Isaiah Quinn
Science
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Oct 31, 2020 2:32:22 GMT
[NPC - Commodore Calvin Perry - USS Batfish]All the pandemonium, all at once, was just a little much. With so many people on the runabout, Calvin couldn't handle it all at once. He'd have to rely on the more senior officers to keep order. "Make sure we save all the recordings, try to trace the hail, and ping the station for backup," he said, vaguely in response to PO S'Riia, and then turned his attention to the hail. =A= "This is the Starfleet vessel Batfish. Identify yourselves," =A= he demanded, commanding some gravitas. If these beings had intended to kill them, they would've been dead by now. He was certain. [ PO2 Kaya Som | Batfish ]The runabout was already crowded by the team the botany team were taken aboard. Kaya found a corner near the Engineering terminal to set down the heavy pack. Around her conversation quickly answered the unasked question, 'what the hell is going on now?' There were more injuries on the other teams and most unexpectedly, they were hailed and threatened. In this corner of the quadrant, this seemed to be a traditional greeting for Starfleet. Kaya opened her pack and began dumping data that her sensors had been passively collecting down planet. The station's science team had requested it. It was meant to gather atmospheric conditions, particles in the air, wind speed, ambient sounds, thermal - all that interested the lab rats. But it was possible it had picked up something about their new 'friends'. "Chief, compiling data from my mobile pack now and sending to the main terminal. Might have picked up on something useful." As the computer worked, Kaya noted the civilian reporter Charlie Fox was aboard and in rough shape. The last time they'd interacted, Kaya was drunk and angrily chewed out a superior officer. [fn] After Action Wind-Down - 2380.08.02[/fn] Not her cleverest moment, but not her worst either. She had no regrets. "You alright?" she asked, sliding over. [Charlie Fox - Jungle Boogie -> Batfish]"Agreed," Charlie responded, not just with regard to Isaiah Quinn's observations, but also his obvious dislike for Kerelia. "I don't think the FNN will be endorsing this planet, after all." Under other circumstances she might have found it all very amusing, but at that moment she was beginning to feel the effects of her fall, and the reality of the situation. She clenched her jaw and her ass in subconscious habit as the transporter beam engulfed her. When they rematerialised on the transport she remained perfectly still for a few moments, feeling a bit removed from the bustle of the officers who were crammed in together like sardines in a tin and trying to get a handle on the situation. Someone mentioned her name; SilverTail she realised when she finally looked up. "I'm fine," she muttered, her expression betraying her growing irritation. "Quinn's wrist is brushing his ankle at this stage." She waved in the scientist's general direction, indicating that his dislocation was more serious than a few scrapes. She found little interest in the mystery unfolding around her, which would have been a sure sign to anyone who was remotely acquainted with her that something was wrong." "Better than this fellow," she said nodding at the bits of Olsen on the floor before looking up at the source of the question. "Oh, hey," she added, recognising the very engineer she'd been thinking of earlier in the jungle clearing. "Think you could have a look? Something shot a rock at him. Knocked him clear out of the air. I wasn't able to find all the parts..." [Lt. Isaiah Quinn - Runabout Batfish] There needed to be a warning light or something when a runabout took off. Dano had been this close to it all happening again. Luckily, for him, Amanda took it easy on the turns. The door to the head opened, and Dano straightened his uniform and then promptly pressed the door's button to close it. Hopefully, no one would need to make use of the head anytime soon. Apparently, there had been some sort of emergency, because there were a lot more people aboard the Batfish now. His eyes scanned the room, and he quickly picked out the injuries. One of them, the reporter Charlie Fox, the other Lt. Quinn. Instantly, he wasn't looking forward to filing this report. Dr. Baker would definitely want to follow up on the details. That meant he'd have to be very thorough, and maybe he could avoid a potential inquisition. He promptly retrieved a medical tricorder and began scanning both of them before as he approached. A dislocated shoulder... and a series of scrapes and bruises. The Bajoran nurse was curious what the pair had gotten up to out there. "Why don't you two come with me," said Ensign Lenaris. He gestured towards the rear of the runabout where there was more room and they would certainly be out of the way of the others. Quinn conceded, due the pain in his shoulder and honestly, he'd likely be in the way. The others could easily take things from there. It seemed that Ms. Fox had struck up a conversation with Petty Officer Som. He glanced at the Trill whose attention Charlie was trying to bring to her drone. The Bajoran didn't push the point. "I'll get that dermal regenerator ready," he said simply, leaving it as a hint for Charlie to join them in the rear soon. Quinn watched as Ens. Lenaris Danoel approached him. The Science Chief seemed to drone out the man's words, knowing what was coming. There was only one way to get his shoulder back into place, and it wasn't really pleasant. He could feel Dano's hands on his arm. Quinn was expecting the speech to distract him, but instead felt the Bajoran yank his arm outward and pop it back into place. A heavy groan left Quinn's lips, and it was met with the hiss of the hypospray. "That should help with the pain, but probably not by very much."Quinn nodded. "Thanks, Dano," he said. The Bajoran nodded and then moved towards his medkit where he began to calibrate his dermal regenerator, waiting to treat Miss Fox. Quinn paused and tried to glance towards the cockpit, wondering if any answers had been revealed about whom had come after them. It was obvious they had to have been the ones to set the traps, but those traps couldn't have been meant for their team. As Quinn sat there, his mind attempted to turn over the clues they'd come across. The trap was too primitive to have captured a member of their team. So, what could they possibly have been trying to catch? His eyes slowly widened as the pieces began to fit together.
Tag: Charlie Fox , Kaya Som , Batfish crew
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
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Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Oct 31, 2020 23:59:31 GMT
[Chief Ozu Saya and SilverTail to-Ennien - Runabout Batfish - Kerelia, LZ-2] AS soon as she materialized on the runabout, Saya headed for a computer terminal and began scanning the forest area, but nothing showed up except their own teams. Get us into the air, she ordered the pilot. As soon as everyone is aboard, raise the shields and return to the station.
Commodore, I'm not getting any readings of other life forms or vessels. Nothing. She slammed her hand on the console. They must have cloaking technology of some kind, personal and for their ship or ships.
S'Riia, get ready on weapons in case these people decide that just forcing us to leave isn't enough.A moment later, one of the other teams beamed up, bloody and battered. SilverTail stepped forward from the transporter platform, scratches and cuts marring his grey and white skin. Lt. Quinn and Charlie Fox are both injured, he said. They need assistance.
There seems to be someone setting a sort of trap in the forest. We tried to remove it, but were attacked, though mostly indirectly.Saya glanced at the commodore with concern. We need to get that third team up as quickly as possible, she said. Working on it, ma'am. I've got them, Lt. Lynn replied. =/\= Batfish to away team, we're beaming you up! =/\= [ Left Ear to-Ennien - Out of the Woods --> Batfish] Left Ear limped beside the makeshift stretcher, hating that they couldn't move any faster. Her own injuries were slowing her, and T'Laara and Leanna couldn't move quicker without jostling the poor creature they carried between them. Her scanner told her that the dragon had broken bones in two legs and both wings. There were abrasions where the trap had been digging into the flesh. The most immediate danger actually seemed to be dehydration, though. The creature must have been trapped for several days. She reached into her bag and pulled out a hypospray, dialing in a cocktail that would help with pain, infection and would give a boost of hydration until Left Ear could get her somewhere she could set up an IV. The warning came just a moment before the transporter beam grabbed them up. ~~~~~~~~~~ [Poachers' Vessel] The mysterious invaders got transported back to their vessel, the leader noting with displeasure that one of his people was bleeding badly. He glared around at the others then ordered, Open a channel to their ship. Audio only.A couple of bleeps, and the comm officer nodded. Starfleet vessel, you are fortunate that I decided to spare your lives today. I would think twice before returning. He was 100% bluffing; he knew there was no way they'd be able to return to this planet. It had only been a matter of time. The station in orbit meant that their operation had been a major risk. Now that Starfleet would know about their presence, it was time to move on. For now. [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Team Geology, LZ-2, Kerelia] As the away teams worked to bring all their people aboard, S'Riia began to feel a hint of relief. She certainly wouldn't accept the sensation until all their people were on board the runabout. It already seemed that members of Lieutenant Quinn's team had sustained some injuries, including the reporter Charlie Fox. Nothing seemed life-threatening, but that was far too close a call for the Caitian's liking. She then heard Chief Ozu order her to be ready on weapons. "Aye, Chief," she said as she quickly assumed the post. The Caitian slid into the chair in the cockpit and ran a quick systems check on the weapons. She also did a cursory scan, but just as Chief Ozu had indicated, there was no sign of any ships or additional life signs beyond traditional flora and fauna native to Kerelia. It simply didn't make any sense. Though, that was when the hail came in. It was a warning to them. Stating that they had been granted a mercy. That made it clear, someone was certainly out there, but who... and where. S'Riia began to rely upon her other training. Prior to joining Starfleet, she had worked as a linguist. It was a long shot, but any clue could yield information about their assailants' identities. S'Riia made certain to duplicate the audio received thus far. This was far from the ideal time, but she wanted to make her thoughts known to her commanders. "Commodore Perry, Chief Ozu. The raw audio of this transmission sans the UT may offer some sort of hint as to this person's identity. Their native tongue... a dialect," she offered. Again, the Caitian knew her priority was to be prepared to defend them at the weapons console, but even if the facts weren't revealed now, knowing an opportunity to uncover these people's identities opened up options for the command team.
Tag: Judith Eastman (Perry), Ozu Saya (Saya, Lynn) Soft Tag: Others aboard the Batfish[ T’Laara - Woods -> Batfish] “I did not get a very good look at them.” T’Laara replied to Kaya while Left Ear tended to the dragon. “They may have been humanoid, but I have not heard of many species with yellow blood.” Though her expertise was plants, not people. And before she could make any further guesses to the nature of the attacker, she found herself caught in a transporter beam. Then rematerialized on the crowded runabout, still holding the useful bearing the injured dragon. It was no doubt a strange sight to the rest of the people inside, which would require some explanation. Given everyone’s state of disarray and the fact that the others would likely have things to add she attempted to keep it brief. “We encountered this creature caught in a trap. Someone attacked Left Ear when she freed it. I managed to collect a sample of their blood, but that is all.” T’Laara looked towards the Commodore and the other Starfleet people in charge as she said it. She had little time to wonder what else was going on before the poachers sent a message, which she listened to with interest. Tag Kaya Som , Ozu Saya , Leanna Mazal , others on the Batfish [NPC - Commodore Calvin Perry - USS Batfish]All the pandemonium, all at once, was just a little much. With so many people on the runabout, Calvin couldn't handle it all at once. He'd have to rely on the more senior officers to keep order. "Make sure we save all the recordings, try to trace the hail, and ping the station for backup," he said, vaguely in response to PO S'Riia, and then turned his attention to the hail. =A= "This is the Starfleet vessel Batfish. Identify yourselves," =A= he demanded, commanding some gravitas. If these beings had intended to kill them, they would've been dead by now. He was certain.
Soft tags to all. [ PO2 Kaya Som | Batfish ]The runabout was already crowded by the team the botany team were taken aboard. Kaya found a corner near the Engineering terminal to set down the heavy pack. Around her conversation quickly answered the unasked question, 'what the hell is going on now?' There were more injuries on the other teams and most unexpectedly, they were hailed and threatened. In this corner of the quadrant, this seemed to be a traditional greeting for Starfleet. Kaya opened her pack and began dumping data that her sensors had been passively collecting down planet. The station's science team had requested it. It was meant to gather atmospheric conditions, particles in the air, wind speed, ambient sounds, thermal - all that interested the lab rats. But it was possible it had picked up something about their new 'friends'. "Chief, compiling data from my mobile pack now and sending to the main terminal. Might have picked up on something useful." As the computer worked, Kaya noted the civilian reporter Charlie Fox was aboard and in rough shape. The last time they'd interacted, Kaya was drunk and angrily chewed out a superior officer. [fb] After Action Wind-Down - 2380.08.02[/fb] Not her cleverest moment, but not her worst either. She had no regrets. "You alright?" she asked, sliding over. Ozu Saya, Charlie Fox [Team Dragon - The Woods, Kerelia LZ2 to Batfish] As they continued onwards towards camp, Leanna wasn't only focused on the suffering of the injured dragon that they had rescued but also Left Ear as it became obvious, that her injuries were slowing her down. Yet there was a determination that fortune would favour them and that they would make it back to the relative safety of the tents and the other teams. But for now she just had to keep moving and hope that the dragon survived as Left Ear did what she could for the creature. Then came the surprise warning of imminent beam out to the Batfish and before she could even think what that meant, found herself on a very crowded runabout. Now the Betazoid understood a little more, especially as they were contacted by the very people responsible for everything they had experienced in the woods. It also became apparent that their group weren't the only ones to have something happen and she listened as information was shared by the Fleeters and T'Laara. With space at a premium and people needing medical attention, Leanna decided to try and be useful and keep out of the way as the Commodore responded to the other ship's threats and demands. " Left Ear, I can stay with the Dragon, just tell me what I need to do to help it, whilst you deal with the other injured".
tag Ozu Saya soft tags all [Lt. Isaiah Quinn - Team Fauna, LZ-2, Kerelia] [...] He opted not to second guess his instincts and reached up to touch his comm badge. The painful reminder of not being able to move his right shoulder caused a grunt to escape his lips as Charlie asked if they had just been left. "They may have been tracked, and didn't want to compromise the location of our camp. Best we follow suit," Isaiah replied. He used his left arm to tap his badge, activating his communicator. =/\= "Quinn to Batfish. Four to transport. Be advised... we have injured among us."=/\= Being used to this sort of injury, he was more concerned about the bumps and bruises that Charlie had sustained rather than himself. In fact, the reporters words lingered quite heavily as he waited for an acknowledgement from the Batfish. "One that doesn't like us very much," Isaiah replied rather quickly. "And frankly, the feeling is quite mutual." He didn't bother to include that he'd nearly died two out of the three times that he'd ventured to Kerelia. Truth be told, he was concerned that one day, this ball of mud may actually get lucky and finish the job. [Ens. Pheobe Volante - Fleeing the woods] Pheobe dove backwards to avoid the falling branch colliding with another gnarled brach behind her. The woman scrambled to her feet and began to follow the others in their retreat, the first few steps backwards to see if she noticed anything in the brush one last time before turning forward and keeping pace with the group. As she glanced back to make sure they weren't followed she noticed that rock were being thrown every now and then, but they didn't seem to be aimed at them. Were they just making sure they kept going? Looking forward again she ran face first into a branch, "Son of a-" The officers mood had turned foul, not only had she possibly lost her first space friend, but it seemed she'd made her first enemy in the form of an entire planet. The group burst through the edge of the woods into a clearing just in time to see the geology group be beamed away and Lt. Quinn asked for the same. Why couldn't we do that in the forest? That would have been so much easier. As the group came to a hault and Pheobe raised her Phasor in the general direction of the trees, who knows how many of the hostiles were just beyond, watching, waiting. She raised her hand and touched it to the back of her head and let out a little hiss of pain, before bringing it forward and looking. It had a bit of blood but not much. At worst she'll have a headache for the afternoon. She stood waiting to be engulfed in the light of the transporter to get her off this Jumanji world. [ Chief Ozu Saya and SilverTail to-Ennien - Runabout Batfish - Kerelia, LZ-2] [...] A moment later, one of the other teams beamed up, bloody and battered. SilverTail stepped forward from the transporter platform, scratches and cuts marring his grey and white skin. Lt. Quinn and Charlie Fox are both injured, he said. They need assistance.
There seems to be someone setting a sort of trap in the forest. We tried to remove it, but were attacked, though mostly indirectly.Saya glanced at the commodore with concern. We need to get that third team up as quickly as possible, she said. Working on it, ma'am. I've got them, Lt. Lynn replied. =/\= Batfish to away team, we're beaming you up! =/\= [Charlie Fox - Jungle Boogie -> Batfish]"Agreed," Charlie responded, not just with regard to Isaiah Quinn's observations, but also his obvious dislike for Kerelia. "I don't think the FNN will be endorsing this planet, after all." Under other circumstances she might have found it all very amusing, but at that moment she was beginning to feel the effects of her fall, and the reality of the situation. She clenched her jaw and her ass in subconscious habit as the transporter beam engulfed her. When they rematerialised on the transport she remained perfectly still for a few moments, feeling a bit removed from the bustle of the officers who were crammed in together like sardines in a tin and trying to get a handle on the situation. Someone mentioned her name; SilverTail she realised when she finally looked up. "I'm fine," she muttered, her expression betraying her growing irritation. "Quinn's wrist is brushing his ankle at this stage." She waved in the scientist's general direction, indicating that his dislocation was more serious than a few scrapes. She found little interest in the mystery unfolding around her, which would have been a sure sign to anyone who was remotely acquainted with her that something was wrong. Charlie found a little space in a corner and lowered herself to sit, lotus pose. She had just started to lay out the pieces of her drone when a new voice interrupted her thoughts. [ PO2 Kaya Som | Batfish ][...] "Chief, compiling data from my mobile pack now and sending to the main terminal. Might have picked up on something useful." As the computer worked, Kaya noted the civilian reporter Charlie Fox was aboard and in rough shape. The last time they'd interacted, Kaya was drunk and angrily chewed out a superior officer. [fb] After Action Wind-Down - 2380.08.02[/fb] Not her cleverest moment, but not her worst either. She had no regrets. "You alright?" she asked, sliding over. "Better than this fellow," she said nodding at the bits of Olsen on the floor before looking up at the source of the question. "Oh, hey," she added, recognising the very engineer she'd been thinking of earlier in the jungle clearing. "Think you could have a look? Something shot a rock at him. Knocked him clear out of the air. I wasn't able to find all the parts..."
Tags: general for Batfish, Kaya Som [NPC - Commodore Calvin Perry - USS Batfish]All the pandemonium, all at once, was just a little much. With so many people on the runabout, Calvin couldn't handle it all at once. He'd have to rely on the more senior officers to keep order. "Make sure we save all the recordings, try to trace the hail, and ping the station for backup," he said, vaguely in response to PO S'Riia, and then turned his attention to the hail. =A= "This is the Starfleet vessel Batfish. Identify yourselves," =A= he demanded, commanding some gravitas. If these beings had intended to kill them, they would've been dead by now. He was certain. [ PO2 Kaya Som | Batfish ]The runabout was already crowded by the team the botany team were taken aboard. Kaya found a corner near the Engineering terminal to set down the heavy pack. Around her conversation quickly answered the unasked question, 'what the hell is going on now?' There were more injuries on the other teams and most unexpectedly, they were hailed and threatened. In this corner of the quadrant, this seemed to be a traditional greeting for Starfleet. Kaya opened her pack and began dumping data that her sensors had been passively collecting down planet. The station's science team had requested it. It was meant to gather atmospheric conditions, particles in the air, wind speed, ambient sounds, thermal - all that interested the lab rats. But it was possible it had picked up something about their new 'friends'. "Chief, compiling data from my mobile pack now and sending to the main terminal. Might have picked up on something useful." As the computer worked, Kaya noted the civilian reporter Charlie Fox was aboard and in rough shape. The last time they'd interacted, Kaya was drunk and angrily chewed out a superior officer. [fn] After Action Wind-Down - 2380.08.02[/fn] Not her cleverest moment, but not her worst either. She had no regrets. "You alright?" she asked, sliding over. [Charlie Fox - Jungle Boogie -> Batfish]"Agreed," Charlie responded, not just with regard to Isaiah Quinn's observations, but also his obvious dislike for Kerelia. "I don't think the FNN will be endorsing this planet, after all." Under other circumstances she might have found it all very amusing, but at that moment she was beginning to feel the effects of her fall, and the reality of the situation. She clenched her jaw and her ass in subconscious habit as the transporter beam engulfed her. When they rematerialised on the transport she remained perfectly still for a few moments, feeling a bit removed from the bustle of the officers who were crammed in together like sardines in a tin and trying to get a handle on the situation. Someone mentioned her name; SilverTail she realised when she finally looked up. "I'm fine," she muttered, her expression betraying her growing irritation. "Quinn's wrist is brushing his ankle at this stage." She waved in the scientist's general direction, indicating that his dislocation was more serious than a few scrapes. She found little interest in the mystery unfolding around her, which would have been a sure sign to anyone who was remotely acquainted with her that something was wrong." "Better than this fellow," she said nodding at the bits of Olsen on the floor before looking up at the source of the question. "Oh, hey," she added, recognising the very engineer she'd been thinking of earlier in the jungle clearing. "Think you could have a look? Something shot a rock at him. Knocked him clear out of the air. I wasn't able to find all the parts..." [Lt. Isaiah Quinn - Runabout Batfish] There needed to be a warning light or something when a runabout took off. Dano had been this close to it all happening again. Luckily, for him, Amanda took it easy on the turns. The door to the head opened, and Dano straightened his uniform and then promptly pressed the door's button to close it. Hopefully, no one would need to make use of the head anytime soon. Apparently, there had been some sort of emergency, because there were a lot more people aboard the Batfish now. His eyes scanned the room, and he quickly picked out the injuries. One of them, the reporter Charlie Fox, the other Lt. Quinn. Instantly, he wasn't looking forward to filing this report. Dr. Baker would definitely want to follow up on the details. That meant he'd have to be very thorough, and maybe he could avoid a potential inquisition. He promptly retrieved a medical tricorder and began scanning both of them before as he approached. A dislocated shoulder... and a series of scrapes and bruises. The Bajoran nurse was curious what the pair had gotten up to out there. "Why don't you two come with me," said Ensign Lenaris. He gestured towards the rear of the runabout where there was more room and they would certainly be out of the way of the others. Quinn conceded, due the pain in his shoulder and honestly, he'd likely be in the way. The others could easily take things from there. It seemed that Ms. Fox had struck up a conversation with Petty Officer Som. He glanced at the Trill whose attention Charlie was trying to bring to her drone. The Bajoran didn't push the point. "I'll get that dermal regenerator ready," he said simply, leaving it as a hint for Charlie to join them in the rear soon. Quinn watched as Ens. Lenaris Danoel approached him. The Science Chief seemed to drone out the man's words, knowing what was coming. There was only one way to get his shoulder back into place, and it wasn't really pleasant. He could feel Dano's hands on his arm. Quinn was expecting the speech to distract him, but instead felt the Bajoran yank his arm outward and pop it back into place. A heavy groan left Quinn's lips, and it was met with the hiss of the hypospray. "That should help with the pain, but probably not by very much."Quinn nodded. "Thanks, Dano," he said. The Bajoran nodded and then moved towards his medkit where he began to calibrate his dermal regenerator, waiting to treat Miss Fox. Quinn paused and tried to glance towards the cockpit, wondering if any answers had been revealed about whom had come after them. It was obvious they had to have been the ones to set the traps, but those traps couldn't have been meant for their team. As Quinn sat there, his mind attempted to turn over the clues they'd come across. The trap was too primitive to have captured a member of their team. So, what could they possibly have been trying to catch? His eyes slowly widened as the pieces began to fit together.
Tag: Charlie Fox , Kaya Som , Batfish crew [Runabout Batfish] A snort of laughter rang through the runabout from the comm at the commodore's demand. =?= Why should we tell you anything, you fools? You may have halted our business interests here; but there are many planets inhabited with lower lifeforms, and many who are willing to pay for them. We will simply move on. Good luck finding all of our traps. =?= The comm disconnected, leaving the Starfleet officers as much in the dark about what they'd been facing as when the first attack had occurred on the surface. The busyness aboard the shuttle had hardly been impacted by the brief conversation as the many officers and civilians did their best to make space for themselves. Get us back to the station, Saya ordered Lt. Lynn. The pilot nodded and changed course, speeding toward their home in orbit. Petty Officer S'Riia, collect all of the data we've collected on these poachers: linguistic, scans from the runabout's sensors and from the tricorders, and the blood samples. She gestured toward T'Laara. Security and science need to work together to begin analyzing everything. See what we can figure out.
Petty Officer Som, add your data to the file. If you can assist with the analysis, I'm sure it would be welcomed.Left Ear hesitated to leave the poor creature, but knew she had to take care of her crewmates. With a grateful nod to Lea, she said, She's doing slightly better. Let me hook up an IV quickly. The bones will need to be set and knit, but I think it might be best to wait until we get to the station for that. Let's wrap her carefully in the useful to immobilize, then keep a scanner on her and let me know if anything changes. The Sivaoan worked as she spoke and was soon moving over to check out the members of the other group, who seemed to have taken quite a beating. When she paused beside her fellow Sivaoan to check on him, SilverTail gave her an ironic look and said, You look as if you need help more than I do.Left Ear's tail coiled tiredly, but after a quick scan to ensure that none of his scratches needed immediate care, she glanced around to see who else needed help. It looked like a Starfleet medical officer was taking care of Isaiah Quinn and had spoken to Charlie Fox, so Left Ear went to Phoebe, who looked as rough as the others from that group. Do you need medical assistance? the Sivaoan asked, observing the blood on Phoebe's hand. [Kerelia, In the Woods] The creature that had led them to his injured mate keened as she vanished along with the team. ~~~~~~~~~~ Analysis of the data collected on the poachers revealed only that they weren't a race the Federation had ever encountered, but there's enough data to start building a profile in case there are future encounters. They were able to heal the injured dragon creature and return her to her forest (when teams returned to retrieve all of the abandoned equipment), to the apparent joy of her clan. They lined the trees at the edge of the forest as their matriarch was released in the open and flapped her way back to them.
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Phoebe Volante
Security & Tactical
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Nov 1, 2020 0:42:10 GMT
Left Ear's tail coiled tiredly, but after a quick scan to ensure that none of his scratches needed immediate care, she glanced around to see who else needed help. It looked like a Starfleet medical officer was taking care of Isaiah Quinn and had spoken to Charlie Fox, so Left Ear went to Phoebe, who looked as rough as the others from that group. Do you need medical assistance? the Sivaoan asked, observing the blood on Phoebe's hand. [Ens. Phoebe Volante - Batfish] While Phoebe was tall she was still slender enough that she could slip between the crowd of people to get out of the way of those that needed to be somewhere or required medical attention. As she found a corner to lean into and slide down the wall, she looked over the crowd at the various injuries and shock from the surprise attack. Her eyes held over Charlie and Isaiah, the two who safety and wellbeing was in her hands. The two who she had failed to protect properly. Some first away mission this had been. However, her job was done. She had done it poorly, but it was done all the same. She pulled out a PADD as her slide finally reached the floor and she started tapping away. She was interupted by Left Ear as they asked about her injuries, "It's only a few scratches. Nothing that can't wait until we get back as the others are in greater need than me." The tone of her voice gave away that she was clearly in a bad mood now, but was very badly trying to hide it, "But thank you for the offer Left Ear."A few more beeps on the PADD and she was done. She waited for everyone to start settling down a bit before sliding the PADD over to Charlie. The PADD had a short message on it; "I know some of Olsen's parts were hard to come by, these suppliers should be able to get you what you need. But it may be expensive. If you need anything, you know where to get hold of me." Following the message was a list of names and a way to contact each of them.Phoebe leaned her head back against the wall and then jolted it forward as the pain shot through her like a knife. She looked back at Left Ear, " Actually, maybe my head could do with a bit of a checkup." She smiled weaakly at the Sivaoan. Charlie Fox Soft tag to Ozu (Left Ear)
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