<<OOC: Takes place shortly before the Vulcan's Great Escape with the help of a sympathetic Marine >>
[USS Charon, Sickbay]
Chaos was the best term to describe the situation in sickbay. There were at least three dozen people crowding the medical center- most were sweaty, soot covered, and all of them wore tired and exasperated expressions. Shiarrael could understand them- she also felt exhausted and exasperated. She stopped at the entrance still panting from her recent excursion on deck 8. One of the nurses, a short stocky blonde haired woman approached her "Captain- are you okay?"
"I am fine." Shiarrael lied and held the child out for the woman to take "check over her and then find this girl's parents." When she released her grip on the child moist emerald hand prints covered the girl's grey colored outfit. The nurse looked concerned but Shiarrael shook her head and dispelled it "I appeared to have burned my hands- the girl seems fin-" She paused noticing something familiar in the periphery of her vision. Looking across sickbay she saw Sakarra- a wave of relief hit her but she instantly realized the Lieutenant was in the middle of a bloody mess. "Lieutenant Tyrax? What is her status?" She asked the nurse. Her neutral tone held the concerned panic at bay.
"Stable- surprisingly enough. Surgeon Kethry was able to stabilize her- somehow." The nurse looked at the bloody scene "but as you can see it is not the prettiest of sights. I'll have one of the doctors come look at your hands in a minute Captain."
Shiarrael nodded at the nurse and then slowly made her way towards the biobed where Sakarra lay- pale, bloody, and unconscious." She stopped at the edge of the bed. Her heart skipped a beat at the Lieutenant's stillness but after a long second Sakarra's chest rose as she took in a breath. Then, to Shiarrael's surprise, the Lieutenant's eyes opened and her irises focused on her.
"Nh-o'tu" Sakarra commented as awareness of her surroundings flooded back into her mind. To her mild surprise, her usually deep, melodious voice sounded just somewhat husky and it was difficult to draw sufficient breath. Quite vexing, really.
Ah.
The awareness of why she was here followed right on the heels of realizing where she was, and she would have huffed in annoyance, had she not sensed a familiar presence nearby.
Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked at the harsh lights and focused on her CO's face.
"Captain." Sakarra tried to struggle into a sitting position to greet her CO properly, but somehow her cold, exhausted body refused to cooperate. Unacceptable. Propping herself up on her elbows by sheer force of will, she gave a courteous nod and then noticed the deeply concerned look in the other woman's eyes.
Hm. Someone might have done something about all the blood, really, but considering the number of patients crowing the sickbay, they might have simply forgotten.
Ah.
The awareness of why she was here followed right on the heels of realizing where she was, and she would have huffed in annoyance, had she not sensed a familiar presence nearby.
Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked at the harsh lights and focused on her CO's face.
"Captain." Sakarra tried to struggle into a sitting position to greet her CO properly, but somehow her cold, exhausted body refused to cooperate. Unacceptable. Propping herself up on her elbows by sheer force of will, she gave a courteous nod and then noticed the deeply concerned look in the other woman's eyes.
Hm. Someone might have done something about all the blood, really, but considering the number of patients crowing the sickbay, they might have simply forgotten.
'She is stubborn' Shiarrael thought and was tempted to smile. It was easy for her to see the pain in the woman's eyes. 'Poor child, what have we done to you?' She balled her hands and slid them behind her back to hide her own injuries from Sakarra "you look awful Lieutenant." She grinned ever so slightly "how did you get back here?"
The young Vulcan quirked a brow at the 'awful' comment, but had to concede that it was probably true.
"If you refer to my arrival at sickbay, Captain, I must admit I am not entirely certain." Sakarra took another labored breath and just so managed not to frown at the pain in her chest. It was perfectly normal that once pain reached a certain threshold, no control technique would be sufficient and one had to simply endure the experience. That didn't mean she had to like it.
"If you refer to my arrival at sickbay, Captain, I must admit I am not entirely certain." Sakarra took another labored breath and just so managed not to frown at the pain in her chest. It was perfectly normal that once pain reached a certain threshold, no control technique would be sufficient and one had to simply endure the experience. That didn't mean she had to like it.
"If however your inquiry pertains to our escape from ch`Dabhae, it was as much random chance as it was Mr Dicari's ingenuity that led us to find Charon again." pausing for another breath, the young woman gritted her teeth and managed to sit up at last, prompting a panicked nurse to race in her direction. Of course she was still in the rather undignified position of wearing nothing but a thin set of covers, but she wrapped those around herself as if they were ceremonial clan robes and glared at the nurse before exhaling sharply. Ow.
"And I believe I should mention that the pursuing warbird acted most unwisely by attempting to capture rather than destroy us, which in turn allowed us to inflict minor damage and find refuge in the nebula."
Swaying just a little before she managed to steady herself again, Sakarra noticed that her long, black curls were decorated with dried blood. Blinking at the strands falling over her chest and down to her hips, she could hardly suppress the smirk wanting to cross her face. What a sight she must make indeed. Awful had been a polite way of putting it.
Swaying just a little before she managed to steady herself again, Sakarra noticed that her long, black curls were decorated with dried blood. Blinking at the strands falling over her chest and down to her hips, she could hardly suppress the smirk wanting to cross her face. What a sight she must make indeed. Awful had been a polite way of putting it.
'Capture?' Shiarrael was disturbed by the mere thought. 'What do they want with us?' She wondered while studying her second officer- and then it hit her like a trampling overweight fvai. As she gave the order to abandon the away teams', sensors detected a mutagenic weapon launch. If they wanted to capture them- then it only made sense. "When I gave the order to leave" she paused remembering her decision clearly "a weapon launch was detected. Computers identified it as mutagenic in nature- a biological weapon. Capture…" Her thoughts coalesced into a hideous realization "they want to use this crew as test subjects- such a variety of species on this side of Romulan space."
She trembled at the mere thought- horrified. Shiarrael could only imagine what they would do to the Charon's crew should they be captured. It instilled in her a greater urgency to find a way to even the odds- and something more now. She decided to reverse the fortunes a bit "is there anything else you can tell me Lieutenant?"
Sakarra nodded thoughtfully at the Captain's irrefutable logic - for people wishing to broaden the spectrum of a mutagenic weapon, Charon with her diverse crew had to be an ideal source of test subjects - and nearly fell off the biobed in the process.
Silently cursing herself for this display of weakness, however brief, the young Vulcan summoned the last tattered bits of her composure to keep both the pain and the anger from showing on her face.
Silently cursing herself for this display of weakness, however brief, the young Vulcan summoned the last tattered bits of her composure to keep both the pain and the anger from showing on her face.
Unfortunately, for someone with the CO's sharp ears, both would be only too obvious in the unusually deep, husky timbre of her voice.
After a heartbeat's time of consideration, Sakarra decided that a Vulcan who had been observed laughing while a surgeon maniacally worked to keep her from dying under his hands had little reason to be squeamish about small emotional displays now.
After a heartbeat's time of consideration, Sakarra decided that a Vulcan who had been observed laughing while a surgeon maniacally worked to keep her from dying under his hands had little reason to be squeamish about small emotional displays now.
"Indeed I can, Captain." she lifted her face to meet the other woman's violet gaze again, and for a split-second, something flickered in the depths of her black eyes. Something that would have people who had seen it before rather worried now.
"For one, but I believe you are already aware of that, our modified shuttles as well as Charon can easily detect the nebula's unstable plasma eddies. What you may or may not know, is that our pursuers apparently cannot, or only at much closer range. At which time," she paused briefly to draw another breath and wrap the covers around herself more tightly, lest she would add the indignity of shivering from he cold to the long list of humiliation she had endured today "it will be too late for them to escape the ignition of said eddies, as the five fighter craft sent to retrieve our shuttle had to discover, much to their misfortune."
"For one, but I believe you are already aware of that, our modified shuttles as well as Charon can easily detect the nebula's unstable plasma eddies. What you may or may not know, is that our pursuers apparently cannot, or only at much closer range. At which time," she paused briefly to draw another breath and wrap the covers around herself more tightly, lest she would add the indignity of shivering from he cold to the long list of humiliation she had endured today "it will be too late for them to escape the ignition of said eddies, as the five fighter craft sent to retrieve our shuttle had to discover, much to their misfortune."
[To Be continued...]
Captain Shiarrael Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
&
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
