Thea Baker
Command
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Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Sept 7, 2021 8:15:36 GMT
[Mila - Bridge, USS Mac]
The very second that the Mac went to sleep, Mila knew that there was not a lot that she could do, other than wait and pray. Turning from her now powered off console, the Bolian returned her attention to the beast that wanted to consume them. It might not be the correct analogy to use, but that's how Mila saw it and nothing was going to change her mind. Besides she wasn't naive in understanding that this could be her last moments. Knowing that there was always that risk of not coming back whenever had a shift rotation on the Mac. However she had never expected this to be the reason that she died and yet wasn't as scared as she had been initially.
Maybe she had accepted her fate, allowing her mind to travel to a more comforting place. Memories of family, of fun experiences took over as the scientists spoke. Hearing but not hearing what was said, until the Commander brought her back to reality with her shout of 'Brace'.
After that, everything became a blur to Mila as she tried to maintain a grip on the here and now. Noises followed by the smell of burning circuitry and flesh, invaded her senses. Wondering how and why until she realised that she was on the floor, having no recollection of getting there. She felt dizzy and took a moment before checking herself over. Blood, singed flesh and uniform greeted her and yet Mila considered herself lucky as she paused to let another bout of dizziness pass.
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
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Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Sept 7, 2021 16:41:43 GMT
[Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac]
Once again, and eerie quiet befell the bridge, everyones eyes on their glowing orange doom. If this was really to be his end, then he wondered why he felt so strangely calm and at peace. It wasn't as if he had managed tor reconcile with what was left of his family, or even make much of his career. In fact, if Starfleet had a year book, he would likely be listed as 'most likely to be eaten'. He never thought it would be by something like this.
No sooner had the order come to brace, than the proverbial brown stuff really hit the fan, the room seemingly being torn apart around him. He once gain gripped tightly to his console, which even when darkened he didn't need to know that they were taking damage on the outside too. Oh Prophets...
The next thing he knew, he was blinking himself back awake, lying against the bulkhead. Had blacked out for a couple of seconds? He wasn't dead at least, but it seemed as though he had landed on with some force on his left arm. That had to be broken, and he no doubt had a few more cuts and bruises, but what about the others?
Scrambling back toward his console, he used his good arm to pull himself up and leaned on it as he tried to catch his breath. He wouldn't be surprised if he had done his ribs a mischief too, but for now he was alive and somewhat functional. His head swam as he willed himself back into some kind of conscious state, the screaming of those who had come off worse reverberating in his ear. The smell of blood and burning conduits and flesh was something he hoped to never have to live through again, but then there was still the possibility of not living to see the end of the day. Thank the Prophets that he was alive for now, and not burnt to crisp like some of his crewmates. Thank the Prophets he had escaped that much, though he wouldn't mind his arm splinting or something.
"Ngh...if you're not dead, say ow!", he called out, just in case there was anyone he could help with his still good arm, gently resting the other on top of the probably fried console.
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
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Rank: Commander
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Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Sept 7, 2021 20:32:16 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]
It could have been minutes, even seconds, she wasn't sure anymore. Her fingers hurt, she knew that. She'd wrapped her arms around the base of a console, legs pulled up beneath her. The ellipse's waves had tried to dislodge her and shake her around, like matches in a box, but she'd stayed firm. Or she'd thought she had, there had been moments of terror, followed by moments of black emptiness. One thing was for sure, it had taken some time for Felicity to realise she was still alive. But when it dawned, so too did the pain.
Her hands were almost completely covered in burns, along with the right side of her neck and her jawline, where she'd been exposed to the blown console. Even without main power, it seemed that the ellipse's ability to do damage had not been underestimated. "Ow..." She murmured in response to someone's encouragement, but it would be far too soft to carry over the din of the wrecked Bridge. "Shout out if you require assistance," she said instead, voice raised enough to carry. It was a much more useful method of identification. Once again she pulled herself up, hand over hand, the slick, pink and red skin on her burned hands causing her to breathe colourful curses with each movement and flex. As soon as she was upright, she surveyed the damage. It was worse than she could have imagined.
"See to yourself first before helping anyone else. If you can, find a working station - we need some power, people, without our shields the radiation will kill us before anything else."
They were drifting, she assumed, somewhere between the outer edges and sphere of the ellipse. Th'zhaar's words were ringing in her head. "And we need Impulse. We need to get to the core, it'll be -"
The ship shuddered again, cutting her off. Automatically she reached out to steady herself, grabbing a handful of a fellow crewmember in the process. This movement wasn't like riding the waves before, nor anything like being swallowed by this beast of a phenomenon; rather it was a quick, controlled tug of something else.
It can't be.
"We're moving!"
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
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Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Sept 7, 2021 20:57:33 GMT
{Spoiler}[Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10, U.S.S. Mac ]
Kova's eyes narrowed at Gates as he began to explain that he was simply doing his job. Her head tilted slightly as her attention focused on the side of his face rather than his eyes. Her blue fingers moved so quickly, that she was certain he didn't realize what had happened until she had flicked the tip of his ear. "Round, not pointed," she said. Vulcans were the only people that seemed to crave any sort of apathy. It was strange that this human was oblivious to his affect on that man. "He's terrified," said Kova. The fact that she was paying more attention to the man's emotional state than Gates was unsettling even for her. "You explaining how he may or may not die isn't helping. You don't have to lie... just be less forthcoming with the truth." It seemed like an adequate proposal in the Andorian's estimation. "Be... optimistic. It's what you pink-skins excel at, right?"There was another shudder of the ship. This wasn't an extended conversation that the pair of them could carry. The server may require more attention, but even if he didn't, there were likely others that needed Gates' expertise. The looming glow beyond the viewport, however, was a silent reminder that all of this could be for nothing. Still, optimism... it was the pink-skins' forte. Maybe it'd actually pay off for once. [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]Kellen Gates tried to duck away from the relative stranger's touch, but it was too late. She'd flicked him. It wasn't a new sensation for the young man; he'd been flicked in the ear quite a few times in his youth by his older sister. He did understand what Kova was saying, it was just not easy for him to modulate his behaviour and responses sometimes, especially ones set by the routine of practice, like medicine. It's not that he was a pessimist by nature, in fact, he almost always came across as a contented fellow, mostly keen to look on the bright side of life, but his first instinct was rarely to coddle or to fudge. It was the area of his practical studies where he failed constantly: bedside manner. "I am a realist, Kova," he told her, but he did appear a little apologetic. It hadn't been his intention to make things worse at all, but what was waiting for them outside the viewport had perhaps shaken him more than he was letting on. He looked at the orange bursts of light, and then back at the Salmon-Man. "I need to strap him in. You should strap in, too." And with that, another great shock rattled the ship, and he was sent to his knees. He crawled toward the server and wasted no time in undoing his once-pristine white apron. Then, with jerky movements, he wrapped the ties around one of the bolted-down table columns. He removed his own utility belt, the one that contained his trusty supplies, and strapped himself by the forearms to the legs of a chair. Once secure, he offered an arm to his Andorian helper. Then it hit. ~~~ Kellen Gates was relatively unscathed, he thought, though he did take a few moments while everything became still to check in with all the many, various parts of himself. All the important ones were still intact. He loosed himself and pushed himself up to his knees, wide, owlish eyes scanning in the strange light for casualties. "Kova," he called, "Are you alright?"
His next thoughts were that someone should set up a triage here in the Lounge, followed immediately by the desire to head straight to the Bridge and found out what was going on. Or find out if there was anyone left to tell him.
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Thea Baker
Command
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Position: Commanding Officer
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Post by Thea Baker on Sept 8, 2021 10:51:16 GMT
[Dr Marcus Harrison - Sickbay, USS Mac]
As the shaking got worse and loose equipment continued to fall off shelves and trolleys. Marcus dodged what he could in order to assist a patient who had suffered burns down one side of her body. With poor lighting and their surroundings resembling something out of an old Earth disaster movie. Marcus powered through until he reached the Lieutenant.
" Just focus on my voice and I'll get you to a bio bed" He said softly, guiding her gently by her uninjured arm. If he could get her to a bed and at least administer pain relief then that would be an achievable goal. Navigating himself and Lieutenant Mahoney who he recognised by the shock of blue hair. The Half Deltan succeeded despite the obstacles in their path to get her to a bed. However when the ship lurched violently and unexpectedly, Marcus ended up falling on top of his patient.
Her screams reverberated in his ears and skull, before they were joined by other screams of surprise and pain. Forcing himself up and ignoring the additional blood on his uniform. Marcus was quick to apologise, fumbling for a hypo spray and administered pain relief.
Then he looked around, still a little dazed and called out to everyone. " Help if you can, if not someone will be with you as soon as possible".
Getting the feeling that still wasn't over, Marcus pulled himself together and refocused on his patient, knowing he had others to see too.
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Sept 8, 2021 13:50:41 GMT
[ SCPO Kaya Som | Maybe a deck down from the Bridge, at a T-intersection ]
The ship continued to shake and Kaya could hear the sound of twisting metal and cracking fiberglass all around her. Something buckled above her and a shower of debris and sparks rained down over her. Every movement aggravated the deep wound in her abdomen and she hissed and whimpered at every shake of the ship. This was interrupting her rhythmic calls for help.
Where was everyone? Where were the emergency crews? Where were the Engineers running for the bridge? Where was the bridge crew running for Engineering? She had no idea how damaged the ship was, if it was catastrophic. It truly felt like the entire ship was breaking apart.
"Ngh..." She mustered the gumption to take a closer look at her impalement. Even against her black uniform, she could see the dark wetness of her blood seeping through. The shrapnel, what she could see of it, was about a third of a meter and made from a shard of what Kaya recognized as doorway casing. There was a notch cut out for a keypad. It was sticking out of near her ban, low on her abdomen and off to the left. It left room for her to gingerly and carefully to unzip her jacket. However, her undershirt still prevented visibility.
She looked around for something she could to use to cut through her clothes. There, D'Amato's engineering kit - it was within reach.
Several shuddering, fortifying breaths later and one loud cry later, Kaya had reached and pulled the kit to herself and dug out a multi-use knife.
She went to work getting her shirt open.
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
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Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Sept 8, 2021 17:37:36 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ]The call to brace had been one of those things that was really unnecessary so far as Bremmer was concerned. For one thing, she was planning on finding something to hold on to... not that it did her much good. The ship's violent lurching actually did launch her forward and she did not find the deck until she was about halfway across the Bridge, at which point she rolled and bounced until she found the bulkhead near the viewscreen, and there she laid for a few moments, gulping in hungrily from the smoke-filled air and trying to regain her bearings over the sounds of pain emanating from others, until the Commander's voice got her attention. See to herself. See to others. Right. Checking if everything still answered when she wanted it to move was a fairly quick procedure. Toes wriggled, fingers moved, hands and feet didn't protest, elbows and knees worked. Shoulders and hips... no real damage that she could tell but there certainly were plenty of bruises she felt keenly as she hauled herself to her feet and gauged her surroundings. Right, the power was down, there would be casualties shipwide, and the Mac was currently a very large, very expensive coffin. Not that she could do a whole lot about this just now. But, one thing she could do, though, was to trace the bulkhead by the faint light of those consoles that still somehow had power and bleak emergency lights, until she cracked open one of the emergency lockers. Tricorders, a medical kit, and most importantly, lights. Strapping one such flashlights to her wrist, Eliska then shouldered the emergency medical kit, and she immediately started looking across the Bridge... and her first reaction was to close the distance towards Syl. "Sy... Ma'am, you all right?"
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Sept 8, 2021 20:24:36 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]The peace and stillness didn't last long, as suddenly the ship was jostled violently once more. This time, there was nothing the pilot could do to even attempt to stabilize it, and she barely had time to shield herself from another explosion. While her arms were raised, the ship rocked again, throwing her forward against her console before tossing her out of her seat. Syl felt the familiar cracks of breaking ribs, as well as the instant pain in her left forearm that was deeper than the burns she received. Groaning, she used her right hand to push herself onto her back, her gaze lifting to the brilliant colors that filled the viewscreen. If this was how she died... Syl couldn't think of a better way to go. It was definitely preferable over being murdered by an abusive partner, or wasting away in a labor camp. Eliska's voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she grimaced at the formal correction. Being called ma'am would sound weird coming from anyone... But especially from her. They'd have to figure something else out. "I'm alive," she called back, which resulted in a coughing fit from the smoke that was filling the Bridge, which in turn resulted to her crying out in pain as the convulsions flexed her fractured ribs. "Think I'm gonna stay down here until we get engines back, though... It's safer." The last sentence was her usual use of humor to push back the panic she'd be feeling if she let herself think about the gravity of the situation. Were there even any engineers left alive to get the engines back on?
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Sept 8, 2021 20:35:42 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Corridors]
Cerjess had been in the science labs, pouring over the information that his crew mates were processing on the Bridge. It didn't take him long to put the pieces together to figure out they had been caught in a graviton ellipse. Thankfully, before he could contact anyone the power was shut down, indicating those on the Bridge had already reached the same conclusion. There really wasn't anything he could do in the labs at this point, so the Trill decided to make himself useful by going out in search of anyone that might have been injured. Unfortunately that took quite a bit of time, as he was forced to crawl through the Jeffries tubes since the lifts were powered down. He was climbing up a ladder in the cramped tube when he heard someone banging and calling out. Adrenaline filled him and he climbed faster, trying to locate the source of the commotion. By the time he reached the hatch, the banging had stopped, but if he listened closely he could still hear cries of intense pain. Tumbling from the hatch rather unceremoniously, the scientist quickly picked himself up and followed the voice. Turning the corner, he saw the Chief Engineer on the deck, covered in blood and cutting her own clothing away from a piece of debris that was embedded in her abdomen. "Chief!" he called out, hurrying over to kneel beside the other Trill. "It's alright. Stop moving. Let me do it." He certainly wasn't a doctor, but he knew the basics of how to keep someone alive. Hopefully.
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
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Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Sept 8, 2021 20:59:16 GMT
[ SCPO Kaya Som | Deck down from the bridge, T-intersection ]The angle and the pain and the heaving of the ship interfered with Kaya's ability to cut open her clothes with the knife which wasn't designed for this sort of thing. She was beginning to shake from the shock. It was then that Miren appeared, awkward Cerjess Miren from Science, one of the few other Trills in the large crew. They had the kind of relationship where they nodded to each other in the mess in Trills-among-humans unity, but that was about it. Regardless, him being Trill was a comfort. Him being a doctor would have been more of a comfort. "H-h-here," she said handing over the knife hand trembling. "D'Amato's dead," she said of the motionless body a little ways away. "Oh, careful careful careful careful careful," Kaya whimpered in a high-pitched voice as Cerjess moved to begin the work. To keep herself from interfering, she used her hands to brace herself. "It's in the ban, I think it's in the ban." Cerjess would understand. It was a bit of physiology unlike any other species in the Federation, vestigial in almost every individual of the population but vital the survival of their symbiont neighbors. The pouch had an isolated blood supply and a specialized bundle of nerves, like a sleeping proto-brain. It was kept healthy and dormant by a unique flow of hormones but trauma flooded it, waking it up, the thin tissue that normally held it shut threatening to unseal. It wasn't supposed to do that, not unless there was a symbiont nearby. [fn]Riffing![/fn] Syl O'Connell (Cerjess)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
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Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 9, 2021 7:12:11 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]Kellen Gates tried to duck away from the relative stranger's touch, but it was too late. She'd flicked him. It wasn't a new sensation for the young man; he'd been flicked in the ear quite a few times in his youth by his older sister. He did understand what Kova was saying, it was just not easy for him to modulate his behaviour and responses sometimes, especially ones set by the routine of practice, like medicine. It's not that he was a pessimist by nature, in fact, he almost always came across as a contented fellow, mostly keen to look on the bright side of life, but his first instinct was rarely to coddle or to fudge. It was the area of his practical studies where he failed constantly: bedside manner. "I am a realist, Kova," he told her, but he did appear a little apologetic. It hadn't been his intention to make things worse at all, but what was waiting for them outside the viewport had perhaps shaken him more than he was letting on. He looked at the orange bursts of light, and then back at the Salmon-Man. "I need to strap him in. You should strap in, too." And with that, another great shock rattled the ship, and he was sent to his knees. He crawled toward the server and wasted no time in undoing his once-pristine white apron. Then, with jerky movements, he wrapped the ties around one of the bolted-down table columns. He removed his own utility belt, the one that contained his trusty supplies, and strapped himself by the forearms to the legs of a chair. Once secure, he offered an arm to his Andorian helper. Then it hit. ~~~ Kellen Gates was relatively unscathed, he thought, though he did take a few moments while everything became still to check in with all the many, various parts of himself. All the important ones were still intact. He loosed himself and pushed himself up to his knees, wide, owlish eyes scanning in the strange light for casualties. "Kova," he called, "Are you alright?"
His next thoughts were that someone should set up a triage here in the Lounge, followed immediately by the desire to head straight to the Bridge and found out what was going on. Or find out if there was anyone left to tell him.
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, U.S.S. Mac ] Perhaps there was supposed to be some profound revelation to come from Gates' lips. Wasn't there supposed to be some collection of words that hinted at enlightenment and understanding? If there was, then someone had certainly forgotten to clue in the medic whose only response was that he was a realist. The Andorian wasn't certain if the moment was lost on him or her for expecting more. The ship shook once more beneath their feet, reminding them of the crisis that they were in. Gates immediately dove back into the Starfleet role of protecting others, as he announced he needed to strap in the patient, cautioning her to do the same. Kova waved off the sentiment, but was prepared to do just that. At least until she noticed some officer in civilian dress. It appeared that his arm was broken or something. He didn't seem to be able to secure himself. The Andorian cursed. How was this her job? She quickly helped to strap in the injured man, and was about to see after herself. Gates arm was right there for her to grab. She could swear that her hand was barely centimeters from his when she felt herself pulled in the opposite direction. The shake felt so violent, that Kova could have sworn her feet actually left the ground. Regardless, momentum seem to send her crashing down onto a table that was too stubborn to break. She rolled off, and had additional insult to injury as a chessboard fell upon her, and some of the remaining pieces rolled off the table onto her. Kova's eyes were closed until they slowly opened. Opening them was a mistake. It felt that the moment her eyes opened, the pain set in wishing to be seen as well. There was a gash just above her eye. Her eyebrow and even her hair were stained with her own blue blood. A few groans left her lips as she reconciled that she actually was still alive. On top of that, she could hear Gates, asking after her to see if she was all right. Kova bit her bottom lip frustrated not only at the situation she was in, but the question that Gates had asked as well. "I'm fan-fucking-tastic!" the Andorian replied, her lips curled into as she gave an annoyed sigh. Clearly, she had wanted to put it into terms that Gates could understand. "All right? What do you think?!" she called back at him. She rolled onto her side, and then her knees as she prepared to lift herself to her feet.
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Sept 9, 2021 11:45:55 GMT
[Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac]
Now that his head had stopped swimming so much, he could see that there was movement in the near darkness of the ruined bridge. He also heard the commander calling out, asking if anyone needed assistance. He blinked, willing himself back to some semblance of self as he once again inspected his wounds with a slightly clearer head. That arm was definitely broken, but thankfully it seemed that it had decided to remain within it's original container. A small blessing, as that decreased the chance for infection at least, although there was also the open wounds to worry about.
Of course, none of that mattered if they died to radiation poisoning, so upon hearing that, he set to work trying to power his station back up. Hopefully, it wasn't completely fried, although it didn't seem to have blown like some of the rest. Then again, he might have already been on the floor by that point.
It was tough going, working one handed, but before he could worry too much about himself, they at least needed tactical back online. However, he couldn't put it off forever.
"Pretty sure I've got a broken arm over here, if anyone gets a minute", he winced through the pain. He was going to need to move that arm off the console once it was powered up again. That wasn't going to be fun. He'd need a makeshift splint of some sort, but ideally he was going to need a helping hand with that.
What happened though, next served to help take his mind off it a little. They were moving? How was that possible? He wished he could say it was the hands of the Prophets guiding them to safety somehow, but despite his faith, he was something of a realist. What now?
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Thea Baker
Command
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Post by Thea Baker on Sept 9, 2021 13:56:14 GMT
[ Mila - Bridge, USS Mac] At first Mila thought that the voices that she was hearing were figments of her imagination. However as the dizziness began to clear, realised that she hadn't gone crazy. That was definitely a relief as reality resumed and reminds her of the danger that they still faced. " Ow" she responded to what Rin had asked, before Commander Ellis spoke to them all. Her words acted like a stimulant to the Bolian's brain, as Mila returned to her still useless console. Knowing it wouldn't do her any good to hit it and cause further damage to herself. Mila turned back to face the others as Bremmer saw to O'Connell and Rin mentioned his broken arm. That triggered Mila to try and locate the emergency medkit, allowing her to focus on something other than the fact that the ship was moving. Nothing made sense anymore as she had prepared herself to meet death. Of course that was likely still inevitable as she found the medkit and made her way over to Tactical. " I'm no Doctor but I can use a Osteogenic Stimulator and it should help until we can get to Sickbay" she offered, ignoring her own pain as she opened the medkit.
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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 Sept 9, 2021 17:07:13 GMT
[Ensign Nork - Bridge, USS Mac]Nork was the first one on his feet. He was injured, of course, his ship had just been ingested by a spatial anomaly and he was not immortal, but he was in better shape than everyone else. The Vulcan carefully dabbed at the blood on his cheekbone with the sleeve of his uniform. The green stain against the dark colour of the material was barely noticeable, and thus, he remained presentable. The Commander requested several things, all at the same time, which could potentially cause confusion. Particularly for the younger, more inexperienced members of the crew, or the humans. Nork concluded that it would not be helpful to point out her error, and decided instead to be the one to make the journey to Engineering. The others did not appear to be up to the task - not physically. And probably not intellectually, either. Ensign Nork was in the Operations Department, but that did not necessarily mean that was where his skills began and ended. There were twelve strings to the Vulcan lute, was there not? "I will brave the journey to Engineering, Commander, and restore our power." Without waiting for acknowledgement (there was simply no time to waste), Nork executed a perfect turn and swept from the Bridge, not once looking back at the carnage behind him. [To Engineering]It seemed that Chief Som had devised a relay communication system. It was immensely crude, but might have proven effective, had half of the chain not perished or become incapacitated during the short period of time it had taken the graviton ellipse to draw them inside. Without slowing down, Nork simply walked around the bodies. Some were still, others were squirming, but it would not be a logical use of his time to stop and render medical assistance. Without power they would all perish. Once he reached the lower Engineering deck, Nork assumed command. "I am assuming command."There were some moans and groans, but he assumed that was a result of injury and not sentiments of dissent. Within 90 seconds, he would begin bringing essential systems back online, in order of what he deemed most important.
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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 Sept 9, 2021 17:55:02 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge USS Mac]Felicity had stopped moving and was busy trying to peel her sleeves back and away from her burned skin, grimacing all the while. She'd realised quickly that she was useless to anyone else until she sorted out her hands. If needed, she could impart instructions to anyone providing medical care, but for now, until she got medical attention herself, all she could do was talk. At the sound of the Vulcan's voice, she looked up. "Thank you, Ensign Nork, that would be... great..." She trailed off as he hadn't waited around for her response. He was already halfway to the door. She shook her head and then refocused again on her hands. Her grandmother always said never to look a gift horse in the mouth. Once she'd pulled her sleeves back with minimum of groans, she started walking around the platform. It seemed like everyone was injured, but most of them were awake and even speaking to each other. Bremmer was intent on O'Connell, and Rin was in Mila's hands. She glanced over toward the communications console, aware that she had yet to hear from their normally stoic Betazoid. She approached. "Ensign Vulbrix, are you alright?"
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