Major Tatash: "Dreams" (Tag: Bridge/Sickbay)

[Daniel Eastham]

((OOC Warning: This post is very dark and discusses a life changing injury))

((Space - Near the ruined Avalon))

::Green lances continued to spear out towards the group of fighters as they dragged them away from the Aramis's nesting place, but too many. They were drones, no question about that, their computer minds pulling maneuvers that would be considered far too risky for anything flesh and bone to be sitting in the pilots seats. Twisting and turning they dodged fire like ballet dancers avoiding the torrents of hellfire being thrown at them::

Tatash: We have to lure them towards the Albion! She can give us fire support.

::A few responses came back, garbled, no doubt those little terrors putting out some sort of ECM systems to jam communications but his intent got through, the battered fighter wing closing up and speeding towards the Albion with thir persuers in tow. Another friendly was tore up, the Peregrin tumbling over and splitting apart in a hail of Romulan energy::

Tatash: oO Come on... get the message... Oo

::Diago was thankfully quick on his trigger, the Albion letting out orange bursts of energy towards the attacking ships that did their best to adapt to the sudden new parameter being thrown at them, several exploding into blossoms of yellow before subduing into frozen shards of gas and metal.

One by one their number went down, a few elated cheers coming over the comms as the electronic smokescreen surrounding the fighters started to dissapate along with their numbers. Even Tatash couldn't help but feel himself slightly untense, until that split second of relief bore a heavy price.

His Valkyrie spun violently as something tore hard against the port side, what had once been a pristeen wing now a twisted peice of metal. He'd been rammed, the drones apparently programmed to take every last risk when it came to ensuring victory against their designated enemy::

Computer: Warning, Port engines destroyed. Compensating.

::Slowly the ship came about, steading herself out as she limped towards the Albions perimeter, but the moment had been enough for one of the drones to deliver a firm volley against her damaged hull. Tatash flailed in his chair, thrown against the side of his cockpit as alarms wailed on each console::

Computer: Catastrophic damage. Eject. Eject.

::His training took over, clawed hands grasping for the lever under his seat that would throw the entire cockpit out as a makeshift lifeboat, one tug. Nothing, two tugs. Still nothing::

Computer: Ejection failure. 

::His heart was pounding, the blue glow of the Albions shuttlebay painfully close as he fired up the emergency thrusters, throwing him forwards towards it as he tapped on the comms system hoping to the pale goddess it still worked::

Tatash: =/\= Tatash to Albion. Mayday, Mayday.

::Nothing, whatever response had come through was distorted static blasting through his earpeice. His cockpit was cracking, a thin spiderweb slowly erupting over what was once an impossibly strong material::

Tatash: =/\= Mayday... 

Computer: Warning, landing gear failure. All systems failing. 

::All he could do now was hope as he continued to push towards the docking bay at speed, his scaled knuckles amost white as he did his best to assert what limited control he had on the ruined vehicle. The Albions damaged hull rushed past him as he saw the massive catching net erupting from the shuttlebay floor, he could even make out technicians running for cover as time seemed to slow down as the adrenaline pushing through him hit his peak.

The nose hit the net with tremendous force, the entire fuselage crumpling down as he was thrown forward, what was a moment of reality pushed into a murky darkness::

((USS Albion - Main Sickbay))

::Pain. Voices. Floating. Disparate feelings washing over him as slowly his soul pushed back into his body. He couldn't move, his breathing wasn't his own and his lungs felt like they were aflame. There was something pushing down on him, warily he opened one eye that was suddenly awash with light causing his head to almost explode with pain.

He couldn't find his voice either, then slowly sensation's came back to him. There was a tube lodged firmly down his throat, a machine behind him carefully regulating each breath as a console beeped in alarm at his conciousness returning, slowly he moved his neck with a protest, looking at his reflection in the glass wall nearby. 

He was a mess, the debris of lifesaving equipment dotted around the floor, attendants seemingly talking to him but the words made little to no sense. There was something missing, something that he couldn't place for a few seconds until realisation hit him. 

His left arm was gone. 

The machine behind him wailed once more as his heartrate skyrocketed again, concerned voices yelling to each other, until something cold and metal kissed against his neck and he was once more forced into a sense of serenity that was both alien and completely welcoming. 

He returned once more to his forced dream, perhaps this one would be less of a nightmare then the waking one::

Major. Tatash

Marine Lead

SB118 Operations

C239108T10