Ensign Tho’Bi - Mama Sam, Blue Bag Man, and Moustache Man.

[Tobi]

((DECK 7, USS ARTEMIS))

Corridor lights flickered. Cracked door console. Access panel open, burned out isolinear chips. Door console, just static. And so it went on. Scraps and bruises, nothing more. But so many of them.

A jumbled display on a door console was finally too much for the young Engineer to ignore. He snapped his Engineering Tricorder out of his utility belt and synced it to the console. It was a simple reset job. All the power spikes must have crashed the OS.

He felt a shift in weight through his shoulders. The rucksack rustled. Two tiny pressure points pressed into his shoulder. In the black of the resetting console, a pair of green eyes studied the situation.

‘Meow!’ Though the Andorian Engineer had no idea how, the cat had discovered she could use the back pocket, within the rucksack, as a soft plinth to perch on. The white and black of her head and upper body sat clear of the rucksack, her paws resting on his shoulder. The cat watched as the small door console reset, ‘Meow!’.

Tho'Bi: ::softly:: You are right, little one. We're finished.

Engineering Tricorder snapped back onto the utility belt, and on they went.

At first when they passed people, he had worried the cat might react, but she did not. The white and black of her head twitched-turned in the direction of each new person, but she made no attempt to jump out or hide in the snug depths. She stayed perched about his shoulders, green eyes fixed on them, as though cataloguing each individual for future use.

As they neared the Sickbay, the sickly sweet stench of blood began to saturate the air. With that, something odder, more unsettling, a raw, caustic taste that clung heavy to the back of the throat.

The cat rested her small head between her paws and upon his shoulder. She let out a longer, quieter ‘Meow’. Instinctively, he lifted his hand to her head and held it a breath away from the side of her white and black face. He felt her soft fur against his hand, as she lent her head against it.

Tho'Bi: ::softly:: I'm sure Mama's okay, little one

It was only as he heard his own words, he realised that he did not know the condition of Sam Richards. He had been told nothing, except that she was in Sickbay.

((SICKBAY, DECK SEVEN - ARTEMIS))

Swoosh! The double doors opened. The scene was chaotic. Medical staff dashed from patient to monitor to control panel to supply locker back to patient. Shouts and footsteps overlapped and crisscrossed the room. Beds were full of whimpers and hollow sobs. Dazed crew sat against bulkheads, many with bandaged arms, ribs, and heads. Others stood or staggered about, they too strapped in lines of white.

The young Ensign recognised many of the faces from the Engineering SITREP Feed. He felt his stomach go a little light. His face became hot, his mouth dry.

Pressure pushed into his shoulder at two points. Two meters ahead, two front paws landed and then two back paws. Two seconds later, the cat sprang up and into the two arms of Sam Richards.

Richards: Response 

As the Andorian, he of the blood of the moon of Andoria, forged in violence, and born for war, rushed to catch up with the cat, he noticed Ensign Bancroft stood to one side. The Doctor's uniform appeared to be covered in a chunky, chemical orange paste. Had they resorted to chemical weapons on the planet's surface?

Bancroft: Response 

TAG/TBC

((OOC: I'm assuming Beky will takeover simming for the Cat from now onwards ))

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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