PNPC Crewman Jozial Renirs – See you in Sto-vo-kor!
Jovenan
((Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Artemis))
Street fights. Curfew violation. Vandalism. Beating up the Chief of Security.
District 7 of M’talas Prime had taught Jozial well. It required a certain kind of a will to keep living her chosen life there. Law enforcement, mafia and other gangs were ruthless when it came to dealing with those who violated their rules. One needed to be confident in what they were doing; hesitancy and fear were weaknesses, and weakness gets one caught.
There was nothing that could break Jozial’s absolute aura of confidence. She knew not of anxiety or nervousness. She feared nothing.
Except for one thing.
Renirs: Uh, hi.
Kliss’lai: Hello.
Talking to girls.
Renirs: You were good with that phaser in the Jefferies Tube. The way you shot me… ::scratches the back of her neck:: Well, it was pretty cool.
Kliss’lai: Do you like getting shot in the face?
Renirs: No, I was just… I just wanted to ask you about something you said in the corridor… ::blushes, turns away:: Nevermind. ::mumbles:: You’re ugly anyway.
One more defeat to her list of victories.
She floated back across the Sickbay. Feelings within her were mixing. Was it embarrassment, anger, or self-pity? Not even paying attention to the puppet monster she passed on her way, she arrived to the officer team still communicating with the other ship with the apparatus Jozial had put together.
Dakora: =/\= We’re still working that out. At least some of the corridors have been flooded with noxious gas and we’ve been trapped in– =/\=
As Dakora was talking to the device, it let out an awful whine and a few sparks, accompanied by the familiar smell of burning electronics. Jozial rolled her eyes. This is why you can’t leave officers do anything on their own.
Thump. All heads turned to face the new sound. It hadn’t come from the door, but from a service hatch nearby. Jozial had had to learn most of the ship’s Jefferies tubes and where they lead to, so she could tell that behind that hatch was a direct access to Deck 8, although she didn’t remember much more about it.
Osuna: You all heard that, right? ::Drawing his phaser:: Checking it out. Be ready.
Oooh yeah! The real bad guys were trying to break into the sickbay, and she was the first line of defence. The previous encounter had been a training round – this was real. Jozial raised her hyperspanner. Too bad she didn’t have a phaser like the rest of the team.
Osuna: Jones – can you use your tricorder to scan that panel? Look for humanoid lifesigns or traces of explosive materials…
Jones: I'm getting one faint lifesign - Bajoran. I think it's one of ours, sir!
Oh, come on. It’s never the bad guys when you want it. Still, she remained ready to fight whoever was trying to enter their safe haven.
Dakora: Open it!
Osuna: Opening the hatch. Cover me. ::Knowing look:: Everyone, uhh, hold your breaths for a second.
Dakora: Ready.
Renirs: Ready to rumble! ::inhales::
Osuna went closer to the hatch and seemed to enter a security code needed to open it before pulling it fully open. Jozial was ready to jump on the attacker, but instead a body in an EV suit floated in through the hatch. They seemed injured, unconscious, not the kind of threat Jozial had been expecting. Slowly, she lowered the hyperspanner.
Osuna was flailing around. She had no idea what he was trying to do, so she ignored him and went to help getting the person to a biobed. When the hatch was closed, she had a deep breath. The smell of charred EV suit had filled the air.
Osuna: Ensign Vailani, if I remember her name right. ::To Jones:: She looks in rough shape. What the hell happened to her?
Jones: I'm not entirely sure yet. She's unconscious - maybe from the gas getting in through the holes in the EV suit, maybe from blood loss. I need to strap her in. Can you get her helmet off, please?
Doc Jones, helped by Osuna, strapped her loosely to the biobed so she wouldn’t float off. When they removed the victim’s helmet, Jozial felt a twist in her stomach. The cute woman was blooded, pale and lifeless, and Jozial couldn’t tell if she was dead, dying or just injured. She tried turning her face away, only to turn it back again to see how she was doing.
Dakora: How is she, Doc?
Renirs: How would you be if you’d got blown off in a fume pit?
The humour was a way to cope with internal struggles. Dakora ignored her. She felt betrayed.
Jones: Multiple lacerations to the neck, side, and back, consistent with shrapnel wounds. Hypoxia from the saturation of gas. Contusions, abrasions, concussion, moderate hematoma …ok, not too bad.
More blue-shirts floated in to assist Doc Jones. Jozial gave them way and floated to a corner to observe the crowd of doctors and nurses swarming around the biobed. She could see them removing her EV suit and uniform, at which point she spotted Dakora turning away. This wasn’t the first time Jozial had seen injuries – nor women for that matter – but there was something unsettling about this incidence and how the doctors operated on her. She tried to keep watching, but instead turned her face to the ground. Dakora was pacing around nervously.
Jones: Ok. Scans show she's got a weak but steady pulse. I don't want to wake her up though. Best if she rests now and wakes naturally. ::to a nearby nurse:: What's the status of our synthesized blood reserve and replicator?
Hawkins: For Bajoran? Not good. We have universal base, but the differentiator is down.
Jones: Crap. ::to Dakora and Osuna:: I'm afraid we won't be able to ask her what happened. Does that shrapnel look identifiable? Can we at least guess where she was? What was she doing in an EV suit in the tubes?
Jozial didn’t know her, but then again, she knew very few officers aboard. That being said, she was a yellow-shirt, so maintenance was a good guess for a what she had been doing. Not very well, by the looks of it.
Dakora: No. ::He shook his head again.:: I can’t tell what that was. ::His brow furrowed as something occurred to him.:: But I can tell you where that hatch leads. ::Beat.:: Deck 8. Near the Intel Suite. It’s part of the emergency evacuation route for the Intel Department. It’s not much, but…
Intel Suite, huh? Jozial took a closer look on the EV suit. She had seen so many damaged systems during her training she knew what kind of harm they caused. This wasn’t anything like she had seen there.
Renirs: Well, I can tell you that isn’t caused by an EPS conduit burst or anything we would normally deal with. That’s some proper explosives she’s faced. Sounds like you’ve got friends who really don’t like you.
Osuna: Response
Dakora was staring at the damaged EV suit when his eyebrows shot up. He might be a stuffy officer, but Jozial knew the face when something amazing was about to happen.
Dakora: Hiro. The Level 4 biohazard suits. ::He let his eyes find the Doc’s:: They have independent oxygen supplies, right?
Jones/Osuna: Response
Renirs: Sounds awesome.
She let the team to decipher how much of her statement had been sincere and how much sarcastic. Only now she realised Dakora was probably a Betazoid. He probably knew everything what she had been thinking of him. Good.
Dakora: How many of those do we have?
Jones: Response?
Dakora turned to them.
Dakora: I’m not going to order any of you to go with me, these suits aren’t made with tromping around damaged, gas-filled decks in zero-g. But I’m going to try and figure out what’s going on.
Jozial stretched exaggeratedly. This sounded more like the stuff she had joined the Starfleet for. Too bad they had made her do boring maintenance instead of security, but when the recruitment officers say they can’t place anyone with her “history” and “issues” to security training, there’s not much she could do. Now was her chance to prove those gate-keeping know-it-alls what she could have been if they had let her express herself.
Renirs: Yup, sounds like something the hyperspanner can’t quite manage. I need a phaser!
((OOC: I’m leaving Renirs behind for now. Please say she can’t come, for whatever reason.))
Osuna/Jones: Response
Jozial was disappointed that had been their decision, but she just shrugged. Obviously, the officers wanted to take all the credit of their heroics. What did she care, she would be the one making fun of them when they inevitably came back in caskets.
Dakora: Alright then. Let's do this.
Osuna/Jones: Response?
It didn’t take them long to retrieve the medical biosuits. Jozial’s face dropped a bit when she saw them. The suits were plastic-like, flimsy and soft. They were far from the thick and hard metallic/composite EV suit the injured ensign had worn.
Renirs: That’s it? Darn, I didn’t know the medical was so badly underfunded.
Dakora/Osuna/Jones: Response
As the officers donned the suits and discussed their tactics. Meanwhile, Jozial wondered what she would be doing while they were gone. Somebody needed to defend the sickbay, and unlike the officer team, she didn’t need weapons to do so. Yeah, she’d stand by the door, ready to bonk anyone who dared to enter. Haha, maybe she would stop and arrest the boarders while Team Dakora was hunting for ghosts.
Dakora/Osuna/Jones: Response
When the team was ready, Jozial floated to the hatch and prepared to open it for the team.
Renirs: ::smirks:: Ready to die with honour, warriors?
Dakora/Osuna/Jones: Response
((OOC: Renirs is not coming with you. She might still be in sickbay if somebody comes to/stays in there, but otherwise, this is the mission end for her.))
TAG/TBC?
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Crewman Third Class Jozial Renirs
Enlisted technician
USS Artemis-A
E239911J11