thought of this day for so long, almost sixty years in fact, but now that the time was upon them he had mixed emotions. still, even if one Mac could make it beyond this day, all they had worked for would not be in vain. In a way, he hoped it would be the younger Mac, if only one could return to normal space, as his younger self had a whole life ahead of him. Even if it was a life in which Aya and his grandchildren would never exist. Taking one last look at the console in front of him, he made doubly sure that he had done everything right, just as they had painstakingly practised all these years. One mistake could see neither Mac make it out, and he didn't want to be responsible for that. "I am ready", he assured his commanding officer, just as a call came in from who he assumed was the younger Nork, apparently under attack! He was no longer fit to assist in such an instance, and could only watch as Bremmer took the situation in hand. He knew that his younger self would also not exactly be in any fit state to respond, but if he knew himself, he would be very annoyed at not having been any help! [ Myker Vulbrix – Bridge – Prime!Mac] Despite the tension in the room easing a little from their continued conversation, the statement that rolled of her tongue so easily lifted most of what remained of that tension, the Betazoid broke out into a smile, one that didn’t fade in an instant showing his amusement. ”Touche Commander, Touche” he responded with a nod before moving to stand again. Despite how amused he was at her statement it was true, he could crawl to his station should the need arise, although he rather hoped it wouldn’t. Linus’ voice came over the com once more and it was go time. ”Seems that way.” Myker said about it being sooner rather than later. It was time to put Linus’ plan into action and see both the mans leadership and planning come into force. Not only that but it was time for their own crew to pull together, the other Mac may have come up with the plan, they may have been the ones to offer assistance, yet they learnt the skills from somewhere. This crew was the ones they’d learnt everything from, that was enough for Myker to put his full faith in their crew and the ones who would once again take control of this Mac. Myker stood, nodding about it being time to get back to work. It was time where conversation would do little, it was a time for action. It took only a moment of fighting with his mind and once again Myker’s thoughts were shielded, his mind reined in from its wild wanderings and the pain compartmentalized. It was time to go to work. Myker was back on the bridge moments after Felicity, he found his station and slipped into the seat every bit the stoic communications officer he was known for being. Even as the younger Nork’s voice came through the comms Myker didn’t seem rattled despite the Ensign stating they were under attack. It was quickly taken in hand, no doubt Bremmer could handle the situation. He couldn’t be much help, he was still sporting a head injury even if he chose to ignore it for now. Returning to his panel he checked that the channel between their Mac and Linus’ was still open, as well as making sure the other crew could transport safely. ” Transport should be ready when you are. Thank you for your assistance.” Myker said without much thought, he would be grateful for the crew of the other Mac even if they didn’t make it out, they’d been given a fighting chance, they were given hope and in dire circumstances hope was the greatest gift of all. [ Anaya - Stellar Cartography] " Thank you Aya, you did an awesome job too" Anaya replied softly to the woman who had become more than just a colleague over the years. Ensuring that she had completed everything properly, more for herself than to double check her work. Anaya moved away from the console as Linus contacted them before Commander Ellis made another ship wide announcement. It was time to go home and pray that they would make it. The hybrid knew that she wouldn't be able to say goodbye the way that she had wanted but she did acknowledge Linus, thinking it was also appropriate to add one last comment to Mila. =/\= Anaya to Linus, myself and Aya are standing by for transport ... also goodbye for now Mother ... take care and I'll see you on the other side =/\= **************** [ Mila - Bridge] The Ops officer didn't need the countdown to remind her of what was about to happen as she prepared to beam the others back to their ship. Listening as Linus spoke to his people, before Commander Ellis returned to the Bridge and prepared the crew for this next phase. Emotions aside, Mila thought about Anaya for a brief moment, until the call from Nork caused some concern. Bremmer was the one to investigate and despite their occasional differences, hoped that the Vulcan hadn't been harmed. There were more acknowledgements from the other Mac before Myker also retook his console and synced with her own in regards to transport. Then came the call from Gatesy about Zyri, realising almost instantly who he was referring too as she responded to the medical officer. =/\= Ops to Gates, acknowledged, I'll pass that on and standing by for when you're able to stabilise her =/\= Pausing the channel and hoping that the Trill hybrid would be okay, Mila turned towards Linus and Felicity. " Petty Officer Gates has informed me that Zyri is not to be transported until he can stabilise her condition" she reported, before Anaya spoke to Linus and included a message for her. =/\= Stay safe my child, may the gods watch over you until we can be reunited once more =/\= It seemed like the right thing to say, remembering how her own mother had said the same thing to her and her sister. Feeling the emotion it brought forward as well as the comfort it gave her as she refocused on her console. [Felicity Ellis & Linus Ellis - Bridge, Prime!Mac]When Bremmer spoke up to put herself forward in response to Nork's call, Felicity nodded in acknowledgement. At the same time, Linus nodded his acknowledgement to Mila's update. Both the issue with Nork and Zyri were unfortunate, but much smaller than the grand scheme. They had waited too long and worked too hard to stall for any reason. Problems could be stowed until they were out of the ellipse, or no longer around to deal with them. "Thank you," Felicity told Linus, her back and shoulders straight, but the look in her eyes soft. The man nodded, his smile an enigmatic mixture of sadness and something else. He looked at Felicity, and then at Myker, two people who would go on to parent him in another timeline, after years trapped in a spatial anomaly. "May we meet again," he said to them both, before a transporter beam stole him away and deposited him back on the Bridge of his own Mac. Felicity's breath caught and she stared at the place where Linus had been for several seconds. Then she snapped-to. "Okay everyone, action stations. Helm, you have the course. Engineering, standby for power transfer. Science, be ready to warn us of any impediments." A flight officer slipped into the pilot's seat, but Tactical was suspiciously empty. She stepped up to man that console herself. All around the ship their guests would disappear, group by group.
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , Shavan Th'zhaar , Thea Baker , FYI: Kaya Som
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Oct 11, 2021 21:33:13 GMT
[Pilot Zefi Syl - USS Mac - Bridge]This was it, the moment they had all waited so long for. The moment many had not survived to see. Hopefully the new crew would benefit and those unfortunate souls would continue to live. She had taught her younger self all that was needed to guide them out of the Ellipse as safely as possible, and now it was time for her to depart. Syl had never been good at goodbyes, so instead of words she gripped the pilot's shoulder reassingly and took a step back. Her wizened gaze turned towards the tactical console, to find the Eliska had not yet returned from the call to the cargo bay. Perhaps it was better that way. With a wistful smile, and one more silent glance back at Shavan, she allowed the transporter beam to carry her back to where she belonged. [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]With the additional power relayed from Engineering, the route mapped out by Stellar Cartography, and the tricks she'd just learned to boost the stabilizers and inertial dampeners, Syl was as ready as she could be. "Engines are green. I have full impulse and thrusters, warp standing by." She reported readiness to the rest of the Bridge. So focused on the panels in front of her, she didn't even seem to notice the frail grip on her shoulder. They only had one shot at this. She was determined to make it count.
Tag Felicity EllisSoft Shavan Th'zhaar and bridge
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Oct 12, 2021 1:48:18 GMT
[Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Scapegoat Lounge]Cerjess nodded silently as Gates administered the tri-ox, before his gaze moved back to Kova at her suggestion. Of course... As much as he had tried to learn about Zyri's unique physiology, lower temperatures was something he always kept forgetting. "Thank you," he told her quietly. When the medic suggested moving her to the pantry the Trill felt a flicker of disgust and anger at the thought, but he pushed those feelings down, acknowledging it was the only way available to lower her temperature fast enough. Adjusting his position, he slid his arms beneath the unconscious girl, careful not to dislodge her mask as they moved her. Hopefully Ops would not decide to transport him until they had at least put her down safely... Tag Felicity Ellis Kova Sh'qaleq [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Scapegoat Lounge]The younger Trill did what he could with the osteoregenerator, and gave Rin an injection for the pain. "There you go. Fit to man a tactical station, but I don't recommend getting into a fist fight before you get seen by an actual doctor." Basic biology and anatomy classes could only do so much, after all. As he started putting the instruments back in the med kit, he glanced over his shoulder to see Gates and his future self still tending to the hybrid child. Hopefully she would be okay... "If we get out of this, I'll meet you at the Beta," he told Zak with a small grin. "If we don't, I'll meet you back here." Either way this turned out, he was sure there would be a lot of crewmembers in need of a strong drink. Tag Rin Zakir
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Oct 12, 2021 2:41:16 GMT
[Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac]
While the other crew began transporting out, Shavan stood ready at the Science station. He nodded quickly in response to Commander Ellis’s orders. “Standing by to monitor our progress and any complications.” There was little chance they’d get out of this with everything going perfectly, and they had to deal with whatever problems awaited when they happened.
Noticing the glance from the older Syl, he returned the faint smile. His gaze then trailed over the older Ic, but he was still at a loss for anything to say.
The versions of them that he knew were still there, after all, along with the rest of the crew. So instead he turned back to the screen in front of him.
soft tags bridge
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161 Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Oct 12, 2021 3:11:37 GMT
[ Ic Arbrell — Bridge, USS Mac] They’d been almost silent together for what felt like a very long time to Ic, whose internal clock ticked accurate to the minute in the morning of his life, and none at all to Ic, who had wrested the passage of time from the twilight where moments melted into maddening years. They’d been almost silent but for the quiet reactions of the first (or was he second?) in alarm and unexpressed (in fully expressed) argument with his own foreign mind. He didn’t need to tell the stories; he didn’t need to listen. Very little was left to be explained. What was known of grief and particles was a constant, softly humming, a superposition of the same quantum state. As the data on the screen refreshed a single mind on new old details, the swarming of something that almost felt like comfort and almost felt like pain muddied the intermittent exchange of sub-psychic gestures half-ignored. (In the back of their mind, T’Pren sat in terrified wonder, and he swore he could hear her cry. Elouan, elsewhere on this ship for just a moment more, lingered with passive tension.) They blinked in unison, breathed in chorus. The struggle of old damaged lungs reached the assisted set. The wound in both sides ached the way it had always done. And although one kept his attention on a long-missed shade of teal, on the haunting pools of green. He ignored the call for goodbyes just a little while longer, but time was running, and had run out. The one whose wounds were the worst he’d known turned to the one who had borne lifetimes, but he’d already turned away, with plaintive black eyes seeking his present memory. “It’s okay,” he sighed, looking up at Shavan with a thin and spectral smile. He reached out a fragile hand to touch his unwounded arm. “You don’t have to say anything. I never expected you to. But you deserved to hear something from me I was too chickenshit to say when I thought we weren’t dying, and I was wrong. I should have finished that sentence while I could, or still can. So, I just want you to know, Lieutenant,” he stepped closer to him, enough to whisper. “—how much I loved you.”The shimmer of the transporter claimed him before lips could meet cheek. The remaining iteration stared down at the console with breath held, almost easy again, and standing by.
tags Shavan Th'zhaar soft bridge crew //exit old!ic
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Oct 12, 2021 3:14:35 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]Gates looked up from his position at the young girl's side when Kova spoke. She was correct, of course. Her physiology may be more complex than if she had been born of one parent or the other, but it was likely that the cold would help. "Adjusting the temperature here is one thing, but it may take too long for her body to benefit." Aside from that, there were other injured patients here, some of whom would not react as well to a drop in temperature. His eyes roved, finally coming to rest on the archway to the small galley off the lounge. "The refrigerated pantry. It's small, but it's kept at a lower temperature to preserve the fresh supplies."He had said not to move her, but in this case he believed the short distance was worth the risk. Kellen Gates, all business now, looked to the others. "Help me carry her. Quickly."As he stood, he tapped his badge. =/\= "Gates to Ops. Zyri is not to be transported until further notice. I am in the process of attempting to stabilise her condition." =/\= [Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Scapegoat Lounge]Cerjess nodded silently as Gates administered the tri-ox, before his gaze moved back to Kova at her suggestion. Of course... As much as he had tried to learn about Zyri's unique physiology, lower temperatures was something he always kept forgetting. "Thank you," he told her quietly. When the medic suggested moving her to the pantry the Trill felt a flicker of disgust and anger at the thought, but he pushed those feelings down, acknowledging it was the only way available to lower her temperature fast enough. Adjusting his position, he slid his arms beneath the unconscious girl, careful not to dislodge her mask as they moved her. Hopefully Ops would not decide to transport him until they had at least put her down safely... [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Scapegoat Lounge]The younger Trill did what he could with the osteoregenerator, and gave Rin an injection for the pain. "There you go. Fit to man a tactical station, but I don't recommend getting into a fist fight before you get seen by an actual doctor." Basic biology and anatomy classes could only do so much, after all. As he started putting the instruments back in the med kit, he glanced over his shoulder to see Gates and his future self still tending to the hybrid child. Hopefully she would be okay... "If we get out of this, I'll meet you at the Beta," he told Zak with a small grin. "If we don't, I'll meet you back here." Either way this turned out, he was sure there would be a lot of crewmembers in need of a strong drink. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10, USS Mac ] The medic once again proved to be resourceful as he suggested that they relocate Zyri into a refrigerated pantry. Even if power was lost or rerouted, the environment was a closed one and should still be controlled and conducive to improving Zyri's health. As Gates contacted the Bridge to alert them not to transport Zyri for the time being, Kova knelt down to help carry Zyri to the pantry. As she did, she found some of her own actions nearly coinciding with elder-Cerjess. She paused a moment, even taking his earlier expression of gratitude into account. This wasn't her attempting to get close. There was just no need for this girl to suffer anymore than she already was. "The sooner we move her, the better her chances at improving," Kova stated. She contributed in helping to relocate the hybrid as quickly as they could to the pantry, unaware of what fate now had in store for them.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates), Syl O'Connell (Cerjess x 2) Soft Tag: Rin Zakir
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Oct 12, 2021 11:25:30 GMT
[ Lt.JG Rin Zakir - Scapegoat Lounge -> Bridge - USS Mac] Oh good, fit to man a tactical station but don't get into any fist fights. Especially fist fight with a tactical station. Hang on, why would he even do that? Geez, that was without anything to drink. "I'll hold you to that!", he responded to Cerjess suggestion of meeting up once they were done. Prophets willing, this meeting would take place in the Beta. For now though, he would be very keen to return to the bridge and hopefully get out of this place. A lot sooner than their other selves. "Thanks, see you on the other side!", he then made sure to show gratitude toward his stand in medic friend. He also made sure to show a little optimism, as a good outlook could often be preceded by a good result! With one last glance toward those carrying the stricken hybrid elsewhere, he offered a silent prayer to the Prophets that she would be alright, before making his exit. Arriving onto the bridge, it seemed as though he was just in time for everyone to start getting to action stations. He half ran to the empty Tac console, wondering where Bremmer had gotten too, and took a quick look at what he would be dealing with. He would have liked a briefing from his older self about what he had fiddled with exactly, but beggars couldn't be choosers and he would just have to wing it. "Sorry I'm late, tactical standing by!", he announced. Both shields and structural integrity seemed to have been improved by their older friends, so there was a chance that they could make this! Even if they were just as battered as before when they did. Oh prophets, please don't let him break his arm again...
Tag Syl O'Connell (Cerjess Miren), Felicity Ellis , Bridge
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Oct 12, 2021 20:04:17 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, Prime!Mac]Everyone was in place. Felicity herself did not move from Tactical I, despite the return of Rin. By rights she should have been down at the chairs, but at this stage she didn't see the point. She wanted to be able to react as she would if she was manning a console herself, and wanted to see the information first-hand as it came in. She had faith in her crew to do their jobs, but this was something she had to see for herself. With everyone working in admirable concert, they were soon matching the other Mac's speed. One shield had enveloped the two ships, one boosting and supporting the other. As they sped from the core of the ellipse and toward their exit point, their path became a hell of a lot less smooth. Felicity stared at the holographic numbers still floating over the centre of the Bridge as they counted down, hands gripping the sides of her console.
Tag: soft all. [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Pantry, Scapegoat]Kellen Gates did not hesitate. Once the other two announced their agreement and readiness he wasted no time in placing his interlaced hands beneath Zyri's head, ensuring that it would be kept as still as possible while being manually transported the short distance to the cooler room. There would be no argument and no sidebar, this girl would get what she needed in order to survive, no matter where that help came from. Once she was placed on the ground, Gatesy began checking the readings again, along with testing the temperature. "Eight degrees lower than the main common area," he muttered, though he was speaking mostly to Kova, whose idea it had been to lower the temperature. "Support her head, if you would."He fished out another vial, just as the ship began to pitch. They were once again fighting the sheers, it seemed. "That's. Just. Perfect."
Tags: Kova Sh'qaleq , Syl O'Connell
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Oct 12, 2021 20:23:02 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac ]
And once again, Nork admitted to being wrong about something? Oh, he certainly had that oh-so-condescending Vulcan thing going all right, that vaguely insulting manner about him. But still it didn't feel quite right and Bremmer's eyes moved about the cargo bay, seeking out anything that might be out of place even as he tried to dismiss her. Now, that was definitely out of character all right. The Nork she knew didn't strike her as someone who'd ever tell anyone not to follow proper procedure not only to the letter, but to the individual pixel. She had been just about to inform him that she was going to perform a sweep regardless, when she heard a faint scraping and caught a flash of movement at the corner of her eyes, and by instinct alone she launched herself into a dive that turned into a roll, and when she recovered it was to see the Vulcan just completing a swing with a toolbox, a swing that no doubt would have left her brained on the deck if it had connected. However, she did not reach down to her phaser, nor up to her commbadge: she knew just how fast Vulcans could be, and while her heavy-gravity adapted physiology would let her move pretty damn fast in a mere 1g, she knew she might reach her commbadge but she wouldn't get a call out, or her phaser but she'd never get it drawn and on target in time. For she knew that as fast, strong and tough as she was, she knew Vulcans were faster and stronger. And a hell of a lot tougher. Which put her in a truly pretty pickle at the moment. "Stand down, Sir, you are under arrest."Fat load of good that was likely to do... but she did have her own procedures to follow all right, and who knew, it might buy her enough time to open up the distance and buy her a big enough fraction of a second to get her phaser in play. [Old!Nork (as Prime!Nork) - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac]He released the tool case when it became clear by the latter part of his swing that he would miss. It clattered along the floor, loose tools spilling out until the kit met a container that halted its noisy progress across the storage bay. Nork did not respond to her order - there was no need. He merely lunged, the muscles in his calves flexed then clenched as his powerful body descended upon the unfortunate Petty Officer. She had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it was her or him. Nork had things to do - thus the choice was clear. As his hands reached to slap into place around the human's fragile neck, something stopped him. He paused, seemingly in mid-air, his eyes growing wide in uncharacteristic shock, a grunt falling from his gaping mouth. Then he crumpled to the floor, arms flailing and reaching out, trying to grab a hold of something; perhaps her belt, a pant leg. A rather bedraggled and naked Vulcan shuffled out from behind a row of containers. Hand pressed into his temple, the other raised and pointing a phaser at his older, treacherous self. "Though he divested me of my attire, he failed to remove my phaser."Obviously, Nork the Elder had overestimated his strength, or perhaps underestimated his counterpart's recovery time. Either way, the blackout had not lasted long. "It is set to stun," the younger Vulcan assured the Security crewman as he lowered his weapon. =/\= "Prepare for transport in 3, 2..." =/\= "Ah!" Nork jumped, almost panicked, and swatted the commbadge off him as though it were a disgusting, poisonous insect. It hit the floor and then vanished, on its way over to the other ship, doubtlessly. It had almost taken him, the true, best Nork, with it.
Tag: Eliska Bremmer
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Oct 12, 2021 22:35:38 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac] Shavan looked up when he heard the faint voice, felt the light touch on his arm. It seemed that older Ic had some parting words after all. I just want you to know, Lieutenant, how much I loved you.Oh. “I-“ But of course, older Ic was already gone, vanished in a transporter beam and a whisper of breath on his cheek. He looked to the present day Ic, wondering if he had heard. If that combination of words made as little sense to him as it did to Shavan. Surely it meant — he took a step back, heart racing — surely all it meant was that his alternate had lost his mind in the ellipse. No, you don’t. You don’t know me like that. You wouldn’t, if you did.Their personal relationship, it was just fun, just fooling around. Nothing to do with— whatever that even meant. A feeling he didn’t have a name for tightened his chest. (Ic Arbrell was unlike anyone he’d ever met.) Though for the moment, the Betazoid had gone quiet. It was always hard to tell what he was thinking when he did. Shavan drew in a sharp breath and tried to let it go in a laugh and returned whisper. “You have the worst timing ever, you know.” (Or maybe the best. He couldn’t argue with him right there on the Bridge. And maybe Ic wasn’t the only one who needed the courage brought on by impending death.) However, scattered thoughts were interrupted as the ship pitched violently once more. There was no turning back now. Ic Arbrell
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Oct 12, 2021 23:52:30 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac ]{Quoted Posts} [Old!Nork (as Prime!Nork) - Storage Bay Level 2, Deck 11, Prime!Mac]He released the tool case when it became clear by the latter part of his swing that he would miss. It clattered along the floor, loose tools spilling out until the kit met a container that halted its noisy progress across the storage bay. Nork did not respond to her order - there was no need. He merely lunged, the muscles in his calves flexed then clenched as his powerful body descended upon the unfortunate Petty Officer. She had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it was her or him. Nork had things to do - thus the choice was clear. As his hands reached to slap into place around the human's fragile neck, something stopped him. He paused, seemingly in mid-air, his eyes growing wide in uncharacteristic shock, a grunt falling from his gaping mouth. Then he crumpled to the floor, arms flailing and reaching out, trying to grab a hold of something; perhaps her belt, a pant leg. A rather bedraggled and naked Vulcan shuffled out from behind a row of containers. Hand pressed into his temple, the other raised and pointing a phaser at his older, treacherous self. "Though he divested me of my attire, he failed to remove my phaser."Obviously, Nork the Elder had overestimated his strength, or perhaps underestimated his counterpart's recovery time. Either way, the blackout had not lasted long. "It is set to stun," the younger Vulcan assured the Security crewman as he lowered his weapon. =/\= "Prepare for transport in 3, 2..." =/\= "Ah!" Nork jumped, almost panicked, and swatted the commbadge off him as though it were a disgusting, poisonous insect. It hit the floor and then vanished, on its way over to the other ship, doubtlessly. It had almost taken him, the true, best Nork, with it.
Tag: Eliska Bremmer Bremmer could tell what was going to happen; that was the norm with anyone who knew, or thought, they had a serious physical advantage on her: he would close in aggressively, try to end the fight quickly and brutally. Which meant she needed to gain space and time to either get her phaser in play or find another weapon. She had stood up to a Vulcan before, but it hadn't exactly been easy. So, as he lunged towards her she shifted her weight to the balls of her feet and raised her left arm to ward off the hand coming for the right side of her neck, and she was expecting to be ready to introduce her assailant to her brutal strength by sending him towards the nearest stack of storage containers... That was, until a phaser shrieked and the Vulcan dropped at her feet and tried to claw at her groggily... and a very naked Nork, one who looked somewhat worse for wear, came out from behind some crates and explained a few things that were, frankly, obvious... until he tossed a battered commbadge that was somehow adhering to his bare chest just as a call to beam back was made. And then, it all became quite clear. But, first things first, especially since she had just seen far more of the Ensign than she had ever wanted to, Bremmer transferred her commbadge from her jacket to her shirt before shrugging out of her outermost garment and tossing it to the naked Vulcan. And then she drew her phaser and kept it aimed at the Ensign's older counterpart as she took a few steps back. Now, given the way the day had been going, she found herself thinking that this was probably the single least weird thing she'd encountered so far... =A= "Bremmer to Bridge. The call for assistance to the Cargo Bay has been resolved. Mister Nork was assaulted by his counterpart, who stripped him and tried to pass for him, and is currently under control. I, huh, please advise with regards to the other Nork? Beam him to the brig, or back to the other Mac?"=A= Then, as she waited for an answer from those in charged, she turned her attention to the naked Vulcan, who hopefully would have covered up some by then. "Sir, ah, can you make your own way to Sickbay, or should I call for assistance?"
Tags Felicity Ellis (Nork(s)) Rin ZakirSofts to the whole bridge crew
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