[USS Charon, Shuttlebay]
Brent banged against the hull of the dead shuttlecraft with a grunt. He disliked them. They reminded him too much of a tomb and how many of his comrades had died before they planted their feet on terra firma to fight. Brent had heard the computer complain about how there would be no more oxygen on the deck soon and sealed his helmet back up before returning into the wreck of a shuttle. He grunted as he moved between the wrecked bits of shuttle until he finally came to the cockpit again. He had heard that Sakarra was in sickbay but that she had been attended to here first. He rummaged around some of the rubble near the two seats, tossing bits of exploded console and a few large heavy objects out of his way before he finally discovered the object of his labor.
It was undamaged. Brent breathed a sigh of relief before putting it back on. It felt good to be back to normal for him and he clenched his right hand into a fist before releasing it. "Good," he said to himself before he exited the shuttlebay and eventually the deck itself. Brent found himself wandering down to sickbay to check to see if Lieutenant Sakarra was alright.
[Main Sickbay]
Surrounded by an abundance of noise and the distressing scent of many different species with varying injuries, Sakarra blinked in discomfort.
Although a sympathetic yet completely overworked nurse had moved the young Vulcan from the emerald-drenched biobed and done her best to remove at least as much of the dried blood from her patient as possible before being called to yet another emergency, the young woman was still looking and feeling exceedingly disheveled.
Not to mention cold and thirsty, and her body instinctively insisted on falling into a healing trance while Sakarra fought the very notion of doing so while laid out for everyone to see.
It would be ridiculous, were it not so pathetic.
Although a sympathetic yet completely overworked nurse had moved the young Vulcan from the emerald-drenched biobed and done her best to remove at least as much of the dried blood from her patient as possible before being called to yet another emergency, the young woman was still looking and feeling exceedingly disheveled.
Not to mention cold and thirsty, and her body instinctively insisted on falling into a healing trance while Sakarra fought the very notion of doing so while laid out for everyone to see.
It would be ridiculous, were it not so pathetic.
She struggled to sit up again, and another nurse darted over, shouting incomprehensible things before pushing the reluctant Vulcan back onto the biobed. Any explanation that she was merely taking up space here and that it would be much more logical to let her rest in her quarters, was lost on the medical staff as they darted about the place.
The bright lights made her blink again, and she would have sighed in frustration, had that not cost her the last shred of her admittedly already damaged dignity.
The bright lights made her blink again, and she would have sighed in frustration, had that not cost her the last shred of her admittedly already damaged dignity.
Her next attempt to slide off the biobed unnoticed was thwarted by a sharp pain in her abdomen, and finally by another doctor prattling on about damn stubborn Vulcans and restraining her if she would not stop. Well, they would be unwise to attempt that, as said stubborn Vulcan was now increasingly annoyed. Rather than giving a sharp reply, Sakarra merely glared at the doctor's hands resting on her bare shoulders and pulled the thin covers up further before turning her face upwards. The human backed away in a rather satisfactory fashion, and Sakarra would have been embarrassed about frightening him if she were not so … irritated right now.
The healer murmured something incomprehensible before moving off, and the dark haired young woman sank back into the pillow. Another presence moved close, and she was about to truly unleash some unfriendly remarks, when the familiar face of a marine swam into focus.
"Mr Warren." she said in her low, melodious voice, her exhaustion betrayed only by a slightly husky timbre "Once again, I am gratified to see you have weathered our recent difficulties rather well."
"Mr Warren." she said in her low, melodious voice, her exhaustion betrayed only by a slightly husky timbre "Once again, I am gratified to see you have weathered our recent difficulties rather well."
Brent offered her a smile as he looked down. "No offense lieutenant but you look like hell. Have you been seen by a doctor yet? Aside from that one that brought you in here?" he asked as he tried to make the best he could of the displays nearby. Of course the fact that he knew nothing about what a Vulcan should be while normal made him give that idea up rather quickly.
"It's good to see you still with us in the land of the living. I owe you quite a bit for getting myself and my men back to the ship in one piece."
"Like hell indeed." Sakarra said with the soft exhale that qualified as a Vulcan's sigh. "And yes, I have been 'seen' by the good surgeon, which is why I am still in the land of the living as you put it."
She slowly propped herself up on her elbows, ignoring the brief pain in her chest as well as the fact that the uncooperative covers yet again decided to leave her already cold shoulders open to view and frigid air.
Oh, what she would not give for enough lung capacity to voice her displeasure right now.
"The away team has suffered no casualties, then? That is most satisfactory."
Much more satisfactory than her current situation.
"Mr Warren, I realize this might sound somewhat unusual. However, may I present a request to you?"
She slowly propped herself up on her elbows, ignoring the brief pain in her chest as well as the fact that the uncooperative covers yet again decided to leave her already cold shoulders open to view and frigid air.
Oh, what she would not give for enough lung capacity to voice her displeasure right now.
"The away team has suffered no casualties, then? That is most satisfactory."
Much more satisfactory than her current situation.
"Mr Warren, I realize this might sound somewhat unusual. However, may I present a request to you?"
"Of course. You saved my neck and the neck of my men. Ask away," he said and leaned against the wall nearby. He saw the only Marine he had here nearby. He had not grabbed a hold of something near him fast enough. He had gotten rattled around with a concussion. Brent nodded at the man ever so briefly before turning back to Sakarra.
"Yeah no major casualties. Your co-pilot is around here somewhere, being tended to I'd wager but he was the only other one from the shuttle that I saw as seriously injured. He had a bit of the same console that got you I believe."
"Yeah no major casualties. Your co-pilot is around here somewhere, being tended to I'd wager but he was the only other one from the shuttle that I saw as seriously injured. He had a bit of the same console that got you I believe."
Sakarra briefly quirked a brow at the human's strange expression, but deduced he was referring to the explosion as the something they had 'had'.
"I certainly hope Mr Dicari will recover quickly." she gave another small sigh. It was most unfortunate the young Betazoid had to live through yet another unsettling experience, however one could hope he would find satisfaction in the knowledge his efforts had been essential in rescuing their crewmates.
"I should appreciate your assistance in effecting an escape, Mr Warren."
Before he could protest or laugh, the young Vulcan held up a hand, and with just a bit of effort, pulled herself into a sitting position.
"Under normal circumstances it would be quite illogical to leave sickbay in my condition, yes. However, with the doctors needed to tend to more urgent matters, it seems equally illogical to bother them with a Vulcan's specific … needs… at a time like this. Tell me, Mr Warren, are you familiar with the Vulcan healing trance?"
"I certainly hope Mr Dicari will recover quickly." she gave another small sigh. It was most unfortunate the young Betazoid had to live through yet another unsettling experience, however one could hope he would find satisfaction in the knowledge his efforts had been essential in rescuing their crewmates.
"I should appreciate your assistance in effecting an escape, Mr Warren."
Before he could protest or laugh, the young Vulcan held up a hand, and with just a bit of effort, pulled herself into a sitting position.
"Under normal circumstances it would be quite illogical to leave sickbay in my condition, yes. However, with the doctors needed to tend to more urgent matters, it seems equally illogical to bother them with a Vulcan's specific … needs… at a time like this. Tell me, Mr Warren, are you familiar with the Vulcan healing trance?"
"Can't say that I am. But I'm going to bet it needs complete silence or isn't something you can do here in the middle of Sickbay. Otherwise you'd be doing it right now right," Brent said as he looked at Sakarra for a few moments studying her. He hadn't known too many Vulcans, but Sakarra seemed to be on the level and he doubted that she was lying to him right now.
"Alright I can arrange for a distraction. How fast can you walk all banged up like that? If it isn't fast then I'm going to carry you."
"Alright I can arrange for a distraction. How fast can you walk all banged up like that? If it isn't fast then I'm going to carry you."
"Your bet is one that would have extraordinary chance at succeeding, Mr Warren." Sakarra nodded, the effort of remaining upright becoming quite cumbersome. "Although in complete honesty I should point out I would be perfectly able to induce a trance even here. It simply would present added difficulties which I would very much prefer to avoid."
Not to mention she would not object to regaining at least a small shred of privacy and dignity, if that was even possible.
Not to mention she would not object to regaining at least a small shred of privacy and dignity, if that was even possible.
"And I am indeed 'banged up' rather badly. Therefore your offer of carrying me might be the logical and expedient choice." her black eyes rested on the marine before her with just a little bit of exasperation. She did not like to be carried around like a helpless, useless, … something. But it would not do to exasperate her injuries to the point of requiring surgery yet again, simply because she was being stubborn. She would have to trust him.
Brent nodded before looking around. He saw the nurse that had signed off on the nearby panels indicating that Sakarra was to receive a bit more medicine in an hour or so. Brent then moved away from the injured Vulcan, sliding over to his wounded marine who had the mild concussion. He told the man to go make a large fuss to the nurse for a few moments until Brent had left. The Marine nodded and a few minutes later did just that, going over to the nurse in question and beginning to complain about a headache.
As the nurse began to divide her attention even more Brent returned to Sakarra before watching the nurse. When she finally turned her back and no one was watching them he slipped his arms under the Lieutenant before saying quietly. "Hold onto that sheet, and pray we don't get seen." With that he lifted the Vulcan up with ease and whisked her quickly out of sickbay
[To be continued...]
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Company Commander
USS-Charon
Chief Helm Officer
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Company Commander
USS-Charon
