Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 11, 2021 18:37:03 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [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." [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, U.S.S. Mac ] Kova attempted to straighten herself a bit more, now vertically on her knees. She turned to look in Gates direction as he stated that he had merely been wondering if she were alive. The Andorian's eyes narrowed slightly as she sighed. "Not sorry if I disappointed you," Kova said. She groaned loudly as she pushed herself to her feet. She wasn't sure how much longer any of them would survive if they kept being thrown around the ship like this. She then heard Gates speak again only to utter two words. The Salmon-Man was dead. Kova could see him staring lifelessly up at the ceiling. She wasn't certain how Gates was processing this. It may have meant nothing to him at all. He may have been able to compartmentalize all of this and concentrate on the task at hand. Though, if he couldn't.... "He didn't die from a broken leg," Kova said evenly. "At least he knew that." Perhaps they were meant to be words of comfort. Kova wasn't certain. Pink-skins were typically known for getting all emotional. What they needed now was a calm head. Perhaps Gates hadn't heard her, or chosen to ignore her. It didn't matter. At least he was getting back to helping others. "And if their arms are broken and they can't raise their hands?" Kova asked merely trying to be helpful.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates)
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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 12, 2021 9:42:06 GMT
[ Dr Marcus Harrison - Sickbay, USS Mac] Triaging patients was a simple enough task but as more injured crew made their way into the already crowded Sickbay. Marcus knew that they would have to prioritise and start transferring patients to the auxiliary Sickbay on Deck 16. Sure this was the first time that he would have to use it, but at least it was well equipped and provide the extra space that they needed to deal with the overflow. Now he just had to organise and begin arranging who should go there. Going through the list with Tanya and a couple of the other nurses, Marcus listened to their input as the call from Ensign Zaros pulled his attention away from the Padd. =/\= Dr Harrison here Ensign, I'm in Sickbay and we're going to need some help if possible to transfer patients to auxiliary Sickbay... Marcus paused for a moment as Ensign Salazar ran over to him. " Doctor, access to auxiliary Sickbay isn't possible due to hull breaches".That wasn't what Marcus had expected to hear as he thanked Salazar and quickly got creative. =/\= Not sure if you heard that but since we can't get to the other Sickbay and if it's okay with the Captain. I suggest using one of the Cargo Bays as a temporary Sickbay =/\= It was the only solution that he could think of and now that he had suggested it, waited for an answer.
Tag Felicity Ellis & those on the Bridge
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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 12, 2021 13:52:49 GMT
[ Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] He smiled as Mila got to work, knowing that he would have to make do for now. She seemed to appreciate him asking after her own welfare, but from the looks of it, she could very well be right. At least, she wasn't showing any obvious signs of internal damage. "Make sure you...ow...don't", he finished off, wincing as he could feel the device working on his arm. It would hardly fix him right up, but it would do for now. For the love of the Prophets, why did he have to go break his arm? After giving his report, his words seemed to resound with everyone on the bridge, a mix of shock and...well, just shock really. He was still trying to digest the news himself, wondering how another Federation ship had found them so quickly, never mind appeared to be in any fit state to help them. That wasn't to be the most seemingly impossible news that they would hear, as Vulbrix finally managed to establish communications. To themselves? "Like he said", he blinked, agreeing wholeheartedly with Ensign Arbrell. If someone was playing some kind of game with them, then it had stopped being fun a while ago. For them at least. After a momentary pause, he remembered his orders to check what defensive capabilities they had left. He heard Th'zhaar attempting to rationalise their situations, after informing them that they had a couple of hours before they were pulled into subspace (lovely), but he was too focused on his own console and the data therein to take much else in. "Don't ask how, but weapons are functional!", he reported back, the fingers of his single good hand dancing across his console. "I'm working on getting our own shields online, but for it seems we're...helping ourselves?"[/font] He then added. He would worry about making sense of things later, finding it a much better use of time and resources to deal with the here and now. He'd be having a strong word with the Prophets during his next meditation though! Though they had permission to go to sickbay if needed, Zak hoped that adrenaline alone would allow him to complete his task before doing so. Still, if he hoped to command one day, then he would need to learn to delegate. Whether he wanted to or not. "Hey Bremmer, you still with us? How are you one tac?", he called out to the petty officer, thinking that maybe she could relieve him if need be. It was worth a shot, otherwise he would just have to wait for someone who could take over. He wouldn't think less of her if she was unable, as crewmen didn't usually have the same kind of training. Oh well, it was worth a shot!
Tag Felicity Ellis, Eliska Bremmer & 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 Sept 12, 2021 15:02:48 GMT
{Quotes: Ens. Vulbrix, LT. Th'zhaar, Ens. Arbrell, Ens. Mila/Marcus, LTJG. Rin} [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 [ 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.”
soft tags to bridge [ 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. soft tags to bridge [ Dr Marcus Harrison - Sickbay, USS Mac] Triaging patients was a simple enough task but as more injured crew made their way into the already crowded Sickbay. Marcus knew that they would have to prioritise and start transferring patients to the auxiliary Sickbay on Deck 16. Sure this was the first time that he would have to use it, but at least it was well equipped and provide the extra space that they needed to deal with the overflow. Now he just had to organise and begin arranging who should go there. Going through the list with Tanya and a couple of the other nurses, Marcus listened to their input as the call from Ensign Zaros pulled his attention away from the Padd. =/\= Dr Harrison here Ensign, I'm in Sickbay and we're going to need some help if possible to transfer patients to auxiliary Sickbay... Marcus paused for a moment as Ensign Salazar ran over to him. " Doctor, access to auxiliary Sickbay isn't possible due to hull breaches".That wasn't what Marcus had expected to hear as he thanked Salazar and quickly got creative. =/\= Not sure if you heard that but since we can't get to the other Sickbay and if it's okay with the Captain. I suggest using one of the Cargo Bays as a temporary Sickbay =/\= It was the only solution that he could think of and now that he had suggested it, waited for an answer.
Tag Felicity Ellis & those on the Bridge [ Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] He smiled as Mila got to work, knowing that he would have to make do for now. She seemed to appreciate him asking after her own welfare, but from the looks of it, she could very well be right. At least, she wasn't showing any obvious signs of internal damage. "Make sure you...ow...don't", he finished off, wincing as he could feel the device working on his arm. It would hardly fix him right up, but it would do for now. For the love of the Prophets, why did he have to go break his arm? After giving his report, his words seemed to resound with everyone on the bridge, a mix of shock and...well, just shock really. He was still trying to digest the news himself, wondering how another Federation ship had found them so quickly, never mind appeared to be in any fit state to help them. That wasn't to be the most seemingly impossible news that they would hear, as Vulbrix finally managed to establish communications. To themselves? "Like he said", he blinked, agreeing wholeheartedly with Ensign Arbrell. If someone was playing some kind of game with them, then it had stopped being fun a while ago. For them at least. After a momentary pause, he remembered his orders to check what defensive capabilities they had left. He heard Th'zhaar attempting to rationalise their situations, after informing them that they had a couple of hours before they were pulled into subspace (lovely), but he was too focused on his own console and the data therein to take much else in. "Don't ask how, but weapons are functional!", he reported back, the fingers of his single good hand dancing across his console. "I'm working on getting our own shields online, but for it seems we're...helping ourselves?" [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]It's us.
Shock descended collectively on the Bridge. She was sure that her own expression was echoing everyone's words of disbelief as Felicity glanced this way and that, waiting for someone to put it all together. It wouldn't be possible to put it together, she was sure. This wasn't just unchartered territory, it was beyond their science. It's the Mac. Tachyon particles - someone had reported anomalous readings. Had there been some sort of temporal distortion, like Arbrell had said? She glanced over toward the pair sharing a console. "Someone get me confirmation that that's the Mac." Then to Vulbrix, she gestured with her hand. "Let's hear it."She could hear her own pulse in her ears as they waited. The response came through, audio only. The voice was male, it was sure, and what he said left Felicity unsteady on her feet. =/\= "USS Mac, this is Captain Ellis. It is good to see you. We have waited a very long time." =/\= Captain? Ellis?She lowered herself to the floor, the extreme pain in her hands momentarily forgotten. This was some kind of trick, it had to be. She was Ellis. =/\= "This is..."This is ridiculous."Commander Ellis. Captain, you will forgive our confusion. Please explain." =/\= There was a beat or two of silence, and then the man's voice returned, with a hint of amusement in his tone. =/\= "We will explain everything once we get to the core. It's safe from the shears there; think of it like the eye of a storm. Our shields will protect you in the meantime. Once there, myself and a small group will come aboard and assist with repairs. Together, we will get out of here." =/\=
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , Rin Zakir , Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Thea Baker (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 12, 2021 15:36:00 GMT
{Quotes: Ens. Zaros, Kova} [ 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 [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, U.S.S. Mac ] Kova attempted to straighten herself a bit more, now vertically on her knees. She turned to look in Gates direction as he stated that he had merely been wondering if she were alive. The Andorian's eyes narrowed slightly as she sighed. "Not sorry if I disappointed you," Kova said. She groaned loudly as she pushed herself to her feet. She wasn't sure how much longer any of them would survive if they kept being thrown around the ship like this. She then heard Gates speak again only to utter two words. The Salmon-Man was dead. Kova could see him staring lifelessly up at the ceiling. She wasn't certain how Gates was processing this. It may have meant nothing to him at all. He may have been able to compartmentalize all of this and concentrate on the task at hand. Though, if he couldn't.... "He didn't die from a broken leg," Kova said evenly. "At least he knew that." Perhaps they were meant to be words of comfort. Kova wasn't certain. Pink-skins were typically known for getting all emotional. What they needed now was a calm head. Perhaps Gates hadn't heard her, or chosen to ignore her. It didn't matter. At least he was getting back to helping others. "And if their arms are broken and they can't raise their hands?" Kova asked merely trying to be helpful.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates) [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]Gates didn't respond to what he assumed was more sarcasm from Kova; suggesting that a medic in the medical profession would be disappointed in her death was pretty illogical. He deduced that they were all under pressure, and therefore not thinking straight. The comment about Salmon-Man however, got a nod in response. It was true, he hadn't died from a broken leg. He had been correct, but he'd still lost him. Then, somehow, he found himself laughing. Kellen Gates wasn't sure if the Andorian was making jokes intentionally, but her question certainly tickled his funny bone. Still grinning, he began to move toward an officer who was trying to right himself with the help of a chair. "If you can't raise your hands, raise your leg!" He announced. "If you can't raise your legs... A finger or a toe? That'll do."He began to scan the officer and a few others. "If you can't raise a toe, raise...
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Your voice."Genius. Finally, someone from the Bridge got in contact with him. He glanced at Kova. "At last." Then he tapped his badge to respond. =/\= "Ensign Zaros, this is Petty Officer 2nd Class Kellen Gates, coming to you from the Scapegoat Lounge again. I have injured here that I cannot move. I am working through them in standard grid formation, assisted by Kova Sh'qaleq." He hadn't bothered to ask, he just assumed. He ploughed on like a man with a mission. "Ensign, we would really like to know what's going on. It will help me with triage and treatment if I know what this is we're experiencing, and how long it might go on for." =/\=
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq , Thea Baker (Mila)
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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 Sept 12, 2021 19:12:18 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ]So Syl was going to be all right, and if need be, she would help her to Sickbay. But that quickly took a back seat to the larger situation at hand. Another ship was out there, and was somehow protecting them from the radiation? Now, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but there certainly was something weird about that all right. And even more so when initial readings said she was the Mac? Now, Petty Officer Third Class Bremmer was woefully under-educated by most Federation standards. So things like tachyons, alternate universes, other timelines, ship-eating anomalies, that was entirely beyond her realm of comprehension all right. And now just to make things fun, Mister Rin wanted her to take over at Tactical? Really? Driving the internal security board in Ops was bad enough, but a starship's tactical console? That would be a first... and if the ship had to fight, well, they would be screwed unless someone better got the job! "Ah... I'll see what I can, Sir, but if there's a relief Tac officer handy, you might want to get them," Bremmer replied as she made her way for the Tactical station... And promptly regretted her decision. Internal security readouts, she could find them and make sense out of them. But target tracking? Weapon status indictors? Shield coherence factors? Integrity levels? That was even worse than trying to read a foreign language! Hell, given that Federation Standard wasn't even her mother tongue, she already was! And, just to make things even more fun, before she fully got her bearings, the Commander wanted a confirmation of the other ship, supposedly another Mac's, identity. "Ah, stand by, Ma'am."All right, time to see what she could do all right. And it seemed to take hours for her to get information right, and more than once the console warbled indignantly at being given invalid input. But finally, she had something, a close visual scan on top of some other readings. Now to compare them to... well, close enough. "Ma'am, a visual scan shows the same registry information on the hull. Transponder... looks like ours. But I'm seeing a lot of stuff that looks... weird. Looks like whole sections have gone dark along the outer hull, and she looks... worn out. The hull looks like the metal plates my da taught me to shoot chemically-powered guns with, all dinged and pitted." Then, she looked to Lieutenant Rin. "Sir, if you wouldn't mind? I can drive the board, but you'll have to talk me through some stuff, or turn what I'm looking at into words."
Tags Felicity Ellis Rin ZakirSoft to the rest of the Bridge
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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 13, 2021 9:06:45 GMT
[ Mila - Bridge, USS Mac] =/\= Acknowledged Doctor, please standby =/\= Mila responded as the Acting CMO gave his recommendation due to the further issues that had arisen. Being cut off from additional medical facilities wasn't ideal but as always the crew came up with alternatives. This situation may be equally terrifying and fascinating. But for Mila it proved how resourceful they could be and how much she loved being part of this crew. Turning slightly to relay the Doctor's response to Commander Ellis. Mila stopped half way as the other Mac responded to them. Curiouser and curiouser she thought upon hearing the other voice. This was certainly proving to be quite the mystery and actually pinched herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. Stopping the curse from escaping from her lips, Mila took a breath and relayed the recommendation. " Commander, Dr Harrison has recommended that we use one of the Cargo Bays, as auxiliary Sickbay is currently inaccessible". Turning back quickly as Petty Officer Gates responded to her comm. Mila listened to what he was saying and made a mental note of who was helping him. Mila then thought about how to answer his query when he asked what was going on. This was likely going to sound bizarre or if she was hallucinating but there was only one thing for it and that was to just say it. =/\= Understood Petty Officer and this might sound farfetched but believe me it's real. We're still inside the graviton ellipse and are currently being helped by well us.. the Mac. As for how long... Mila paused again as she remembered what Shavan had said. ... approximately two hours until the ellipse returns to subspace =/\= As she said this, Mila caught what Bremmer had said and wondered what they would see and learn when they finally got to meet the other them.
Tag Felicity Ellis for Felicity & Gate C, soft tag Kova Sh'qaleq, rest of 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 13, 2021 9:59:39 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]
Even with everyone in various states of injury, the Bridge was bustling with the same amount of urgency as they had been from the moment the ship dropped out of warp. As the injections Eliska had given her began to ease the pain in her arm and ribs, the pilot turned her head towards the voices that spoke, trying to follow what was happening from her position on the deck. Power was coming back online... Oh good... Except that meant she needed to get up. Attempting to roll onto her right side, she groaned as her ribs shifted in the position change. Nope... she wasn't going to be getting up on her own unless she wanted to do some more damage and possibly collapse a lung. Hearing the Commander telling people to get to Sickbay once they had done all they could on the Bridge, Syl released a curt laugh. "I'd love to, but I could use a little help down here."
Then more reports started flooding in, and each sentence spoken was more preposterous than the last. Another ship was shielding and towing them? And it was the Mac... with a male Captain Ellis? All thoughts of going to Sickbay disappeared as her attention was captured by the events unfolding over the comm. Part of her was glad Eliska was here to experience it all... because she had no idea how she'd be able to explain this if the other woman would ask 'how as the mission?' upon her return.
Soft tags Bridge crew
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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 13, 2021 10:09:12 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) [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) [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Corridors]"Oh good," Cerjess breathed a sigh of relief at the answer, not bothered in the slightest by the anger in her tone. "No offense, but I'm fairly certain I'm the only other unjoined Trill on this ship right now, and that's really not how I'd prefer to get to know you." It happened all too often. A host was severely injured, and in order to save the symbiont the nearest unjoined Trill was called in as the new host - whether they had been previously approved for Joining or not. And to suddenly have all of the memories of someone who was neither a stranger or a friend? Of course, he would do it if it was necessary... he was just grateful it wasn't necessary. Of course she needed to get to Sickbay. The problem was getting her to Sickbay. The shard embedded in her was blocking off the blood vessels... removing it would make her bleed out very quickly. But if they moved her with the shard still in place, it could shift inside her and cause more damage that wasn't blocked off, and she'd still bleed out before they got to someone who knew what they were doing. But there was at least one question he could answer for her. "We've been caught in a graviton ellipse." Hearing a voice behind him, Cerjess glanced over his shoulder, breathing another sigh of relief when he saw the Vulcan approaching. "We need to get her to Sickbay, but we have to keep her torso as still as possible..." Suddenly the corridor around them whirred into life as the lights flickered on, and power started running through the conduits again. Oh thank the love of all things holy... "Computer, emergency transport to Sickbay!"
Tag Kaya Som Enola
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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 13, 2021 20:35:30 GMT
{Quotes; Felicity Ellis} [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]It's us.
Shock descended collectively on the Bridge. She was sure that her own expression was echoing everyone's words of disbelief as Felicity glanced this way and that, waiting for someone to put it all together. It wouldn't be possible to put it together, she was sure. This wasn't just unchartered territory, it was beyond their science. It's the Mac. Tachyon particles - someone had reported anomalous readings. Had there been some sort of temporal distortion, like Arbrell had said? She glanced over toward the pair sharing a console. "Someone get me confirmation that that's the Mac." Then to Vulbrix, she gestured with her hand. "Let's hear it."She could hear her own pulse in her ears as they waited. The response came through, audio only. The voice was male, it was sure, and what he said left Felicity unsteady on her feet. =/\= "USS Mac, this is Captain Ellis. It is good to see you. We have waited a very long time." =/\= Captain? Ellis?She lowered herself to the floor, the extreme pain in her hands momentarily forgotten. This was some kind of trick, it had to be. She was Ellis. =/\= "This is..."This is ridiculous."Commander Ellis. Captain, you will forgive our confusion. Please explain." =/\= There was a beat or two of silence, and then the man's voice returned, with a hint of amusement in his tone. =/\= "We will explain everything once we get to the core. It's safe from the shears there; think of it like the eye of a storm. Our shields will protect you in the meantime. Once there, myself and a small group will come aboard and assist with repairs. Together, we will get out of here." =/\=
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , Rin Zakir , Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Thea Baker (Mila) {Quotes - Eliska Bremmer} [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ] "Ma'am, a visual scan shows the same registry information on the hull. Transponder... looks like ours. But I'm seeing a lot of stuff that looks... weird. Looks like whole sections have gone dark along the outer hull, and she looks... worn out. The hull looks like the metal plates my da taught me to shoot chemically-powered guns with, all dinged and pitted."
Tags Felicity Ellis Rin Zakir Soft to the rest of the Bridge [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge - USS Mac] Myker's head was swimming just a little, the information being tossed around on the Bridge barely registering in his mind. The shock however was obvious, everyone as equally stunned as confused at the situation. His science mind wasn't working well enough to come up with something more reasonable, but they were in space, anomalies occurred all the time and nothing was out of the realm of possibilities. The science's seemed to have that bit covered though as there was mention of extra-dimensional matter something which Myker had only come across in stuff he'd read and he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was supposed to mean for them. A not dead Arbrell's response seemed to resonate with the entire Bridge crew, it was pretty fitting and even those who hadn't uttered the words certainly thought them. Myker also still couldn't quiet wrap his head around the fact that they'd been hailing themselves...or not themselves but the same ship for sure. This was again confirmed by one of the security officers, Bremmer. She confirmed what they knew, this was the Mac, albeit different. "Maybe it's modified hull plating? To protect from the shears... He noted. It seemed that way, since the other Mac had yet to be totally ripped apart, which was where they had been headed. Myker played the response they'd received and watched closely their Commander. It all seemed so strange, but if this was a distortion things may make more sense. As the message played Myker was hit with a sudden pain in his skull, a headache like nothing he'd ever known. He tried to focus on the words from the other Mac but it sounded distant and like he was underwater. His usually stoic expression became a slightly pained frown as his headache grew worse. He did catch the 'eye of the storm' part and figured heading there would be smart, their Mac couldn't take much more damage and becoming space dust wasn't on the Agenda. He refocused on their Commander, wondering what exactly was running through her mind, she was Ellis the other Mac was captained by the Ellis, it was perhaps a little more surreal for her given that connection. Had the situation been less, urgent, he may have been inclined to question how she was holding up. He didn't it seemed like something that could wait. Eliska Bremmer soft tags for Felicity Ellis and the rest of the Bridge crew
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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 14, 2021 13:51:16 GMT
{Quotes: PO3 Bremmer, Ens. Mila, Ens. Vulbrix, LTJG O'Connell} [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ]So Syl was going to be all right, and if need be, she would help her to Sickbay. But that quickly took a back seat to the larger situation at hand. Another ship was out there, and was somehow protecting them from the radiation? Now, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but there certainly was something weird about that all right. And even more so when initial readings said she was the Mac? Now, Petty Officer Third Class Bremmer was woefully under-educated by most Federation standards. So things like tachyons, alternate universes, other timelines, ship-eating anomalies, that was entirely beyond her realm of comprehension all right. And now just to make things fun, Mister Rin wanted her to take over at Tactical? Really? Driving the internal security board in Ops was bad enough, but a starship's tactical console? That would be a first... and if the ship had to fight, well, they would be screwed unless someone better got the job! "Ah... I'll see what I can, Sir, but if there's a relief Tac officer handy, you might want to get them," Bremmer replied as she made her way for the Tactical station... And promptly regretted her decision. Internal security readouts, she could find them and make sense out of them. But target tracking? Weapon status indictors? Shield coherence factors? Integrity levels? That was even worse than trying to read a foreign language! Hell, given that Federation Standard wasn't even her mother tongue, she already was! And, just to make things even more fun, before she fully got her bearings, the Commander wanted a confirmation of the other ship, supposedly another Mac's, identity. "Ah, stand by, Ma'am."All right, time to see what she could do all right. And it seemed to take hours for her to get information right, and more than once the console warbled indignantly at being given invalid input. But finally, she had something, a close visual scan on top of some other readings. Now to compare them to... well, close enough. "Ma'am, a visual scan shows the same registry information on the hull. Transponder... looks like ours. But I'm seeing a lot of stuff that looks... weird. Looks like whole sections have gone dark along the outer hull, and she looks... worn out. The hull looks like the metal plates my da taught me to shoot chemically-powered guns with, all dinged and pitted." Then, she looked to Lieutenant Rin. "Sir, if you wouldn't mind? I can drive the board, but you'll have to talk me through some stuff, or turn what I'm looking at into words." [ Mila - Bridge, USS Mac] =/\= Acknowledged Doctor, please standby =/\= Mila responded as the Acting CMO gave his recommendation due to the further issues that had arisen. Being cut off from additional medical facilities wasn't ideal but as always the crew came up with alternatives. This situation may be equally terrifying and fascinating. But for Mila it proved how resourceful they could be and how much she loved being part of this crew. Turning slightly to relay the Doctor's response to Commander Ellis. Mila stopped half way as the other Mac responded to them. Curiouser and curiouser she thought upon hearing the other voice. This was certainly proving to be quite the mystery and actually pinched herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. Stopping the curse from escaping from her lips, Mila took a breath and relayed the recommendation. " Commander, Dr Harrison has recommended that we use one of the Cargo Bays, as auxiliary Sickbay is currently inaccessible". Turning back quickly as Petty Officer Gates responded to her comm. Mila listened to what he was saying and made a mental note of who was helping him. Mila then thought about how to answer his query when he asked what was going on. This was likely going to sound bizarre or if she was hallucinating but there was only one thing for it and that was to just say it. =/\= Understood Petty Officer and this might sound farfetched but believe me it's real. We're still inside the graviton ellipse and are currently being helped by well us.. the Mac. As for how long... Mila paused again as she remembered what Shavan had said. ... approximately two hours until the ellipse returns to subspace =/\= As she said this, Mila caught what Bremmer had said and wondered what they would see and learn when they finally got to meet the other them. [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]Even with everyone in various states of injury, the Bridge was bustling with the same amount of urgency as they had been from the moment the ship dropped out of warp. As the injections Eliska had given her began to ease the pain in her arm and ribs, the pilot turned her head towards the voices that spoke, trying to follow what was happening from her position on the deck. Power was coming back online... Oh good... Except that meant she needed to get up. Attempting to roll onto her right side, she groaned as her ribs shifted in the position change. Nope... she wasn't going to be getting up on her own unless she wanted to do some more damage and possibly collapse a lung. Hearing the Commander telling people to get to Sickbay once they had done all they could on the Bridge, Syl released a curt laugh. "I'd love to, but I could use a little help down here." Then more reports started flooding in, and each sentence spoken was more preposterous than the last. Another ship was shielding and towing them? And it was the Mac... with a male Captain Ellis? All thoughts of going to Sickbay disappeared as her attention was captured by the events unfolding over the comm. Part of her was glad Eliska was here to experience it all... because she had no idea how she'd be able to explain this if the other woman would ask 'how as the mission?' upon her return. [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge - USS Mac] Myker's head was swimming just a little, the information being tossed around on the Bridge barely registering in his mind. The shock however was obvious, everyone as equally stunned as confused at the situation. His science mind wasn't working well enough to come up with something more reasonable, but they were in space, anomalies occurred all the time and nothing was out of the realm of possibilities. The science's seemed to have that bit covered though as there was mention of extra-dimensional matter something which Myker had only come across in stuff he'd read and he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was supposed to mean for them. A not dead Arbrell's response seemed to resonate with the entire Bridge crew, it was pretty fitting and even those who hadn't uttered the words certainly thought them. Myker also still couldn't quiet wrap his head around the fact that they'd been hailing themselves...or not themselves but the same ship for sure. This was again confirmed by one of the security officers, Bremmer. She confirmed what they knew, this was the Mac, albeit different. "Maybe it's modified hull plating? To protect from the shears... He noted. It seemed that way, since the other Mac had yet to be totally ripped apart, which was where they had been headed. Myker played the response they'd received and watched closely their Commander. It all seemed so strange, but if this was a distortion things may make more sense. As the message played Myker was hit with a sudden pain in his skull, a headache like nothing he'd ever known. He tried to focus on the words from the other Mac but it sounded distant and like he was underwater. His usually stoic expression became a slightly pained frown as his headache grew worse. He did catch the 'eye of the storm' part and figured heading there would be smart, their Mac couldn't take much more damage and becoming space dust wasn't on the Agenda. He refocused on their Commander, wondering what exactly was running through her mind, she was Ellis the other Mac was captained by the Ellis, it was perhaps a little more surreal for her given that connection. Had the situation been less, urgent, he may have been inclined to question how she was holding up. He didn't it seemed like something that could wait. [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]It was a lot to wrap her head around, so she didn't try. During high-stress situations, and this situation was possibly one of the most stressful she'd ever experienced, she always tried to employ a compartmentalisation method that would let her focus on one problem at a time; usually the most pressing. Then she could consider the whole, but not before the most important aspects were covered. And the most important aspect was their continued survival. They'd been given no reason not to trust this other Mac, apart from the truly outlandish circumstances they appeared to be in together. Felicity wondered if that was grounds enough to hold it against them. Within a situation that made no sense at all, Bremmer's report seemed to provide some clarity. "Thank you, Petty Officer," she replied once the other woman was finished speaking. She could recognise the hesitation that came to the fore when presented with an unfamiliar responsibility, but stepping up regardless was something Felicity always liked to see. It was something they all needed at that moment, most importantly. "Ensign," she addressed the Bolian at Ops, who was busy organising the recovery effort with medical personnel, "Please arrange transport for Lieutenant O'Connell, and give Dr. Harrison the go-ahead. Let him know he can set up wherever he needs to and that I'll send him whatever support we can muster."She could only assume that they were getting closer to the core, as movement began to settle. She took that as a sign that it was time to address the rest of the crew. The excruciating pain of the burns was sharpening her thoughts, giving everything the required sense of urgency, but she knew that wouldn't last. =/\= "All hands, this is Commander Ellis. Despite our best efforts, we find ourselves inside a graviton ellipse. We have suffered causalities and damage, but we are still here, and we have some help. Another Federation ship has extended their shields to protect us, and are leading us toward the core of the ellipse, where we can repair and hopefully regroup. I will update you all when we have a firm plan of action. Please route all medical requests through Operations." =/\= It was a lot of information for a crew that was processing traumas and losses, and so Felicity felt it prudent not to mention that the Federation ship in question was an older, weirder version of the Mac, and captained by someone calling himself Ellis... A theory began to form. She motioned to Vulbrix again. "Re-open the channel to them." She didn't specify whom she meant by "them", it was likely clear. =/\= "Captain Ellis. How long has your Mac been trapped here?" =/\= =/\= "Almost 57 years." =/\=
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , Thea Baker (Mila), Syl O'Connell , Eliska Bremmer
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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 Sept 15, 2021 6:43:04 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]Gates didn't respond to what he assumed was more sarcasm from Kova; suggesting that a medic in the medical profession would be disappointed in her death was pretty illogical. He deduced that they were all under pressure, and therefore not thinking straight. The comment about Salmon-Man however, got a nod in response. It was true, he hadn't died from a broken leg. He had been correct, but he'd still lost him. Then, somehow, he found himself laughing. Kellen Gates wasn't sure if the Andorian was making jokes intentionally, but her question certainly tickled his funny bone. Still grinning, he began to move toward an officer who was trying to right himself with the help of a chair. "If you can't raise your hands, raise your leg!" He announced. "If you can't raise your legs... A finger or a toe? That'll do."He began to scan the officer and a few others. "If you can't raise a toe, raise...
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Your voice."Genius. Finally, someone from the Bridge got in contact with him. He glanced at Kova. "At last." Then he tapped his badge to respond. =/\= "Ensign Zaros, this is Petty Officer 2nd Class Kellen Gates, coming to you from the Scapegoat Lounge again. I have injured here that I cannot move. I am working through them in standard grid formation, assisted by Kova Sh'qaleq." He hadn't bothered to ask, he just assumed. He ploughed on like a man with a mission. "Ensign, we would really like to know what's going on. It will help me with triage and treatment if I know what this is we're experiencing, and how long it might go on for." =/\= [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, U.S.S. Mac ] The moment Petty Officer Gates began to laugh, Kova began to question the man's sanity. Had he up and lost it all under the pressure that had been placed upon him. It wouldn't have surprised her if he had stripped naked and began running around the lounge with his uniform tied around his neck like a cape. To be honest, it probably would have brought some much needed levity to the room... or not. The Andorian dismissed the notion as he began to address the room, giving them alternative body parts to raise. She began to wonder just how many body parts he would go through before a comm signal actually rang to life. Ensign Zaros, on the Bridge, went on to fill them in on some very enlightening and disturbing information. They were still trapped inside of the graviton, but weren't the only ship. Perhaps Kova's hearing had been injured because it sounded like the Bolian had said that the help they were getting from the other ship... was themselves? The Mac? It also appeared that they only had two hours before the ellipse returned to subspace. The Andorian's antennae flexed in frustration as she reached up to rub her forehead, attempting to recall what a pain in the ass temporal mechanics had been back at the Academy. Her eyes then shifted towards the viewport, as she wondered if she could get a glimpse of this other ship. "You have got to be kidding me," she remarked more to herself as gravity of the situation continued to unravel. "I hope they're not planning to take advice from someone that's been trapped in this thing longer than we've been." It was true that they could benefit from their experience, but the other ship could just as easily exploit their ignorance. It wouldn't surprise Kova if that good ol' Starfleet altruism wore thin the longer someone was imprisoned somewhere like this.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates)
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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 15, 2021 7:37:02 GMT
[ Mila - Bridge, USS Mac] Through all the chaos and the adrenaline that was still rushing around her veins. Mila hadn't initially realised that the ship had stopped shaking violently. Thankful for small mercies and the help from the other Mac, the Bolian felt strangely at peace. Sure the whole situation was still very bizarre but she had seemed to accept it as Commander Ellis acknowledged Eliska before, responding to Mila's update. " Yes Commander and understood, informing Dr Harrison now and Lieutenant O'Connell standby for transport" she replied as she reopened the channel to Sickbay, whilst muting the one to Gates for the moment. =/\= Zaros to Sickbay, Commander Ellis has given the go ahead for you to set up where you need too and she'll send whatever support that she can. Also please standby as I'll be beaming Lieutenant O'Connell to Sickbay momentarily =/\= =/\= Acknowledged Bridge and standing by =/\= came the acknowledgement as Mila then initiated the emergency transport, locking onto Syl's bio sign before transporting her to Sickbay. With that done, Mila then unmuted the comm to Gates as Commander Ellis spoke to the other ship. A shiver going through her spine upon hearing that the other Mac had been here for 57 years. Turning an already strange set of circumstances even stranger whilst wishing she had studied more about temporal mechanics. ************ [ Dr Marcus Harrison - Sickbay, Deck 7] The familiar tinkle of the transporter filled Sickbay as not only one but two patients were deposited onto available bio beds. Recognising both Lieutenant O'Connell and Chief Som immediately and didn't need a tricorder to see the severity of their injuries. That's when Marcus started to delegate once more as he walked and addressed his people. " Loran, Mills, Sequetha take a team and start setting up a temporary Sickbay in the cargo bay. Binx you go with them, Ramona.. please tend to Lieutenant McConnell, Tania you're with me as we need to get Chief Som prepped for surgery".After receiving acknowledgements, Marcus approached Som and spoke to her gently. " Chief, it's Dr Harrison.. we're going to get you prepped for surgery and we'll have you back on your feet in no time".Meanwhile Ramona approached Syl with a tricorder already set to scan. " Hello Lieutenant, let's get you sorted" she said as began the scans.
Tag Felicity Ellis Kaya Som 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 15, 2021 16:29:11 GMT
[Linus Ellis - Bridge, Other USS Mac]![](https://i.imgur.com/tmz1Qfc.png) It had been a long time since Linus had heard his mother's voice. It was of course younger than how he had remembered, but it was unmistakably her nonetheless. He suddenly became very conscious of how he was dressed. The crew of the Mac would be expecting uniforms, discipline in appearance, but they'd done away with that decades ago. His sweatshirt was navy blue and plain; functional and comfortable. His pants were more suited to athletic endeavour, as was his footwear. Gone were the polished boots and all the useless trappings of service. In the Ellipse, nothing like that mattered. He was nervous. He knew they all would be. So much was resting on this, and all of them had been prepared for this very moment for their entire lives. It was their purpose and their salvation, and somehow, finally, it was upon them. It was a mighty ask, handed down from one generation to another. =/\= "Ellis to Alpha Team. Prepare for transport. It is time." =/\= Alpha Team was the best of them. A small group of specialists comprised of original Mac crew and their progeny. Their purpose was to ensure that both ships were ready to rescue each other. =/\= "Captain Ellis to Commander Ellis, standby to receive." =/\= The small group appeared on the other Bridge in a shimmer of iridescent light, ready to go to work.
Tags: Bridge, Thea Baker , Rin Zakir , Eliska Bremmer , Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Myker Vulbrix
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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 15, 2021 19:26:03 GMT
[ SCPO Kaya Som | Sickbay ]
Kaya couldn't quite relax into the biobed, not with the shard of spaceship still stabbed deep in her belly. But with the captain's announcement and the calm certainty of the medical crew, Kaya felt significantly less doomed. She'd always been the type to cooperative with doctors so she had very few protests or heroics as Dr. Harrison and the nurses got her settled.
Just one last wish as the anesthesia began to kick in:
"Don't let Nork touch anything. He's not authorized ..."
zzz
[ Old!Kaya Som | Bridge ]
Kaya Som was nearly eighty-seven years old, a soft old Trill woman with grey hair and deep laugh lines. She wasn't the oldest engineer on the first Mac, but had over the decades become the undisputed most expert hand in its care and feeding.
"Vek'tela with the captain, already." Kaya shook her head and rolled her eyes at Linus. Of all the things to hang on to, of all the things to drag forward, the trappings and circumstance of Starfleet rank and protocol was the least important to Kaya. There were far more compelling things to obsess over, like demolishing the temporal through-line by slapping the pert little arse of your twenty-six year-old alternate universe self, or seeing for the first time in years the faces of people who'd been dead for a decade.
They materialized on the bridge of the second Mac and Kaya was suddenly reminded how much memory lived in the cells of the body,far more than they rested in the mind. The events of this day in 2381 had been studied intensely, picked over with a laser scalpel, combed for clues to help their self-rescue. Individual narratives of the fall were immortalized as stories told over and again on or abouts the anniversary. The piece of hull plating that had impaled Kaya so long ago got longer and more jagged at every retelling. The death of her friend Oarren no longer made her heart tighten. But here, now, suddenly on the bridge, Kaya was transported. She placed her hand on her chest and looked around.
The air was electric with exhaust, but beneath the damage, everything was so new. And the people - they were all so young. They looked as fresh as new holograms complete with bloody uniforms.
"L'nora, ja'kala," Kaya muttered.
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