LtJG Jovenan – Sad days feed themselves
Jovenan
((Bridge, USS Artemis))
Savel: =/\= Ensign Savel to Bridge. An explosion has damaged Sickbay, though it remains accessible. I am currently working on securing the area. Most injuries appear to be minor, though I must report one major casualty. Lieutenant Junior Grade Hiro Jones. His condition is grave. If a senior medical officer could be located, their assistance here is needed. Ensign Savel out. =/\=
What has been the happiest day in your life? If you were asked that, you might talk about the day you met your soulmate, your wedding day, or the day your children were born. But is any of those truly your happiest day? They are the result of much preparation and expectations or are themselves be fairly mundane but would cause happiness to exist in the future. All happy days take time to make and rarely come in surprise.
It is difficult to tell which of the days so far was the happiest.
It was not so with the saddest of days.
Jovenan: ::whimper:: Please…
She had turned around on her seat to search with her teary gaze for any of the doctors that were in the bridge with her. The voices were muffled, but she could see Doctor Adea look at her and trying to smile before rising up, exchanging looks with the Captain, and tapping his combadge.
Adea: I’m on it. ::he tapped his combadge:: =/\= Filistrien, beam me straight to sickbay please. =/\=
It didn’t take many seconds before his body disintegrated to sparkling blue mist before their eyes. He was a masterful professional in his field, and Jovenan could, despite any and all past negative events, rely on him with her life. Today, she had to depend on him not making her worst day any worse.
MacKenzie: What’s next?
Any sadder.
She had already lost her sister, whom she had hated for no real reason but who had been on her side the entire time.
She had already lost a colleague, young and fresh, starry-eyed and hopeful of her future, whom she had sent to her pointless death for no fault of her own.
Please don’t let her lose her brother as well.
Sadar/Kader: Response
Silveira: I recommend we look for the remaining Desdoma crew that might still be on board. We can use Lieutenant Jovenan and Ensign Sadar recommendations.
Hearing her name spoken forced Jovenan to return to the reality. She wiped tears off her cheek as she focused again on the people around her and the task at hand. The bridge felt so much quieter now.
MacKenzie: ::nodding:: Let’s get to work. What’ve you got?
Do we have a plan? Can we do anything but watch all these people die around us and the burning fire of time and space devour all hope? Yes. It wasn’t yet entirely hopeless, in matter of fact, they were winning. They had to remain in the game until the last blow. The thing with the saddest days was that they tried to make themselves even worse.
And they did have a plan.
Jovenan: W-we can still try and detect the residual prismic radiation in those who were the most exposed. And look for lifesigns and individuals without combadges.
Sadar/Kader: Response
Silveira: Also we should lock the Desdemona, in a tractor beam. They might try and make a run for it.
Jovenan turned back to her console. The text and figures on multiple screens around her felt so bright and alien, as if it all had been changed in that time, and she couldn’t find anything she was looking for. She tried breathing in forcibly as she tried to contain her mind again. She couldn’t let the sacrifices to be in vain.
The prismagons were stored in a specialised container. While the Desdemonans were seemingly able to breach the security and safety measures in the Hazardous Materials Lab, those in the container couldn’t been accessed without opening it first, which should have triggered an alarm. Alarm would also be raised if the container left the ship. Either the Desdemonans had placed it inside a perfect Faraday cage, or it was still unopened somewhere on the ship. And if it was on the ship, it could be tracked.
MacKenzie: If they run, they won’t get far before they’re dust.
Sadar/Kader: Response
Silveira: Aye Captain.
But were any of them sacrifices? Ensign Tarra died for nothing, she happened to work in a lab that happened to be attacked. They could have worked harder to save her twin sister if they had wanted to. And Hiro…
MacKenzie: Where are we with locating the prismagons and the other Desdemona crew members? Didn’t their MacKenzie say she was on Deck 15? Who’s down there with her?
Jovenan had to focus. The prismagon container responded immediately to the location request, automatically activating its emergency beacon glowing bright in the internal sensors. What the sensors didn’t detect was prismic radiation that the objects emitted constantly. They were still within the radiation-proof inner container.
Jovenan: The prismagon container is on Deck 15, sir. It seems to be unopened. It’s near, umm, an unidentified person as well as the combadge signals of Commander Dakora and Ensigns… uh, Ceh- Che- valier and Kawarda.
Oh, she couldn’t bear the possibility of losing any more of her friends. Every moment like this made her realise that serving on a starship had been her biggest mistake. If any one of those she cared for were in danger, they all were.
Sadar/Kader/Silveira: Response
Between Jovenan and Doctor Sadar’s scanning efforts, it seemed like they had accounted for most of the Desdemonans lurking on their ship. Not that they actually knew how many of them were to begin with and how many of them were alive given that at least one of them had already been lost, and of course, finding them on screen didn’t actually stop them or contain them quite yet.
Something blinked on her screen.
Jovenan: We also have weapons fire in Engineering, sir, at mid-level. It was near the signal of Lieutenant Yellir. The lifesigns of an unidentified person have just seized.
MacKenzie/Sadar/Kader/Silveira: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Jovenan
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Artemis-A
E239911J11