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 Sept 9, 2021 18:23:56 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ]Syl's wince, to Eliska's eyes, had little to do with pain. Right, she had never ma'amed her before, there had been no need. And she didn't like that much. In fact, Bremmer didn't much like it either. And her response, followed by cough that visibly wracked her with pain, weren't exactly calculated to make the Petty Officer feel any better about her condition. But at least, she still had a sense of humour, so all was not lost all right. "Pretty hard to fall from the deck, Ms O'Connell," Eliska replied with a bit of a grin while she cracked open the medical kit. It was hardly a medical officer's full field kit, but it was what everyone in Starfleet was trained to use. Which meant, there was also some pain management solutions at her disposal. "Let's get you a little more comfortable, all right?"Finding the hypospray, that was easy. Finding the correct two ampules she needed, took a little longer. But before long she had an injection of painkillers, and one of a triox compound, hissing into Syl's neck. "That should help with the pain and help you breathe a little easier. Just holler if you need anything." Before standing up at the helmsman's side, Bremmer gave her shoulder a gentle, even tender squeeze, and then looked the Bridge over, seeking anyone who might need assistance and wasn't getting it.
tag Syl O'Connell Soft to remainder of the Bridge
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
[TI21]
Posts: 130 Likes: 6
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Communications
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Sept 9, 2021 20:47:14 GMT
{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{Quoted Posts} [ Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] "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. [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. It can't be."We're moving!"
Tags: Bridge. [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. [Felicity Ellis - Bridge USS Mac]Once she'd pulled her sleeves back with a 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?"
Tag: Myker Vulbrix [ Ensign Vulbrix - Bridge - USS Mac] More people seemed to come around, Myk heard voices and the words of Zakir ow is definitely an understatement. the words echoed in his mind but remained unspoken, unbeknown to the Betazoid. The ringing in his ears continued, Myker hoped it would eventually fade because it would drive him to insanity. The Betazoid continued to support himself on the desk, afraid if he stepped away he’d hit the deck quite literally. Despite the words from their commanding officer, he couldn’t tell if they were moving or if it was his head spinning. He felt drunk without the fun of actually consuming any alcohol. His mind was foggy, a blur of noise, voices, pain and lots of dying. It only took the Betazoid a moment longer to realise the knock to the head had sent the shield’s he used to filter others out crashing down. Now everyone was bleeding into his mind whether they wanted to or not. The Vulcan voice grated on him, bouncing around in his mind, condescending in a way so professional one couldn’t complain but Myker grumbled and rolled his dark eyes. He glanced around the bridge, having noticed several injuries and the lack of medically equipped personnel. Although the ones there were doing what they could. Myker was using the comm’s desk to hold himself upright, his palms flat on the surface, when he heard Ellis ask him a question. It took him a moment to catch on, her voice drifting between the many others, were they underwater or was that just him? He shook his head fiercely again ignoring the nausea the action brought before speaking to the commander, ”I will be.” He wasn’t sure if the answer had been spoken in words, his mind scattered in a million pieces like he was doing a million different things. He looked at his console, dead like many of the crew, they were all inevitably headed there. The building blocks of his mind slowly fell back into place, shutting out the screams, cries and silences that had been bombarding his psionics since he regained consciousness. ”Are you okay?” The Betazoid returned the question although the Commander certainly looked worse for wear. He saw the burns she’d suffered most likely one of many amongst their crew to have done so. " You need to get that taken care of.” He noted although she was likely aware, there was a flash of sympathy in his features; she'd be unable to accomplish much with the extent of those burns, which was probably true of a good number of the crew that were still alive. Their odds were looking slimmer by the second. ”I can work on getting comms online, but without power we’re sitting ducks.” His talent for stating the obvious clearly unaffected by a communications panel to the head. Myker wasn’t even sure what they were sitting ducks for but it was uncomfortable being so powerless, literally. Felicity Ellis for Felicity, soft tags for the 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 Sept 10, 2021 6:43:25 GMT
"Exactly my point," she replied with a grin. Syl wasn't very fond of being called "Ms." either, but it was better than "ma'am". Trying her best to remain still as Eliska searched the kit, the pilot nearly nodded in consent for whatever treatment could be provided. The slight sting of the hypospray against her neck was equally as familiar a sensation as the fractured bones, but was far more welcome. "I'll probably need help up when we get power back." While she knew she'd be able to fly the ship just fine - after all, she had flown the Erudite in far worse condition than this - even the thought of sitting up made her ribs contract painfully. So while she felt rather pathetic laying on the floor waiting, she knew there was nothing she could do at the current moment, so might as well give the painkillers a chance to kick in and avoid any further injuries as much as possible.
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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 Sept 10, 2021 6:53:05 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Corridors]Cerjess was slightly surprised the engineer didn't refuse his help, and mildly wondered if she had mistaken his blue collar as meaning he was in medical. Her insistent reminding him to be careful put that thought to rest, though. He ignored her pleas, as there was only so much he could do to be gentle while using the not-meant-for-clothing knife to cut the blood soaked fabric away from the impalement. Her following statement, however, made his hands pause and he quickly looked up at her. "Are you joined?" Hopefully she would have said something sooner if she were, but shock did crazy things to people. Focusing his attention back on what he was doing, he carefully peeled away the rest of the fabric to reveal the wound. It was bad, there was no dying that. If it had penetrated the ban, that added a whole other heap of problems. She needed to get to Sickbay, but with the transporters down like the rest of their systems, moving her might do more harm than good...
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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 Sept 10, 2021 13:38:38 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Corridors]Cerjess was slightly surprised the engineer didn't refuse his help, and mildly wondered if she had mistaken his blue collar as meaning he was in medical. Her insistent reminding him to be careful put that thought to rest, though. He ignored her pleas, as there was only so much he could do to be gentle while using the not-meant-for-clothing knife to cut the blood soaked fabric away from the impalement. Her following statement, however, made his hands pause and he quickly looked up at her. "Are you joined?" Hopefully she would have said something sooner if she were, but shock did crazy things to people. Focusing his attention back on what he was doing, he carefully peeled away the rest of the fabric to reveal the wound. It was bad, there was no dying that. If it had penetrated the ban, that added a whole other heap of problems. She needed to get to Sickbay, but with the transporters down like the rest of their systems, moving her might do more harm than good... [ SCPO Kaya Som | Corridors ]Oh, the look Kaya gave Cerjess. "No! Vek'tema!" [fn]Trill strong expletive.[/fn] She wasn't sure why she responded so strongly, just that in the moment she resented him for asking. It wasn't an invasive question, not at all, and certainly medically necessary, but with the ship breaking up around them, Kaya was struck with a paranoia that it would affect if he'd help her or not. Some people were like that, even the unjoined. "I have to go to Sickbay. Is there even a Sickbay anymore? What hit us?" Cerjess had come from somewhere - he had to know something. Syl O'Connell (Cerjess)
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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 Sept 10, 2021 15:40:41 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.
Tag Rin Zakir soft tags all [ Lt. JG Rin Zakir Bridge - USS Mac] It seemed as though someone had heard his request for assistance, as Mila appeared at his side with a med kit. She offered him an Osteogenic Stimulator to help with the initial healing process, which he gladly allowed her to apply. "Thanks. need a splint, ideally, but then there's nothing ideal about this situation huh?", he thanked her with a small smile, knowing full well that they would have to make do with what they had for now. Beggars could not be choosers, and at least he wasn't dead...yet. "What about you though? Don't forget to take care of yourself too", he then reminded her. Ellis had made sure to tell them all to end to their own injuries first, but it seemed as though the bolian had gotten off pretty lightly, compared to some of them. With power slowly coming back online, the tactical console finally lit up, which was good as he kind of needed that, but bad because in order to use it he was going to have to move his arm. "Tactical is online!", he announced over the hiss of the various relays that probably wouldn't be joining it any time soon. He sucked in a breath as he moved his arm just enough to get a clear view of the readings that were now coming. Tears pricked at his eyes as he evened his breathing and attempted to concentrate on his job. At least, he was pretty sure they would want a further damage report and to know why they were moving. "Structural integrity 52%, hull breach on decks 14 and 18, emergency forcefields now in place.", he called out, fingers moving at almost light speed on his good hand as he focused on his duty (not to mention his breathing). He hoped to the Prophets that no one had been in those sections when they blew. "Shields are gone, but something has raised shields around us. Stand by..." He keyed more commands into his flickering screen, praying that it would hold out long enough to get the info they needed. "There's vessel, it's locked onto us with a tractor beam and is pulling us along. Identifying now.", he continued, and although the process didn't take too long, he needed another split second to double check his readings. What the...? Never mind what, why or how, he lifted his head to face the commander, now confident in what he was seeing. "It's Federation!"
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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 Sept 10, 2021 16:12:25 GMT
[Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac]
Feeling and senses returned, and Shavan soon reoriented himself; meanwhile, others had likewise begun to stir and speak. As he braced himself against the wall, his own injuries grew more painfully apparent: his arm was definitely broken, and he probably had a broken collarbone and dislocated shoulder as well. Burns from the exploding conduit ran down both arms, across his chest and one side of his face, the tip of one antenna singed. A few gashes on his leg from the debris sent green blood seeping into the torn black fabric of his uniform. Just great.
Clenching his jaw and fighting past the pain, after a few moments Shavan pulled himself to his feet and stumbled back to his console. The station beside him was still agonizingly vacant.
He did not immediately call out for help- surely others were injured worse. Instead he gripped the station for support with one hand and tried to focus, to stay present and assess the situation. He couldn’t afford to worry about anything else right now. Naturally, they could expect to keep being tossed around by the gravimetric shears, with the strain on the ship stronger now that they were inside the anomaly. And whatever else awaited them, whatever was pulling them, he had to deal with it and get as much information as possible.
Though other questions crossed his mind too, like is Ic alright and— the most pressing question soon became apparent. How is another Federation ship alive in here?
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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 Sept 10, 2021 17:25:22 GMT
[ Mila - Bridge, USS Mac] Activating the medical device was easy enough, once Rin allowed her to help with his broken arm. Although Mila took extra care as she began to use it, glad that she had recently done more field medic training. Not that she expected to use her refreshed skills so soon. But realistically no one had anticipated this and yet it made the Bolian more appreciative of the fact that she could help. " I'm glad I could help and no unfortunately not" she agreed as Rin spoke to her, before showing concern about her. " I won't forget and thank you, it's nothing that a dermal regenerator won't fix".Mila knew that she had been lucky compared to the others on the Bridge. With systems starting to come back online and Rin's attention needed on his own console, Mila finished what she was doing and let him get back to work. Plus she would need to get back to her own station especially with Nork in Engineering. Although stopped for a second as Rin gave a report, digesting the information and wondered if she had heard the last part correctly. How?, followed by why? entered her mind and was left both curious and intrigued by this other ship. Her own care was forgotten for now as she sat at her own console and awaited orders. **************** [ Dr Marcus Harrison - Sickbay, USS Mac] Mahoney thankfully hadn't suffered any additional damage thanks to Marcus falling on her and even though, conditions weren't ideal. The Doctor was able to treat what he could before allowing Mahoney to get some much needed rest. Moving onto his next patient as his team worked around him. Marcus, barely took a second to breath, until a miracle happened in the form of the power coming back online. " Okay people, let's prioritise as we'll likely have more incoming wounded" he instructed, knowing that there would be a good chance of that happening. Taking a second to rehydrate, Marcus returned to work as the doors opened to reveal one of the emergency teams and two wounded Crewmen.
Soft tags Bridge from Mila
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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 10, 2021 19:15:36 GMT
{Spoiler}{Quotes: Ens. Vulbrix, Ens. Rin} [ Ensign Vulbrix - Bridge - USS Mac] More people seemed to come around, Myk heard voices and the words of Zakir ow is definitely an understatement. the words echoed in his mind but remained unspoken, unbeknown to the Betazoid. The ringing in his ears continued, Myker hoped it would eventually fade because it would drive him to insanity. The Betazoid continued to support himself on the desk, afraid if he stepped away he’d hit the deck quite literally. Despite the words from their commanding officer, he couldn’t tell if they were moving or if it was his head spinning. He felt drunk without the fun of actually consuming any alcohol. His mind was foggy, a blur of noise, voices, pain and lots of dying. It only took the Betazoid a moment longer to realise the knock to the head had sent the shield’s he used to filter others out crashing down. Now everyone was bleeding into his mind whether they wanted to or not. The Vulcan voice grated on him, bouncing around in his mind, condescending in a way so professional one couldn’t complain but Myker grumbled and rolled his dark eyes. He glanced around the bridge, having noticed several injuries and the lack of medically equipped personnel. Although the ones there were doing what they could. Myker was using the comm’s desk to hold himself upright, his palms flat on the surface, when he heard Ellis ask him a question. It took him a moment to catch on, her voice drifting between the many others, were they underwater or was that just him? He shook his head fiercely again ignoring the nausea the action brought before speaking to the commander, ”I will be.” He wasn’t sure if the answer had been spoken in words, his mind scattered in a million pieces like he was doing a million different things. He looked at his console, dead like many of the crew, they were all inevitably headed there. The building blocks of his mind slowly fell back into place, shutting out the screams, cries and silences that had been bombarding his psionics since he regained consciousness. ”Are you okay?” The Betazoid returned the question although the Commander certainly looked worse for wear. He saw the burns she’d suffered most likely one of many amongst their crew to have done so. " You need to get that taken care of.” He noted although she was likely aware, there was a flash of sympathy in his features; she'd be unable to accomplish much with the extent of those burns, which was probably true of a good number of the crew that were still alive. Their odds were looking slimmer by the second. ”I can work on getting comms online, but without power we’re sitting ducks.” His talent for stating the obvious clearly unaffected by a communications panel to the head. Myker wasn’t even sure what they were sitting ducks for but it was uncomfortable being so powerless, literally. [ Lt. JG Rin Zakir Bridge - USS Mac] It seemed as though someone had heard his request for assistance, as Mila appeared at his side with a med kit. She offered him an Osteogenic Stimulator to help with the initial healing process, which he gladly allowed her to apply. "Thanks. need a splint, ideally, but then there's nothing ideal about this situation huh?", he thanked her with a small smile, knowing full well that they would have to make do with what they had for now. Beggars could not be choosers, and at least he wasn't dead...yet. "What about you though? Don't forget to take care of yourself too", he then reminded her. Ellis had made sure to tell them all to end to their own injuries first, but it seemed as though the bolian had gotten off pretty lightly, compared to some of them. With power slowly coming back online, the tactical console finally lit up, which was good as he kind of needed that, but bad because in order to use it he was going to have to move his arm. "Tactical is online!", he announced over the hiss of the various relays that probably wouldn't be joining it any time soon. He sucked in a breath as he moved his arm just enough to get a clear view of the readings that were now coming. Tears pricked at his eyes as he evened his breathing and attempted to concentrate on his job. At least, he was pretty sure they would want a further damage report and to know why they were moving. "Structural integrity 52%, hull breach on decks 14 and 18, emergency forcefields now in place.", he called out, fingers moving at almost light speed on his good hand as he focused on his duty (not to mention his breathing). He hoped to the Prophets that no one had been in those sections when they blew. "Shields are gone, but something has raised shields around us. Stand by..." He keyed more commands into his flickering screen, praying that it would hold out long enough to get the info they needed. "There's vessel, it's locked onto us with a tractor beam and is pulling us along. Identifying now.", he continued, and although the process didn't take too long, he needed another split second to double check his readings. What the...? Never mind what, why or how, he lifted his head to face the commander, now confident in what he was seeing. "It's Federation!" [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]She was looking over him with a faint frown when Ensign Vulbrix told her that he would be okay. Immediately, she understood exactly what he meant. When he asked her in return, Felicity almost responded in the exact same way; as it would have been accurate. No, simply put, none of them were okay. But right now they had more pressing matters to contend with, and a job to do, so they'd just have to deal with the fallout and pain later. "I do," she agreed with his observation regarding her hands, glancing down quickly at the burned flesh, wondering how terrible it would look in the full light. But there were too many unknowns and unanswered questions for her to leave the Bridge at that moment. That did not mean, however, that everyone else was physically capable of staying. Mentally, she was scratching off the list of names in her mind as she saw the corresponding faces. She came up short one. "Anyone got eyes on Arbrell?" She called, remembering that the scientist had been thrown quite violently once they'd made contact with the ellipse. Her own gaze fell on Th'zhaar, who looked as rough as she felt. When the Betazoid officer at the station in front of her mentioned his desire to get comms back online, she nodded. "We should know pretty soon if Nork has been successful."And then, as if by cosmic collaboration, Rin called out that he had Tactical. Trying to keep her hands and forearms as still as possible, Felicity turned toward him, eyes wide and alert; ready to receive this all-important status report. She could not decide if it was worse or better than she'd hoped. Some damage was obviously a given. Hull breaches, several decks compromised, but mostly intact. No shields... At least, not their own shields. Someone else, it seemed, was either lending a hand or dragging them off somewhere quiet to finish the job and pick them clean. Hearing Rin say they were Federation was the second biggest shock that Commander Ellis had experienced that day. =/\= "Ensign Nork to Bridge. I have successfully restored power to critical systems. The remaining, functioning members of the Engineering department provided limited but satisfactory assistance." =/\= She had no time, nor inclination, to pull the Vulcan up on this comms etiquette. To be fair, the way things were going, she wasn't sure there'd ever be an appropriate time to discuss something that seemed so completely irrelevant to them at that moment. Instead, she'd take what she could get, no matter how poorly it was delivered. "Mr. Vulbrix, time to ring their bell. Hail them until they respond." She turned back around toward Tactical. "I need a full report on our defensive capabilities, Ensign, and this mystery ship's. What, if anything, have we got left at our disposal should this turn nastier. Ensign Mila, check in with all of our Medical personnel, find out where they are, and what they need." Her eyes reached Lt. Th'zhaar. "Science, it would be good to know how long we've got." She started to move on, but her gaze flashed back. Then she paused, stepped backwards and addressed everyone. "Do what you can. Once you've done it, get to Sickbay if you need to."They'd lost a lot and somehow, they were still all here. Felicity intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.
Tags: Rin Zakir , Myker Vulbrix , Shavan Th'zhaar , Thea Baker (Mila). Soft: Ic Arbrell , Eliska Bremmer , 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 Sept 10, 2021 19:40:53 GMT
[ 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. [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]"I was just wondering if you were alive; that's all," Gates intoned as he turned from her direction to check on Salmon-Man. He did not know the Andorian well enough to tell if her powerful sarcasm was a result of fair health or mortal wounding, but as she was able to move and roll herself into a stance, he assumed it was more the former. Salmon-Man was very still, his eyes staring upward toward the ceiling but unseeing. Kellen Gates did not need to check for a pulse, nor pull out his tricorder to scan, but he did anyway. It was procedure. "He's gone."The patient had taken a fatal blow to the head during the worst of the turbulence. The young medic swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as he wondered if Salmon-Man's injury was sustained as a result of Gates' fastening him to the table. He forced himself to look away. There were others. Others he could help better than he had Salmon-Man. He hadn't even asked for his name. "Everyone stay where you are!" He called out once he'd noticed that some of the crew were stirring. "If you are injured, remain in a lying position and raise your arm if you can. I will come to you."
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
[TI21]
Posts: 130 Likes: 6
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Communications
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Sept 10, 2021 20:41:59 GMT
{Quoted Posts} {Spoiler}{Spoiler}{Quotes: Ens. Vulbrix, Ens. Rin} [ Ensign Vulbrix - Bridge - USS Mac] More people seemed to come around, Myk heard voices and the words of Zakir ow is definitely an understatement. the words echoed in his mind but remained unspoken, unbeknown to the Betazoid. The ringing in his ears continued, Myker hoped it would eventually fade because it would drive him to insanity. The Betazoid continued to support himself on the desk, afraid if he stepped away he’d hit the deck quite literally. Despite the words from their commanding officer, he couldn’t tell if they were moving or if it was his head spinning. He felt drunk without the fun of actually consuming any alcohol. His mind was foggy, a blur of noise, voices, pain and lots of dying. It only took the Betazoid a moment longer to realise the knock to the head had sent the shield’s he used to filter others out crashing down. Now everyone was bleeding into his mind whether they wanted to or not. The Vulcan voice grated on him, bouncing around in his mind, condescending in a way so professional one couldn’t complain but Myker grumbled and rolled his dark eyes. He glanced around the bridge, having noticed several injuries and the lack of medically equipped personnel. Although the ones there were doing what they could. Myker was using the comm’s desk to hold himself upright, his palms flat on the surface, when he heard Ellis ask him a question. It took him a moment to catch on, her voice drifting between the many others, were they underwater or was that just him? He shook his head fiercely again ignoring the nausea the action brought before speaking to the commander, ”I will be.” He wasn’t sure if the answer had been spoken in words, his mind scattered in a million pieces like he was doing a million different things. He looked at his console, dead like many of the crew, they were all inevitably headed there. The building blocks of his mind slowly fell back into place, shutting out the screams, cries and silences that had been bombarding his psionics since he regained consciousness. ”Are you okay?” The Betazoid returned the question although the Commander certainly looked worse for wear. He saw the burns she’d suffered most likely one of many amongst their crew to have done so. " You need to get that taken care of.” He noted although she was likely aware, there was a flash of sympathy in his features; she'd be unable to accomplish much with the extent of those burns, which was probably true of a good number of the crew that were still alive. Their odds were looking slimmer by the second. ”I can work on getting comms online, but without power we’re sitting ducks.” His talent for stating the obvious clearly unaffected by a communications panel to the head. Myker wasn’t even sure what they were sitting ducks for but it was uncomfortable being so powerless, literally. [ Lt. JG Rin Zakir Bridge - USS Mac] It seemed as though someone had heard his request for assistance, as Mila appeared at his side with a med kit. She offered him an Osteogenic Stimulator to help with the initial healing process, which he gladly allowed her to apply. "Thanks. need a splint, ideally, but then there's nothing ideal about this situation huh?", he thanked her with a small smile, knowing full well that they would have to make do with what they had for now. Beggars could not be choosers, and at least he wasn't dead...yet. "What about you though? Don't forget to take care of yourself too", he then reminded her. Ellis had made sure to tell them all to end to their own injuries first, but it seemed as though the bolian had gotten off pretty lightly, compared to some of them. With power slowly coming back online, the tactical console finally lit up, which was good as he kind of needed that, but bad because in order to use it he was going to have to move his arm. "Tactical is online!", he announced over the hiss of the various relays that probably wouldn't be joining it any time soon. He sucked in a breath as he moved his arm just enough to get a clear view of the readings that were now coming. Tears pricked at his eyes as he evened his breathing and attempted to concentrate on his job. At least, he was pretty sure they would want a further damage report and to know why they were moving. "Structural integrity 52%, hull breach on decks 14 and 18, emergency forcefields now in place.", he called out, fingers moving at almost light speed on his good hand as he focused on his duty (not to mention his breathing). He hoped to the Prophets that no one had been in those sections when they blew. "Shields are gone, but something has raised shields around us. Stand by..." He keyed more commands into his flickering screen, praying that it would hold out long enough to get the info they needed. "There's vessel, it's locked onto us with a tractor beam and is pulling us along. Identifying now.", he continued, and although the process didn't take too long, he needed another split second to double check his readings. What the...? Never mind what, why or how, he lifted his head to face the commander, now confident in what he was seeing. "It's Federation!" [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]She was looking over him with a faint frown when Ensign Vulbrix told her that he would be okay. Immediately, she understood exactly what he meant. When he asked her in return, Felicity almost responded in the exact same way; as it would have been accurate. No, simply put, none of them were okay. But right now they had more pressing matters to contend with, and a job to do, so they'd just have to deal with the fallout and pain later. "I do," she agreed with his observation regarding her hands, glancing down quickly at the burned flesh, wondering how terrible it would look in the full light. But there were too many unknowns and unanswered questions for her to leave the Bridge at that moment. That did not mean, however, that everyone else was physically capable of staying. Mentally, she was scratching off the list of names in her mind as she saw the corresponding faces. She came up short one. "Anyone got eyes on Arbrell?" She called, remembering that the scientist had been thrown quite violently once they'd made contact with the ellipse. Her own gaze fell on Th'zhaar, who looked as rough as she felt. When the Betazoid officer at the station in front of her mentioned his desire to get comms back online, she nodded. "We should know pretty soon if Nork has been successful."And then, as if by cosmic collaboration, Rin called out that he had Tactical. Trying to keep her hands and forearms as still as possible, Felicity turned toward him, eyes wide and alert; ready to receive this all-important status report. She could not decide if it was worse or better than she'd hoped. Some damage was obviously a given. Hull breaches, several decks compromised, but mostly intact. No shields... At least, not their own shields. Someone else, it seemed, was either lending a hand or dragging them off somewhere quiet to finish the job and pick them clean. Hearing Rin say they were Federation was the second biggest shock that Commander Ellis had experienced that day. =/\= "Ensign Nork to Bridge. I have successfully restored power to critical systems. The remaining, functioning members of the Engineering department provided limited but satisfactory assistance." =/\= She had no time, nor inclination, to pull the Vulcan up on this comms etiquette. To be fair, the way things were going, she wasn't sure there'd ever be an appropriate time to discuss something that seemed so completely irrelevant to them at that moment. Instead, she'd take what she could get, no matter how poorly it was delivered. "Mr. Vulbrix, time to ring their bell. Hail them until they respond." She turned back around toward Tactical. "I need a full report on our defensive capabilities, Ensign, and this mystery ship's. What, if anything, have we got left at our disposal should this turn nastier. Ensign Mila, check in with all of our Medical personnel, find out where they are, and what they need." Her eyes reached Lt. Th'zhaar. "Science, it would be good to know how long we've got." She started to move on, but her gaze flashed back. Then she paused, stepped backwards and addressed everyone. "Do what you can. Once you've done it, get to Sickbay if you need to."They'd lost a lot and somehow, they were still all here. Felicity intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.
Tags: Rin Zakir , Myker Vulbrix , Shavan Th'zhaar , Thea Baker (Mila). Soft: Ic Arbrell , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell [Ensign Vulbrix - Bridge] Myker noted the frown on the commander's face, his own features neutral even against the pain, she understood. They had bigger fish to fry than their own troubles, while he was alive and functional Myker would do everything he could to assist with keeping the rest of the crew alive or what was left of them. Even with very little hope of making it out, Myker would do what he could. His own mind was once again sound, barriers created between him and the many lives around him. Lives that seemed to be diminishing by the second. Myker had every intention to make the comms functional, with or without power. Even getting a distress beacon made would be an advantage in his opinion. It wasn't like things could get any worse. As his thoughts went to the comm badges for a brief moment, he heard the distinct whir of the ships equipment firing up. He never thought he'd be so thankful for that sound, it had been sorely missed. Mostly because without their equipment they stood no chance. "Looks like Nork came through after all." He said ever deadpan in his tone although eternally grateful to the Vulcan. Then the reports came in, one by one as the systems came back online. I liked them better when they were off he thought eyes flicking to the comms panel as it flickered on, ever willing to do its job. "Comms are back online." he noted moving so he could work effectively at the station. His attention snapping back to tactical at the mention of a Federation ship. The unanswered questions just kept piling up. Order were given and Myker worked to follow through with little more than a nod, they were in crisis; he didn't think words or acknowledgement were all that urgent at that moment. =/\= Unknown Federation Vessel, This is the USS Mac, do you copy?=/\= the comms indicated the hail had been sent but no response came, so Myk sent another with exactly the same wording. Still the channel remained quiet, only static joined the ringing in the Betazoid's ears. Myker had lost count of the amount of hails he'd sent before a response came through, "Commander they're responding." he noted looking to see who was on the other side, before his face visibly conveyed his confusion and the stoic Betazoid malfunctioned. "It's us...It's the Mac." Maybe he'd hit his head a little harder than he'd thought. Felicity Ellis and Bridge Crew
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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 Sept 10, 2021 21:00:10 GMT
[Ensign Ic Arbrell— Bridge, USS Mac]
He lay crumpled near the steps on the opposite side of the bridge now. The first inhale when he came back from the sudden dark crush of impact delivered a pain worse than the initial collision, at once as sharp and shooting as it was tender. With forceful urgency, reflex closed the flow of air, refusing him breath. The clenching of his jaw was impossible before he even tried. A fearful shift of unready muscles revealed others’ wounds throughout his body before he understood his own.
They were all still here (thank the Prophets, God, Deities— echoed from around the ship, a little quieter than it had been), all scattered across the bridge now, but breathing. He tried to focus on the ones who were breathing, but he felt as if he must have assumed the pulse of every still-beating heart. On the bridge, he could feel broken arms, fractured ribs, burns, burns, burns in red and green. Green he let settle in with the absolute verge of its heat, throbbing in his shoulder.
(There was silence in other chambers, other decks, warping around his nerves. It was numbness in the periphery of a grim and desperate press for more. Only thanks to Rin’s nearby concentration did he remember his own lungs. They struggled, one uninflating, but they still moved.)
When he caught his name fluttering by on that familiar savor of thought he promised to try not to hear, and again from the Captain in the sickness of the air, Ic fought to prove himself alive beyond the instinctual effort of an ineffectual psychic reach. I’m okay. The Betazoid felt the soreness of his own reality now as he tried to move, but found his progress interrupted by the announcement of company within the ellipse.
—within the ellipse. Physical state be damned, he needed to know.
“It’s not... Voyager, is it?” Ic croaked weakly, a fragile sound from a damaged chest, as he struggled to his feet to return to stability (to Shavan)— to the science stations. Station, rather, as he noted with a detached nausea that his seemed to have suffered its own injuries. He focused on the shifting tones of blue and green ahead of him; he always did so much better when his attention was on something he— hm. A tentative gaze rested on the wounds of his lieutenant as he moved. “Even if the ellipse... is associated with.. a temporal distortion... I mean, who knows?... Maybe that’s what... graviton ellipses are hiding… But why would they— ”
“It's us,” he heard Vulbrix say nearby. “It's the Mac.”
“No fucking way.”
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Enola
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 341 Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Species: Romulan-Vulcan
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Post by Enola on Sept 10, 2021 21:11:17 GMT
[Ensign Enola - Intelligence Suite -> Corridors - USS Mac]
Enola spent the next while sitting down, trying to survive the heavy shaking of the ship without another scratch. She did feel a little useless in the small suite, but what the hell was she supposed to do? She didn't avert her suspicious gaze from the thing, and her hand clutched the nearest thing she could hold onto. However, she reflexively flinched as a few sparks rained down above her. Oh, she loved this office already, and was really glad she hadn't finished setting it up yet.
But anyway, after almost getting showered by some sparks the second time, she pulled herself up and took a closer look before leaving the intelligence suite. While it was o a risk, it was also not an option for her to hole up in this suite. Her concern and curiosity about this ball of energy and color was just too great.
Well, the condition in the corridors was not exactly different from the one in the intelligence suite. Her eyes wandered and at the sight of a dead body, an ice-cold shiver ran down her spine. She knelt down and took the person's wrist to feel for a pulse. However, it was as she assumed: dead. Sighing, she stood up again and kept walking, even though it was difficult for her. She could do nothing, and surely this was not the only corpse lying on the ship at the moment. Since there was banging everywhere, it was difficult for the half-Vulcan to hear voices of non-dead people through it. Nevertheless, she succeeded. As if automatically, she changed her course and walked towards the two voices. "Do you need help with anything?" she asked, approaching from behind, hoping not to startle anyone.
Tag Kaya Som Syl O'Connell (Cerjess)
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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 Sept 11, 2021 13:22:43 GMT
[Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac]
The Commander asked how long they had, and luckily, despite a crack in the screen his console was powering on. With the Mac already caught in the tractor beam, it wasn’t long. “Twenty seconds until they have us.” Focus returning, spurred along by the impossibility of the situation and ignoring the burns, his fingers moved across the screen again. “And— approximately two hours before until the ellipse returns to subspace and takes us all with it.”
He shifted slightly to make room for Ic (alive, finally) inviting him to use the same console, since the other Science stations appeared to be damaged beyond function. Gripping the edge for support again, he narrowed his eyes as the thrilling mystery deepened. It’s the Mac.
“The previously recorded graviton ellipse contained extra-dimensional matter.”
The first rationalizing words he thought of came out more quietly as he scanned the other ship.
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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 Sept 11, 2021 14:01:52 GMT
[ Mila - Bridge, USS Mac] In Mila's eyes the ship was trying to fight back despite the odds that had been stacked against them. Watching with something akin to hope as her console spluttered to life, making the Bolian realise just how strong her belief was and how hope was a powerful thing. It also felt like she was whole again as the Commander asked about Ic, before Nork responded with the good news about the critical systems being restored. Sure he wasn't the easiest person to get along with but in that moment, Mila would happily hug him. That would have to wait as she was given an order to fulfil and one that she took seriously as always. " Aye Captain" she replied as she turned to activate a comm channel. Relieved to have that life line again as Myker confirmed it and the Commander addressed them all. Appreciating her words, before the mystery surrounding the other ship took a surprising turn. Mila could never of predicted that outcome as Ic answered, glad that the Betazoid was alive. His summation of the Mac helping them seemed very apt. Her mind buzzed with possibilities as Shavan gave a further update and Mila, focused on what she had to do. =/\= Ensign Zaros to all medical personnel, please check in with your current location and if there is anything you need =/\=
Tag Felicity Ellis for Felicity & Gate C, soft tags Bridge
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