LtJG Gila Sadar - There's Only Us Now
LtJG Gila Sadar
((Medical Labs - Sickbay - Deck 2 - USS Kitty Hawk))
DeVeau: We can’t stay here. This officer is injured, and we need to find a way to fight this thing.
Wong: Agreed. The Borg know exactly where we are and if they wanted to they could continue to pose an issue for us…. Violently. ::With an eye roll:: And in MY sickbay no less.
Ylvor(Three): Response
Sadar: What about a Transporter Room? We could beam ourselves to Secondary Sickbay, so we could take care of Lieutenant Iko and do the medical experiments... P-Presuming there’s no Borg in the other Sickbay…
Even Gila knew that that was damn near impossible. On any Starship - regardless of size - a Sickbay was an easily defendable position, and also a harbor of safety. It was the best place to go for any refugees, evacuees or people in search of safety, and thus, it was also the most likely place to find Borg.
Computer: Quarantine Field at 50%.
Orrey: ::to DeVeau:: Can you keep it together with me?
DeVeau: If I can’t, you have permission to shoot me.
oO Please don’t shoot the Commander. Oo
Orrey: Ikaia get Bec into your office and bar the door until we are out of here. Alora and I will take Ylvor with us. Then you can keep working from here. ::to Sadar and Gnai:: Find out why the suit got assimilated but they didn’t. Also how they ended up down here out of the suit that may help.
Gila nodded, thanking the Wheel for granting her something so concrete as an order to follow. Lt. Commander Orrey - a concept that she was still struggling to fully comprehend - was rapidly rising in her estimations, which made the fact that she’d permanently lost face with him with her horrid conduct prior to his reinstatement that much harder to swallow.
Sadar: Y-Yes, Lieutenant Commander.
oO See? SEE? I know your rank! I do! Oo
Gnai: ::to everyone it can reach:: ~ That one’s… that’s easyyy. The emergency transporterrrr. ~
Gila looked down to the coffee-induced Galadoran, and every wrinkle on her face vibrated with concern.
DeVeau: They need to get into a better environment, too. Coffee isn’t going to do well long term for it.
Wong: It’s only a temporary solution. We’ll get them back in water ASAP. Coffee is about as useful to them as nipples on a Gorn.
Abhorrent visual metaphor aside, Gila agreed.
Sadar: We can use the replicator in the CMO’s office. ::to Gnai:: Stay with us, Ensign.
Ylvor(Three): Response
Computer: Quarantine Field at 25%.
One final look of farewell between the now well-established two teams later, Lieutenant Wong led the two Artemisian crewmen and the sled with the unconscious Security Chief towards the CMO’s Office.
((CMO’s Office - Sickbay, Deck 2, USS Kitty Hawk))
Lieutenant Wong’s first order of business was to clear a place for Lieutenant Iko to be placed, to allow easier access for any medical intervention they needed to make. Gila placed the coffee pot in a spare space - significantly less was needed for that - before helping the Lieutenant with his endeavour. Lieutenant Iko was carefully placed on the disinfected desk, and while Gila ensured that she was being monitored carefully, Lieutenant Wong raised a quarantine field around the office, just in case the Commanders’ diversion didn’t stick.
Wong: Alright. So I suppose this is our new lab. We really have a limited time to work on a treatment if we hope to stand a chance against the Borg.
Sadar: Yes Sir. ::looks towards the coffee pot:: Ensign Gnai, how are you holding up?
Gnai: ::to Wong, Sadar:: ~ Iii ::partial:: need water… I ::partial:: can’t move. Orrrr think. ~
Lieutenant Wong promptly replicated a bowl of water - a pitiful excuse for a bluefarm, but it would do as a replacement for the coffee prison.
Wong: Try putting them in this, Doctor. They should perk up soon and right now, we need all the minds we can get here.
Sadar: Understood. ::to Gnai:: Sorry about this.
Reaching down into the coffee, Gila retrieved the Galadoran with practiced motions, though she did her best to keep the image of her homerise’s Meduilae bluefarms out of her mind - she didn’t want to make the Galadoran uncomfortable - and instead swiftly, but gently, deposited the Ensign into the water bowl.
Sadar: ::considers:: I should probably…
Gila hastily replicated some fibre-rich nutrients to add to the bowl of water to assist in the rapid decaffeination of the Galadoran’s mesoglea.
Sadar: There, that should be better. Give it a moment.
Gnai: Response?
Gila nodded, turning her attention back to the other patient in the office, before the Computer’s impersonal tone spoke out, alerting them to a change in the status quo. And what a change it was...
Computer: =/\= Separation Sequence begun all nonessential personnel begin evacuate from the star drive section. =/\=
Lieutenant Wong’s face felt like a perfect mirror to the abject horror spreading on Gila’s face, as her color paled to a ghostly pastel and her obsidian ring started immediate twists.
Wong: What?! They’re doing a saucer separation now?!
Sadar: B-B-But why!? I-Is this the Borg? Or, maybe, an attempt to evacuate those still lucid?
What possible tactical advantage could there be to do a separation? Except... Leaving behind the Borg... And anyone still stranded on the saucer section. It was cold. It was logical. And it was sane.
Gnai: Response
Wong: We really can’t run right now. We wouldn’t get down there fast enough for the separation!
Gnai: Response?
Sadar: B-But, that means...
Lieutenant Wong, clearly affected by this most recent development, slammed his hands onto a nearby table, causing the already skittish Mizarian to jump slightly, shying away from the outward expression of frustration.
Wong: Tsā…. We’re stranded.
Suddenly, all at once, the many times that she’d mentally fought back against the suicidal, but often incredibly brave plans of her superior officers back on the Artemis surged in her mind, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth that wouldn’t quite dissipate. She could really use Lieutenant Silveira or Lt. Commander Dakora around right now… They would know what to do. The insanely brave and incredibly stupid thing to do. But there was no Lieutenant Silveira to launch himself into the face of the nearest Borg he could see, and there was no Lieutenant Commander Dakora to inspire ludicrous hope into his junior officers, in spite of the overwhelming odds. There were only two Lieutenants Gila didn’t know and Ensign Gnai, who relied on its senior officers to show the way.
Gnai: Response.
Gila took a deep breath, pausing the twisting of her anxiety band with an exertion of willpower so tremendous, she was convinced it showed on her face, before she nodded resolutely.
Sadar: ... W-We have to do what we were ordered to do... And hope the others make it out.
Wong/Gnai: Response
Sadar: We have to find out how the Borg got the Borg cells into the crew ::to Gnai:: and your suit. It was via a method that works identically for both organic and synthetic lifeforms, which is not common. ::deep breath:: And then we have to experiment, see if we have a way of reversing it.
Wong/Gnai: Response
What was said was true. Lieutenant Iko needed to get back on her feet. While Gila was quite certain the Klingon hybrid had little actual medical knowledge to speak of - and thus wouldn’t be a great asset to their experiments - the presence of an experienced security officer would go far to allow them the peace to do the medical work. And when it became time for practical application?
Her help would be invaluable.
Sadar: I-If she was in active combat just before coming here, it’s likely the aftereffects of the pain and the adrenaline rush. ::prepares her tricorder:: She should be coming out of it soon. Her blood sugar is almost back to norm-
Iko: ::softly:: Huh?
Sadar: Ah.
Wong/Gnai: Response
The Security Officer struggled to regain her senses, and Gila observed calmly. Dilated pupils, rapid eye movements, shortness of breath... She was still suffering from the aftereffects of whatever adrenaline rush that had carried her through the violent encounter that had brought her to this state.
Iko: Report.
Wong/Gnai: Response
Sadar: The Kitty Hawk is being prepped for saucer separation, though it’s unclear whether this was activated by the Borg or by us. And… Well, we’re going to be stuck here.
Gila knew it was coming as soon as she saw the Lieutenant’s jaw tighten, and she stepped forward to assert herself, as the Klingon hybrid attempted to sit up straight.
Sadar: L-Lieutenant, th-that’s not- you should not be sitting up. You’ve just barely come back to consciousness after severe damage.
Wong/Gnai: Response
Iko: I need to. I need to do my job. I can’t drag you down.
Gila frowned.
Wong/Gnai: Response
Sadar: And besides, if you overtax yourself now, you’ll only end up right back down on the ground, and that will be what drags us down, not you resting for another ten minutes.
It was harsh, perhaps, but it was the candid truth, and Gila could in no way promise resting opportunities from here on out. They had to take what they could get now.
Wong/Iko/Gnai: Response
Sadar: ::to Gnai:: You said, before... Your sting was able to bring one of the Bridge Borg out of the assimilation?
Wong/Iko/Gnai: Response
Sadar: ::considers:: W-Well, it does give us some options. P-Perhaps we don’t need to filter out the signal, if we can just force the nervous system to ignore it, and then put in a stopgap to prevent the Borg signal from re-establishing itself?
Wong/Iko/Gnai: Response
TAG/TBC
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240006GS1