IKC FHew 7C6110
Training Room – Battle Drill
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' HIchop Matlh
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Medical
Germite and Mike arrived with Tell and four academy recruits. The room was pitch black but Christie quickly switched on emergency lighting.
Tell was laid on a biobed while Germite supported Mike to another bed.
Germite examined Mike with a critical eye. "There's not a whole lot we can do until they get main power turned on. Why don't you lay down and rest." Germite ran a medical tricorder across Mike. "Your injuries appear to be worse than what you've been portraying."
"They were worse when they occurred. Seeing I was also kicked in the process. Just patch it up and I'll get it re-stitched later. I have a patient I am responsible for and I plan to see her treatment through. I have never failed in my duty yet." Mike states.
Germite examined the readings more closely. "You're in no state to be making decisions, much less working on someone else. Stay on the biobed or I'll have to sedate you."
Mike goes to get off the bed. "Like hell. I've treated others while I've been in worse condition than this." As she stands, her knees give way from under her and her hand moves forward to catch her fall.
"No No No...." she whispers quietly.
Germite caught her with an "ummph". He looked over his shoulder, "Cadet, give me a hand with the doctor."
With the help of a burley cadet, Germite managed to get Mike back onto the biobed.
"It's naptime," he injected her with a sedative.
"Like hell....it.....is......" As Mike passes out on the biobed.
The cadet asked, "So, we just pass out sedatives to every difficult patient?"
Bridge
The first team onto the bridge, only a few seconds later than the medical group, were Hichop, Marie, Jared, Maybel, Israna, Marriaa'n, Linx, and the two recruits.
The bridge was abandoned and the lights were out.
Marie held the torch she had grabbed from an Emergency Kit between her teeth. She noted most of the recruits had helped themselves to torches as well. She moved from panel to panel, trying to get them to light up. So far she had tried Tactical, Science and Comms. None had responded.
The Vulcan quickly activated the emergency lighting. When it flickered on, Marie turned her torch off. She might need it later the way things were shaping up.
Tag: Hichop, Marie, Jared, Maybel, Israna, Marriaa'n, Linx
Engineering
Four recruits beamed into the darkened area and got to work, quickly. They skipped the preliminary safety checks and normal slow boot process since the ship had been on hot standby only an hour before.
Bridge
The final ten recruits, including a much relieve Morse, arrived on the Bridge. By now the crew had confirmed the bridge and rest of the ship was empty except for the 30 of them who had just beamed in.
A recruit stepped up to HIchop, "Orders, sir?"
Hichop first turns to Jared "Jared I will need you on Science when power is restored. Do anything you can from here to help Engineering. Bark as many orders as you need. I trust your judgement."
"May'bel you are on Tactical. I want to know that you have a plan to shoot our way to warp if we need to and will excite on my command."
"Israna take two security and kill anything that didn't been over with us. If you come against Ro', well, good luck."
"Marriaa'n, you report to Morse and start scanning for survivors."
"Linx stay out of our way."
"Marie keep everyone to task. Give Morse any support he needs."
Medical
Tells vision began to clear as the drugs wore off and she began to remember what happened. She was sitting with the rest of the crew in a room full of cadets, the explosion, tried to get up and couldn't and then knocked out by that damn Doctor.
It was only then she remembered her leg and tried to feel if it was still there. It was. She said a silent prayer to which ever deity would listen and tried to move it which was easier said than done.
The engineer looked around and didn't recognize where she was, it looked like a Fleeter sickbay. "Where the hell am I?" she called out.
"Easy there. You're in Sickbay on the Prospero." Germite replied.
"Why aren't we on the FHew? " Tell asked him trying to get up. "Ro' will be furious, I have to get back there. Where is he?"
"I'll get you out of here and to engineering as soon as I can, but you won't be able to do anybody any good until we get you back to at least seventy percent."
"What the hell happened after that damned Dr knocked me out?" She asked urgently.
"When the FHew powered up to beam us out, the enemy vessel destroyed it. This was the only vessel left more or less intact. We think that it hasn't been targeted because it was in a low power state. That could change at any moment when the engineering team gets main power restored."
"Germite, you're talking about the FHew here. That ship doesn't ... it can't be just gone...."but one look at him told Tell that Germite was telling the truth. "All the crew on there dead and my things, my violins my..." She stopped herself from thinking too much about what she lost. There would be time to mourn later. "Just patch me up Dr and let me get to engineering."
"I don't know that there is anything you could do, even if I could get you patched up enough to return to duty. What do you know of Starfleet Engineering anyway?"
Tell still wore a ring around her neck that reminded her of some time she had spent on a Starfleet ship. She knew enough at least to get them started and the rest she could make up as she went along.
"You'd be surprised at what I know,"Tell replied trying to sound more confident than she felt. Tell had been an engineer all her life and would have had a brilliant career in Starfleet but she chose otherwise. " Germite please just patch me up for now and let me do my job. I can do this, I really can."
"I don't know why I'm even arguing. The moment I turn my back on you, you'll hobble out of here and do whatever it is you were planning on doing." He paused for a moment, then his face changed.
Germite had moved from battlefield to battlefield since he was 15, He was taken prisoner on Red World and given the 'opportunity' to serve House Matlh by serving as medic on FHew. His main assignment was to keep Ro' alive. Now the FHew has been destroyed and Ro' is dead. His mission was a failure.
He turned and looked around. "Cadets get over here. This is your first lesson in Klingon battlefield medicine. Klingon's don't care about future consequences, they only want to get back on their feet and get back into battle."
One of the cadets raised her hand. "But, Sir, she isn't a Klingon."
Germite shook his head. "I know that and you know that, but she has served aboard the FHew so long, that she thinks like them."
He turned back to Tell. "Lesson two, Klingons don't like to use anesthetic. They almost treasure pain."
Germite had an almost maniacal smile on his face as he leaned towards Tell. "This is gonna hurt."
He leaned back and turned towards his audience. "Lesson three, bedside manner doesn't really matter."
He pointed to one of the cadets, "Have a dermal regenerator ready."
Then pointed at two others, "Hold her down."
"Just wait one damn minute, Dr Death," replied Tell. Fuming and fighting off hands that were struggling to get a hold of her. She managed to swing her left arm and her fist connected with a cadets nose. Blood poured out of it like a fountain. He staggered to a sink muttering something about changing careers if this is what he had to put up with all the time.
"This isn't fair," she complained. "I even said please. Surely that counts for something?" But she could tell from the look on Germite's face that there was no room for argument.
"You said you wanted to go back to work. Here's the test. If you can make it through this without passing out, I'll let you run on down to engineering."
He looked at the fourth cadet. "While your friend is dealing with his wounds, you help hold my patient down.
Tell felt defeated and all her energy seemed to sap right out of her. She knew deep down she couldn't face that much pain and she surrendered "I need..." but Tell didn't get a chance to finish.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." Germite grabbed the chair leg that had gone through Tell's leg and pulled it out.
Her screams were like that of a crazed Banshee on heat in the noonday sun. Even the walls reverberated with the sound. If Tell had got free she would have ripped Germite's head off with one easy swing of her arm and decked the rest of the cadets. She let loose a few foul Klingon curses at her tormentor.
"Give me drugs," she screamed again at him "and I'll let you live."
Her vision was beginning to blur, she couldn't pass out not now, not here, save it for later.
He reached over to the cadet with the dermal regenerator. "Now it's your turn. Turn that thing on and aim it at her injury."
Christie nodded, She stepped in quickly; a regenerator was a close range device. She gripped Tel''s ankle surprisingly firmly as she began to close the epidermal layer. There was still a great deal of internal muscle damage, but she felt it inappropriate to point that out after what she had been told.
Tell was dripping with sweat, she couldn't afford to go into shock and just lay there thinking of ways to get her revenge. She imagined feeding the warp core with his severed limbs. Hell hath no fury like a 'Tell' scorned, but she could have wept if it wasn't for her steely resolve and adrenalin that kept her going.
Slowly the bleeding stopped. "I'd offer you some painkillers, but this was the lesson in Klingon field medicine." Germite's manical smile returned.
The repair of her leg was almost complete and the cadets let go of her and stepped back to a safe distance. Tell was weak and shaken, all the fight had gone out of her, but at least she was free to walk out of sickbay. Without even asking, she swung her legs over the biobed and onto the floor. It was agony, but she kept telling herself she was strong and could do this.
One of the cadets felt sorry for her and offered to help, but the wild look she gave him warned him that she would break his arm if he even touched her. She collided with the med trolley and sent it flying across the room scattering its contents everywhere.
She stumbled to the door but before she walked out of sickbay she turned back to Germite. "You come anywhere near Engineering, Dr Death, and you'rr a dead man. Understand? A dead man."
Tell would never walk into a sickbay again.
Germite turned back to the cadets. "That concludes lesson one if Klingon field medicine. Hang around and I'm sure another patient will arrive for the start of lesson two."
Bridge
There was a sudden hum and all of the panels lit up. The main viewer remained dead as power was now limited to Shields, SIF, IDF, and basic Life support.
"We have RCS and impulse control!" yelled the recruit from the Helm station.
"Confirmed, replied the Vulcan at operations, "We are still three minutes away from having Warpdrive operational."
At least we’ve got shields, Marie thought. We can defend ourselves.
She hurried over to Tactical. Some parts of the console had lit up, “We can use phasers but targeting is still off-line. We’ll have to do it manually. And unless someone goes down to the torpedo bays and physically loads them into the tubes we don’t have them either.”
Tag: Hichop, Jared, Maybel, Israna, Marriaa'n, Linx
Hichop Turns to helm "What is your name boy?"
"Master, sir," the youth replied, "Cadet First class, Flight and Command Trained."
Hichop leans in "BOY, Do not move until I tell you and if when I do you haven't got the handbrake off I will relieve you permanently."
"Aye, sir," Masters replied already running preflight checks.
"May'bel I need to know when that Warbird twitches. Jarad Scan the debris. We need to know as much about their weapon as we can before we leave."
Turbo lift
Tell staggered to a turbo lift only to find that there was no power, it was going to have to be the long way round to engineering. She looked and found there was a service ladder around the corner from the lift and waited there in the semi darkness. Tell withdrew a hypospray from under her top. No one had noticed the engineer stealing it from sickbay during her collision with the med trolley. She injected her self with the much needed painkiller and it fell to the floor along with her.
A blackness was threatening on the edge of her vision like a storm cloud. Any other time she would have welcomed it but Tell was uneasy about being found so close to sickbay. She forced herself to sit up and massage her throbbing painful leg until the painkiller took affect.
A few minutes later she was able to stand, there was no pain but her leg felt stiff and heavy. She stood on the ladder not knowing where engineering was but she followed her gut instinct and headed down.
Medical
The computers powered up in the medical bay. Germite looked around. It was like waking from a daze. Germite saw the cadets standing well away from him. Then he noticed Mike on the biobed. He remembered that she was injured. Someone was missing. It came to him. Tell. Where was Tell?
He looked at the cadets, "All right, now that we have main power restored, we can go about operating on the doctor."
He stepped over to the biobed and closed it over Mike. It seemed like forever since he had used such a well equipped facility.
He ran the scanner on the biobed. There is a rather large and deep gash across her back, the stitches have been torn by the impact in the holodeck. There also seems to be something embedded in it, that seems to be penetrating her spleen.
Germite looked over to the cadets. "All right, the next lesson is to know the difference between battlefield medicine and surgery. This is far more serious. If she were a Klingon, I would stop the bleeding and put some more blood into her, then send her back into battle. But, she is not a Klingon and we are in a relatively stable environment."
The cadets were now crowding around for a better vantage.
"All right, roll her onto her stomach so we can operate." Germite waited while one of the cadets followed his instructions. He looked over to another. "Before we start, start an IV."
The cadet quickly set up the appropriate device on Mike's arm, far less intrusive and cumbersome that the ancient drip feeds.
"Now we are going to remove the object that has impaled her spleen." Germite peeled back the skin and surrounding tissue.
"That's strange." He pointed to the object embedded in Mike's spleen.
The object appeared small, metallic and rather similar to what those is Starfleet all wore. It was a comm badge, and it had embedded almost completely in the spleen. Only one side of the external ring could be seen.
Germite pointed to another cadet. "Be ready with the autosuture. I don't normally do this sort of surgery, but when there's no one else...." He gripped the comm badge with a pair of forceps. Then he carefully pulled it free. He dropped it on a metal tray with a clank. He turned to the cadet with the autosuture. "Your turn. Get her closed up."
The youth nodded and began his work.
Engineering
After what seemed an age the doors to engineering opened and a young woman stood there holding the door frame for support. Tell had been lucky that engineering had only been one deck down from sickbay but the sheer effort of the climb down had taken its toll on her. Tell pulled herself upright and with a deep breath limped in to face the recruits.
"What have we got?" she snapped
A Bolian was the closest and responded fastest, "We have three of the five fusion reactors online, so we have basic shields and Impulse control. We left the remaining to so we could focus on the M/ARA, but she is sluggish starting. There are all sorts of safety protocols to stop you switching them off and on again. We are still in the mandatory cool down period. It will be another," he checked a display, "Two minutes, fourty before we are Warp capable."
Tell shook her head at the recruits just standing there. Starfleet engineers what do they know of the real world out there. she thought There's more to a ship than just pretty lines and clean surfaces. Its all the same when you get down to the nitty gritty nuts and bolts that hold it all together.
"Someone find me something to lean on." she asked "While I tell you what to do."
"The MARA is sluggish then so we will have to give it a boost. " We'll try re-injecting the raw plasma back into the manifold to increase the pressure/heat ratio. Your going to have to do this on your own as I need to sit down for a bit but I'll direct you."
One of the Cadets got to work immediately, another got a chair. The third simply looked aghast while the Bolian protested, "Sir, Re-injecting the Plasma will produce unpredictable power spikes. We risk catastrophic ignition. At best it could blow out half the conduits. At worst we could flood Engineering with radiation and blow the Nacelles!"
"Then you'd better make sure it doesn't happen." replied the engineer "At the least we'll loose a dozen or more relays so lets not think about the most just yet shall we. It'll be fine. You wanted to learn something new any way so now's your chance to. Now do your job and get to work."
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' HIchop Matlh
Post Details
| Title | Battle Drill | |
| Mission | Training Room | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Ensign Israna Haan & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Ne' Mariaa'n Si'van & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' HIchop Matlh | |
| Posted | Sat Apr 19, 2014 @ 6:46am | |
| Location | USS Prospero |
Germite and Mike arrived with Tell and four academy recruits. The room was pitch black but Christie quickly switched on emergency lighting.
Tell was laid on a biobed while Germite supported Mike to another bed.
Germite examined Mike with a critical eye. "There's not a whole lot we can do until they get main power turned on. Why don't you lay down and rest." Germite ran a medical tricorder across Mike. "Your injuries appear to be worse than what you've been portraying."
"They were worse when they occurred. Seeing I was also kicked in the process. Just patch it up and I'll get it re-stitched later. I have a patient I am responsible for and I plan to see her treatment through. I have never failed in my duty yet." Mike states.
Germite examined the readings more closely. "You're in no state to be making decisions, much less working on someone else. Stay on the biobed or I'll have to sedate you."
Mike goes to get off the bed. "Like hell. I've treated others while I've been in worse condition than this." As she stands, her knees give way from under her and her hand moves forward to catch her fall.
"No No No...." she whispers quietly.
Germite caught her with an "ummph". He looked over his shoulder, "Cadet, give me a hand with the doctor."
With the help of a burley cadet, Germite managed to get Mike back onto the biobed.
"It's naptime," he injected her with a sedative.
"Like hell....it.....is......" As Mike passes out on the biobed.
The cadet asked, "So, we just pass out sedatives to every difficult patient?"
Bridge
The first team onto the bridge, only a few seconds later than the medical group, were Hichop, Marie, Jared, Maybel, Israna, Marriaa'n, Linx, and the two recruits.
The bridge was abandoned and the lights were out.
Marie held the torch she had grabbed from an Emergency Kit between her teeth. She noted most of the recruits had helped themselves to torches as well. She moved from panel to panel, trying to get them to light up. So far she had tried Tactical, Science and Comms. None had responded.
The Vulcan quickly activated the emergency lighting. When it flickered on, Marie turned her torch off. She might need it later the way things were shaping up.
Tag: Hichop, Marie, Jared, Maybel, Israna, Marriaa'n, Linx
Engineering
Four recruits beamed into the darkened area and got to work, quickly. They skipped the preliminary safety checks and normal slow boot process since the ship had been on hot standby only an hour before.
Bridge
The final ten recruits, including a much relieve Morse, arrived on the Bridge. By now the crew had confirmed the bridge and rest of the ship was empty except for the 30 of them who had just beamed in.
A recruit stepped up to HIchop, "Orders, sir?"
Hichop first turns to Jared "Jared I will need you on Science when power is restored. Do anything you can from here to help Engineering. Bark as many orders as you need. I trust your judgement."
"May'bel you are on Tactical. I want to know that you have a plan to shoot our way to warp if we need to and will excite on my command."
"Israna take two security and kill anything that didn't been over with us. If you come against Ro', well, good luck."
"Marriaa'n, you report to Morse and start scanning for survivors."
"Linx stay out of our way."
"Marie keep everyone to task. Give Morse any support he needs."
Medical
Tells vision began to clear as the drugs wore off and she began to remember what happened. She was sitting with the rest of the crew in a room full of cadets, the explosion, tried to get up and couldn't and then knocked out by that damn Doctor.
It was only then she remembered her leg and tried to feel if it was still there. It was. She said a silent prayer to which ever deity would listen and tried to move it which was easier said than done.
The engineer looked around and didn't recognize where she was, it looked like a Fleeter sickbay. "Where the hell am I?" she called out.
"Easy there. You're in Sickbay on the Prospero." Germite replied.
"Why aren't we on the FHew? " Tell asked him trying to get up. "Ro' will be furious, I have to get back there. Where is he?"
"I'll get you out of here and to engineering as soon as I can, but you won't be able to do anybody any good until we get you back to at least seventy percent."
"What the hell happened after that damned Dr knocked me out?" She asked urgently.
"When the FHew powered up to beam us out, the enemy vessel destroyed it. This was the only vessel left more or less intact. We think that it hasn't been targeted because it was in a low power state. That could change at any moment when the engineering team gets main power restored."
"Germite, you're talking about the FHew here. That ship doesn't ... it can't be just gone...."but one look at him told Tell that Germite was telling the truth. "All the crew on there dead and my things, my violins my..." She stopped herself from thinking too much about what she lost. There would be time to mourn later. "Just patch me up Dr and let me get to engineering."
"I don't know that there is anything you could do, even if I could get you patched up enough to return to duty. What do you know of Starfleet Engineering anyway?"
Tell still wore a ring around her neck that reminded her of some time she had spent on a Starfleet ship. She knew enough at least to get them started and the rest she could make up as she went along.
"You'd be surprised at what I know,"Tell replied trying to sound more confident than she felt. Tell had been an engineer all her life and would have had a brilliant career in Starfleet but she chose otherwise. " Germite please just patch me up for now and let me do my job. I can do this, I really can."
"I don't know why I'm even arguing. The moment I turn my back on you, you'll hobble out of here and do whatever it is you were planning on doing." He paused for a moment, then his face changed.
Germite had moved from battlefield to battlefield since he was 15, He was taken prisoner on Red World and given the 'opportunity' to serve House Matlh by serving as medic on FHew. His main assignment was to keep Ro' alive. Now the FHew has been destroyed and Ro' is dead. His mission was a failure.
He turned and looked around. "Cadets get over here. This is your first lesson in Klingon battlefield medicine. Klingon's don't care about future consequences, they only want to get back on their feet and get back into battle."
One of the cadets raised her hand. "But, Sir, she isn't a Klingon."
Germite shook his head. "I know that and you know that, but she has served aboard the FHew so long, that she thinks like them."
He turned back to Tell. "Lesson two, Klingons don't like to use anesthetic. They almost treasure pain."
Germite had an almost maniacal smile on his face as he leaned towards Tell. "This is gonna hurt."
He leaned back and turned towards his audience. "Lesson three, bedside manner doesn't really matter."
He pointed to one of the cadets, "Have a dermal regenerator ready."
Then pointed at two others, "Hold her down."
"Just wait one damn minute, Dr Death," replied Tell. Fuming and fighting off hands that were struggling to get a hold of her. She managed to swing her left arm and her fist connected with a cadets nose. Blood poured out of it like a fountain. He staggered to a sink muttering something about changing careers if this is what he had to put up with all the time.
"This isn't fair," she complained. "I even said please. Surely that counts for something?" But she could tell from the look on Germite's face that there was no room for argument.
"You said you wanted to go back to work. Here's the test. If you can make it through this without passing out, I'll let you run on down to engineering."
He looked at the fourth cadet. "While your friend is dealing with his wounds, you help hold my patient down.
Tell felt defeated and all her energy seemed to sap right out of her. She knew deep down she couldn't face that much pain and she surrendered "I need..." but Tell didn't get a chance to finish.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." Germite grabbed the chair leg that had gone through Tell's leg and pulled it out.
Her screams were like that of a crazed Banshee on heat in the noonday sun. Even the walls reverberated with the sound. If Tell had got free she would have ripped Germite's head off with one easy swing of her arm and decked the rest of the cadets. She let loose a few foul Klingon curses at her tormentor.
"Give me drugs," she screamed again at him "and I'll let you live."
Her vision was beginning to blur, she couldn't pass out not now, not here, save it for later.
He reached over to the cadet with the dermal regenerator. "Now it's your turn. Turn that thing on and aim it at her injury."
Christie nodded, She stepped in quickly; a regenerator was a close range device. She gripped Tel''s ankle surprisingly firmly as she began to close the epidermal layer. There was still a great deal of internal muscle damage, but she felt it inappropriate to point that out after what she had been told.
Tell was dripping with sweat, she couldn't afford to go into shock and just lay there thinking of ways to get her revenge. She imagined feeding the warp core with his severed limbs. Hell hath no fury like a 'Tell' scorned, but she could have wept if it wasn't for her steely resolve and adrenalin that kept her going.
Slowly the bleeding stopped. "I'd offer you some painkillers, but this was the lesson in Klingon field medicine." Germite's manical smile returned.
The repair of her leg was almost complete and the cadets let go of her and stepped back to a safe distance. Tell was weak and shaken, all the fight had gone out of her, but at least she was free to walk out of sickbay. Without even asking, she swung her legs over the biobed and onto the floor. It was agony, but she kept telling herself she was strong and could do this.
One of the cadets felt sorry for her and offered to help, but the wild look she gave him warned him that she would break his arm if he even touched her. She collided with the med trolley and sent it flying across the room scattering its contents everywhere.
She stumbled to the door but before she walked out of sickbay she turned back to Germite. "You come anywhere near Engineering, Dr Death, and you'rr a dead man. Understand? A dead man."
Tell would never walk into a sickbay again.
Germite turned back to the cadets. "That concludes lesson one if Klingon field medicine. Hang around and I'm sure another patient will arrive for the start of lesson two."
Bridge
There was a sudden hum and all of the panels lit up. The main viewer remained dead as power was now limited to Shields, SIF, IDF, and basic Life support.
"We have RCS and impulse control!" yelled the recruit from the Helm station.
"Confirmed, replied the Vulcan at operations, "We are still three minutes away from having Warpdrive operational."
At least we’ve got shields, Marie thought. We can defend ourselves.
She hurried over to Tactical. Some parts of the console had lit up, “We can use phasers but targeting is still off-line. We’ll have to do it manually. And unless someone goes down to the torpedo bays and physically loads them into the tubes we don’t have them either.”
Tag: Hichop, Jared, Maybel, Israna, Marriaa'n, Linx
Hichop Turns to helm "What is your name boy?"
"Master, sir," the youth replied, "Cadet First class, Flight and Command Trained."
Hichop leans in "BOY, Do not move until I tell you and if when I do you haven't got the handbrake off I will relieve you permanently."
"Aye, sir," Masters replied already running preflight checks.
"May'bel I need to know when that Warbird twitches. Jarad Scan the debris. We need to know as much about their weapon as we can before we leave."
Turbo lift
Tell staggered to a turbo lift only to find that there was no power, it was going to have to be the long way round to engineering. She looked and found there was a service ladder around the corner from the lift and waited there in the semi darkness. Tell withdrew a hypospray from under her top. No one had noticed the engineer stealing it from sickbay during her collision with the med trolley. She injected her self with the much needed painkiller and it fell to the floor along with her.
A blackness was threatening on the edge of her vision like a storm cloud. Any other time she would have welcomed it but Tell was uneasy about being found so close to sickbay. She forced herself to sit up and massage her throbbing painful leg until the painkiller took affect.
A few minutes later she was able to stand, there was no pain but her leg felt stiff and heavy. She stood on the ladder not knowing where engineering was but she followed her gut instinct and headed down.
Medical
The computers powered up in the medical bay. Germite looked around. It was like waking from a daze. Germite saw the cadets standing well away from him. Then he noticed Mike on the biobed. He remembered that she was injured. Someone was missing. It came to him. Tell. Where was Tell?
He looked at the cadets, "All right, now that we have main power restored, we can go about operating on the doctor."
He stepped over to the biobed and closed it over Mike. It seemed like forever since he had used such a well equipped facility.
He ran the scanner on the biobed. There is a rather large and deep gash across her back, the stitches have been torn by the impact in the holodeck. There also seems to be something embedded in it, that seems to be penetrating her spleen.
Germite looked over to the cadets. "All right, the next lesson is to know the difference between battlefield medicine and surgery. This is far more serious. If she were a Klingon, I would stop the bleeding and put some more blood into her, then send her back into battle. But, she is not a Klingon and we are in a relatively stable environment."
The cadets were now crowding around for a better vantage.
"All right, roll her onto her stomach so we can operate." Germite waited while one of the cadets followed his instructions. He looked over to another. "Before we start, start an IV."
The cadet quickly set up the appropriate device on Mike's arm, far less intrusive and cumbersome that the ancient drip feeds.
"Now we are going to remove the object that has impaled her spleen." Germite peeled back the skin and surrounding tissue.
"That's strange." He pointed to the object embedded in Mike's spleen.
The object appeared small, metallic and rather similar to what those is Starfleet all wore. It was a comm badge, and it had embedded almost completely in the spleen. Only one side of the external ring could be seen.
Germite pointed to another cadet. "Be ready with the autosuture. I don't normally do this sort of surgery, but when there's no one else...." He gripped the comm badge with a pair of forceps. Then he carefully pulled it free. He dropped it on a metal tray with a clank. He turned to the cadet with the autosuture. "Your turn. Get her closed up."
The youth nodded and began his work.
Engineering
After what seemed an age the doors to engineering opened and a young woman stood there holding the door frame for support. Tell had been lucky that engineering had only been one deck down from sickbay but the sheer effort of the climb down had taken its toll on her. Tell pulled herself upright and with a deep breath limped in to face the recruits.
"What have we got?" she snapped
A Bolian was the closest and responded fastest, "We have three of the five fusion reactors online, so we have basic shields and Impulse control. We left the remaining to so we could focus on the M/ARA, but she is sluggish starting. There are all sorts of safety protocols to stop you switching them off and on again. We are still in the mandatory cool down period. It will be another," he checked a display, "Two minutes, fourty before we are Warp capable."
Tell shook her head at the recruits just standing there. Starfleet engineers what do they know of the real world out there. she thought There's more to a ship than just pretty lines and clean surfaces. Its all the same when you get down to the nitty gritty nuts and bolts that hold it all together.
"Someone find me something to lean on." she asked "While I tell you what to do."
"The MARA is sluggish then so we will have to give it a boost. " We'll try re-injecting the raw plasma back into the manifold to increase the pressure/heat ratio. Your going to have to do this on your own as I need to sit down for a bit but I'll direct you."
One of the Cadets got to work immediately, another got a chair. The third simply looked aghast while the Bolian protested, "Sir, Re-injecting the Plasma will produce unpredictable power spikes. We risk catastrophic ignition. At best it could blow out half the conduits. At worst we could flood Engineering with radiation and blow the Nacelles!"
"Then you'd better make sure it doesn't happen." replied the engineer "At the least we'll loose a dozen or more relays so lets not think about the most just yet shall we. It'll be fine. You wanted to learn something new any way so now's your chance to. Now do your job and get to work."