IKC FHew 7C6110
Forgotten Glory – Ambulance
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom
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There is a flash of white light and a ringing noise in Germite's ears.
For a moment he is dazed and confused, unaware of his surroundings, then his vision begins to clear and other noises creep back past the ringing. The floor under him was shacking an bucking like a runaway car. The wall opposite him was covered in blood, spilling down over a low bed.
He appeared to be sitting on a pile of something very hard and pointy.
Looking around he could see he was in the back of an ambulance. There was a pilot slouched against the front control and the ship appeared to be heading towards the ground at a formidable rate.
Germite wasn't sure of where he was or how he got there, or even how to pilot the shuttle that was on a crash course with the ground. What he did know was that for him to survive, he would have to act. He dragged the pilot out of his seat and sat down at the controls.
The Human pilot groaned an looked at him groggily. Then said in a thick Australian drawl, as he was dumped to the ground, "It is my ambition to be death warmed up."
The Doctor could see the altitude and speed gauges. Altitude was dropping and speed was fast. Reduce speed and increase altitude ran through his mind. He tried reducing the throttle and pulling back on the yoke.
The stick bucked under his hands and the engines whined but the nose did not rise.
"Strewth!" came the pilot's voice, now very much awake and recovering, "Are you trying to get us killed? You'll shear the wings of faster than a Ringer on pay day. Move over."
The pilot jumped back in the seat and immediately pushed the throttle to full. The ground came at them even faster. He eased on the stick very slowly at first.
"These buckets don't have aileron control worth a damn. To get any steering you need power. SO to get out of a death dive...."
The ground was now so clear that Germite could make out individual structures on the ground. For example there appeared to be a large building complex immediately in front of them.
"... you need to power into the dive and slide out, like a Bondi Rip."
The nose was beginning to lift. This was not very reassuring as Germite could now see individual windows on the complex below.
"Then, when you have enough angle, you can ease of throttle and slowly kick in the RCS."
The structure was coming closer still Gemite could see it was dominated by a large domed structure and lots of pointy bits and large arch ways. The appeared to be heading for an archway now.
"Then at the last minute, you cut power, Max out the IDS, boost the Nav Def, and punch the Landing tractors for good measure."
Despite the Inertial Dampening systems Germite had to brace himself against the pilot's chair as the ambulance came to a sudden halt. A glance at the gauges told him they were a mere 30cm off the ground.
The pilot turned to him, all smiles, "Not a scratch on her. How's our patient?"
Germite's knuckles were white. He was still a little shaken from the near death experience. "Patient?" Germite thought for a moment, the blood on the wall covered in blood came into his mind. "It doesn't look good, but I will go check." He walked into the back of the ambulance and surveyed his patient. "Vital signs are weak, but steady. Do you think you can get us safely to the hospital, or at least call for another ambulance."
Germite frowned. There was something wrong with the feed. During all of the acrobatics the monitors hadn't even registered a change in blood pressure. He pulled the cover back to look at the unfortunate soul.
Underneath the sheet, hooked to a fake bio-feed were a massive pile of weapons, all with transporter tags. There was enough to equip a small assault team.
"Shit, Doc," the pilot whistled, "Are you collecting or delivering those?"
He rubbed his head. "It's all a bit foggy. Where exactly were we going before we went into that last dive?'
The pilot looked hard at Germite for a while before answering, "You too, huh? Last thing I remember is talking to some Klingons. Then there's sorta... fuzzy. Suddenly you're pulling me out the jockey seat."
He looked around them. "Kinda figured this for an ambulance, with the medical equipment and blood. Figured you had to be a doctor. You seem to be wearing a nice doctor uniform, and I know I am a pilot, not a medic."
He shrugged, "Maybe we got shanghaied by the Klingons and we stole a bunch of weapons and did a runner?"
Germite shook his head, "I've got too much of a survival instinct than to try to steal weapons from Klingons. Is there some sort of autopilot on this shuttle or a blackbox so we can see where we started and what our path was?"
The pilot grinned, "Like it!"
He turned to the console again and pulled up a flight path, "Looks like we did a drop of at the hospital already, then just sort of sat around in low orbit for.... Hmm. There is a shield around the facility. Everywhere but where we're parked. Seems someones left a bit of a hole. And our transporter buffers were in use recently."
"Strewth!" he called suddenly, pointing to the sensors. "Look up there. That's a Miranda class vessel taking on some smaller craft. Looks like a lot of debris."
"What's a Miranda doing still in service? I'm not Starfleet. Are you?"
The pilot looked very uncomfortable for a moment, "I... was. Unless something drastic happened in the last day, I am not any more. There are a few Miranda still in service, mostly as training vessels or low priority patrols. They're good ships with some serious firepower. They seriously out gun those tiddlers."
"My vote is we steer clear of it. Back to those transporter buffers. Did we beam something in or something out?"
Another control panel and the man responded, "Beaming out... Weapons and explosives. Apparently we are arms dealers. That... doesn't sound like me."
Germite shook his head. "That doesn't sound like me either. Perhaps we are on some sort of mission. Is there any other logs that could tell us what we either did or were about to do?"
The human shrugged, "Dunno, blue. D'ya keep a diary? Like I said before, We dropped someone at the hospital and then flew to this nice little gap in the shields and started beaming out weapons."
"Thing is, there is still some heavy buffer around the facility. We would need a repeater on the ground near our target location if we were going to..."
He looked out the window again.
"Hospital's there. Big complex next to it, looks like some sort of estate. The hospital backs on to it. If the patient we dropped of had a repeater on them and could get close enough tot he hospital wall... we'd be able to beam right into that facility."
"I am not picking up a signal now though. So the question becomes, do we wait here for a signal, run for cover or go and see if our guy needs to be collected again?"
Germite studied on the options for a moment. He knew that his natural inclination was to keep his neck out of the line of fire, but if people were depending on him, he could not abandon them. It was one more time where duty prevailed over self preservation. "As hard as we got hit, he could have gotten hit harder, we need to check on him."
The pilot nodded, "You got it , Doc."
He settled back into con and fired up the engines again. Germite sat quickly in the copilot's seat, remembering the last flying this guy did. He needn't have been worried. The ambulance turned and strolled off at a leisurely pace towards the area marked out for medical drop off.
"Don't want to attract too much attention, do we?" he smiled. "Do yo know who we are looking for? Can we scan, or do we need to get our feet dirty?"
Germite wasn't certain how to answer the question. "Look for someone that we know." He took a breath. "I suspect we'll have to go groundside, but let's try a scan first. We could get lucky."
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom
Post Details
| Title | Ambulance | |
| Mission | Forgotten Glory | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom | |
| Posted | Thu Feb 27, 2014 @ 5:11am | |
| Location | Ambulance | |
| Timeline | T 0:00 |
For a moment he is dazed and confused, unaware of his surroundings, then his vision begins to clear and other noises creep back past the ringing. The floor under him was shacking an bucking like a runaway car. The wall opposite him was covered in blood, spilling down over a low bed.
He appeared to be sitting on a pile of something very hard and pointy.
Looking around he could see he was in the back of an ambulance. There was a pilot slouched against the front control and the ship appeared to be heading towards the ground at a formidable rate.
Germite wasn't sure of where he was or how he got there, or even how to pilot the shuttle that was on a crash course with the ground. What he did know was that for him to survive, he would have to act. He dragged the pilot out of his seat and sat down at the controls.
The Human pilot groaned an looked at him groggily. Then said in a thick Australian drawl, as he was dumped to the ground, "It is my ambition to be death warmed up."
The Doctor could see the altitude and speed gauges. Altitude was dropping and speed was fast. Reduce speed and increase altitude ran through his mind. He tried reducing the throttle and pulling back on the yoke.
The stick bucked under his hands and the engines whined but the nose did not rise.
"Strewth!" came the pilot's voice, now very much awake and recovering, "Are you trying to get us killed? You'll shear the wings of faster than a Ringer on pay day. Move over."
The pilot jumped back in the seat and immediately pushed the throttle to full. The ground came at them even faster. He eased on the stick very slowly at first.
"These buckets don't have aileron control worth a damn. To get any steering you need power. SO to get out of a death dive...."
The ground was now so clear that Germite could make out individual structures on the ground. For example there appeared to be a large building complex immediately in front of them.
"... you need to power into the dive and slide out, like a Bondi Rip."
The nose was beginning to lift. This was not very reassuring as Germite could now see individual windows on the complex below.
"Then, when you have enough angle, you can ease of throttle and slowly kick in the RCS."
The structure was coming closer still Gemite could see it was dominated by a large domed structure and lots of pointy bits and large arch ways. The appeared to be heading for an archway now.
"Then at the last minute, you cut power, Max out the IDS, boost the Nav Def, and punch the Landing tractors for good measure."
Despite the Inertial Dampening systems Germite had to brace himself against the pilot's chair as the ambulance came to a sudden halt. A glance at the gauges told him they were a mere 30cm off the ground.
The pilot turned to him, all smiles, "Not a scratch on her. How's our patient?"
Germite's knuckles were white. He was still a little shaken from the near death experience. "Patient?" Germite thought for a moment, the blood on the wall covered in blood came into his mind. "It doesn't look good, but I will go check." He walked into the back of the ambulance and surveyed his patient. "Vital signs are weak, but steady. Do you think you can get us safely to the hospital, or at least call for another ambulance."
Germite frowned. There was something wrong with the feed. During all of the acrobatics the monitors hadn't even registered a change in blood pressure. He pulled the cover back to look at the unfortunate soul.
Underneath the sheet, hooked to a fake bio-feed were a massive pile of weapons, all with transporter tags. There was enough to equip a small assault team.
"Shit, Doc," the pilot whistled, "Are you collecting or delivering those?"
He rubbed his head. "It's all a bit foggy. Where exactly were we going before we went into that last dive?'
The pilot looked hard at Germite for a while before answering, "You too, huh? Last thing I remember is talking to some Klingons. Then there's sorta... fuzzy. Suddenly you're pulling me out the jockey seat."
He looked around them. "Kinda figured this for an ambulance, with the medical equipment and blood. Figured you had to be a doctor. You seem to be wearing a nice doctor uniform, and I know I am a pilot, not a medic."
He shrugged, "Maybe we got shanghaied by the Klingons and we stole a bunch of weapons and did a runner?"
Germite shook his head, "I've got too much of a survival instinct than to try to steal weapons from Klingons. Is there some sort of autopilot on this shuttle or a blackbox so we can see where we started and what our path was?"
The pilot grinned, "Like it!"
He turned to the console again and pulled up a flight path, "Looks like we did a drop of at the hospital already, then just sort of sat around in low orbit for.... Hmm. There is a shield around the facility. Everywhere but where we're parked. Seems someones left a bit of a hole. And our transporter buffers were in use recently."
"Strewth!" he called suddenly, pointing to the sensors. "Look up there. That's a Miranda class vessel taking on some smaller craft. Looks like a lot of debris."
"What's a Miranda doing still in service? I'm not Starfleet. Are you?"
The pilot looked very uncomfortable for a moment, "I... was. Unless something drastic happened in the last day, I am not any more. There are a few Miranda still in service, mostly as training vessels or low priority patrols. They're good ships with some serious firepower. They seriously out gun those tiddlers."
"My vote is we steer clear of it. Back to those transporter buffers. Did we beam something in or something out?"
Another control panel and the man responded, "Beaming out... Weapons and explosives. Apparently we are arms dealers. That... doesn't sound like me."
Germite shook his head. "That doesn't sound like me either. Perhaps we are on some sort of mission. Is there any other logs that could tell us what we either did or were about to do?"
The human shrugged, "Dunno, blue. D'ya keep a diary? Like I said before, We dropped someone at the hospital and then flew to this nice little gap in the shields and started beaming out weapons."
"Thing is, there is still some heavy buffer around the facility. We would need a repeater on the ground near our target location if we were going to..."
He looked out the window again.
"Hospital's there. Big complex next to it, looks like some sort of estate. The hospital backs on to it. If the patient we dropped of had a repeater on them and could get close enough tot he hospital wall... we'd be able to beam right into that facility."
"I am not picking up a signal now though. So the question becomes, do we wait here for a signal, run for cover or go and see if our guy needs to be collected again?"
Germite studied on the options for a moment. He knew that his natural inclination was to keep his neck out of the line of fire, but if people were depending on him, he could not abandon them. It was one more time where duty prevailed over self preservation. "As hard as we got hit, he could have gotten hit harder, we need to check on him."
The pilot nodded, "You got it , Doc."
He settled back into con and fired up the engines again. Germite sat quickly in the copilot's seat, remembering the last flying this guy did. He needn't have been worried. The ambulance turned and strolled off at a leisurely pace towards the area marked out for medical drop off.
"Don't want to attract too much attention, do we?" he smiled. "Do yo know who we are looking for? Can we scan, or do we need to get our feet dirty?"
Germite wasn't certain how to answer the question. "Look for someone that we know." He took a breath. "I suspect we'll have to go groundside, but let's try a scan first. We could get lucky."