Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - Back In The Rainforest
Renaie Shortrith
((Derelict Vaadwaur Ship – Underspace Corridor))
Shortrith: I'm inclined to agree. Especially as, I believe, none of us can read the text on the Vaadwaur biobed. If we get back to the Daintree, we can hopefully translate it to Federation Standard, or whatever language we understand, and work with that.
Hopper: At this point, he’s almost definitely dying if we just leave him here. Moving him’s a risk, but at least it’s a chance.
Shortrith: How much of a risk is there for transporting?
Hopper: From here – too much. Sickbays are usually one of the most shielded portions of a vessel. If Flint tries beaming him out of here, he’s likely to end up Vaadwaur paté on the other end.
Renaie paused as they heard the bang, their eyes widening. How much time did they have? How could they get out of underspace?
Hopper: Okay. No other choice. We’re moving him. At least there’s no gravity, right? Someone help me with the safety restraints. We’re going to float him out of here – back in the direction we came from, until the Daintree can get us out of here.
Galanis: I’m not sure we’d have any chance at moving him if there was.
Renaie frowned, weighing the considerations in their mind.
Shortrith: We should be able to use our padds record things like the crew dossiers, so we can find out about our patient and treat him affectively.
Hopper: Not a bad idea – though with power down almost everywhere else, we’re not likely to get anything not immediately accessible on the sickbay’s local processors. See if you can patch in and download anything that resembles patient files.
Hopper: Help me with his feet? The less we bump him into things as we go, the better. Mind his oxygen tube. We don’t want to catch that on something and accidentally suffocate him.
Galanis: Yes, sir. I’ll do what I can…
Sighing, Renaie turned to the others, following not too far behind.
Shortrith: How much time do we have?
Hopper: We’re heading out the door now, Doctor… Don’t rush, just hurry, if you don’t want to be left behind!
Shortrith: Yep, coming!
Renaie stayed tense, being hyperaware of miniscule things that changed.
oO Is this like one of the old horror movies? Oo
Hopper: Gee, it’d be really spooky if he woke up right now, huh?
Galanis: …Spooky is certainly one way to put it, Commander.
Shortrith: Very much so.
Hopper: =/\= Lieutenant Flint, we’ve got a third person for transport… Start trying to resolve our signals now, and the minute you get a proper lock on us, beam all three of us back to the Daintree and ready the biobed. =/\=
Flint: ::Slightly alarmed:: =/\= You didn’t shoot anyone did you, Commander? =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= Nope, we haven't, but we've got an injured person. =/\=
Renaie didn't notice the Vaadwaur had awoken before Lieutenant Galanis spoke up.
Galanis: Tharon’s bones!
The Centauran let go of the Vaadwaur, and Renaie was silently thankful that the ship had no gravity. The Vaadwaur reached out a hand, coming to a halt in midair. Slowly, and with measured deliberation, their other hand reached up to rest for a moment on the breathing apparatus, as though feeling for something. With a depression of a button, the breathing amplified, the Vaadwaur’s voice issuing out from a small speaker.
Vaadwaur: A rather unceremonious extraction… ::a pause to cough and clear his throat:: …but an effective one. There will be no further need for combat. Recovering me from containment while the primary power grid is so clearly compromised… I commend your diligence, if not your finesse.
Shortrith: ::In a tentativeness not often seen from a Klingon:: Happy to help?
Hopper: Response
Galanis: Are you injured? We have a doctor.
Vaadwaur: I find my vital functions surprisingly intact given the state of this vessel. You wear the garb of a coordinated fleet, though the aesthetic is... quaint.Tell me, what banner do you fly, and who holds the commanding writ among you, so that we might formalize our imminent departure from this ruin?
Shortrith: We hail from Starfleet, from the United Federation of Planets. The Lieutenant Commander here ::they gestured to Hopper as they spoke:: is the one in charge at the moment.
oO Should I have mentioned Amity Outpost? Oo
Hopper: Response
Renaie wasn't sure how to approach this situation, but they tried to be as polite as possible and not cause any diplomatic incidents.
Galanis: With all due respect, sirs, this may not be an ideal place to introduce ourselves to each other… this ship is clearly falling apart.
The Vaadwaur’s head shook dismissively, now upright relative to the others. Without the tubes and biobed around him diminishing his size, his broad frame became much more apparent.
Vaadwaur: The structural integrity of this vessel was forfeited hours ago. Panic will not repair the bulkheads. Now, if you would be so gracious as to provide the aforementioned transportation to your vessel, I will assist you in navigating the corridors and allow your healer to perform their customs. I assure you, your cooperation will be noted when we reestablish proper order.
Hopper: Response
Shortrith: ::To Galanis and Hopper:: Will we need security?
Hopper/Galanis/Vaadwaur: Response
Renaie glanced around, cautiously stepping ahead towards the place where the trio transported on.
Shortrith: =/\= Shortrith to Flint. Four to beam out. =/\=
Flint/Hopper/Galanis/Vaadwaur: Response
((Talon Class Scout Daintree - Underspace Corridor))
The world materialised in front of Renaie once again as the small team reappeared back on the Daintree.
Shortrith: ::To Flint:: Have you received anything from anyone?
Flint/Hopper/Galanis/Vaadwaur: Response
Gesturing for the Vaadwaur to follow them, Renaie paused for a moment. They glanced down to Flint's readings, then back at the viewscreen.
Shortrith: Hold on - still nothing?
Flint/Hopper/Galanis/Vaadwaur: Response
[Tags/TBC]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Medical/Counselling Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
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