Ensign Imril - Cold Calculation

[Chris Taylor]

Cold Calculation

((Holodeck 3, Deck 222, DS224; Simulation of Artemis Medbay))

Lyara immediately ran to one of the patients and started to scan them. She looked over to Imril and saw they had put up a containment field.

Kel/Any: Response

Lyara: I’m going to start scanning patients and do basic triage.

Kel/Any: Response

Lyara moved to the next patient and started scanning them.

Lyara: Can you check the specifics of the red alert?

Imril tapped the panel once more, this time pinging for a status update. The answer was routed back from the battle bridge, confirmation that the upmost deck of the ship had already been cleared out one way or another.

Imril: Breen ambush. Some new weapon is causing catastrophic energy fluctuations across the ship. Power cores are exploding at random. Half of Main Engineering is gone. ::Bracing against another rumbling of the deck:: And there went the other half. ::More tapping:: I can’t summon the EMH and keep the field up. This whole deck is running on backup generators.

Too much time had already been spent at consoles. Off to the anti-grave stretchers they ran.

/Kel/Any: Response

Lyara balked at the sight of blood on one of her patients, but soldiered on through the diagnosis.

Lyara: I’m gonna need a medkit. I’ve got someone bleeding over here. oO Why couldn’t there have been a medical personnel here with us Oo

Kel/Any: Response

The answer to Lyara’s unspoken question was revealed to Imril when they passed the Chief Medical Officer’s office. A half-dozen motionless figures were slumped over chairs, or sprawled out on the floor. From the vein-like pattern of black marks which encompassed the room and the bodies, they’d been felled by an electrical surge centered on the CMO’s desktop monitor. Which existed now only as a molten black lump of inert matter. Most likely, these were some of the first victims of the attack. Stricken in the middle of a group consultation before they even knew their patients were in danger.

Imril wrote them all off as dead or too far-gone to save without spending a moment’s time confirming this assertion. Even if any one of the medical officers were somehow still alive after such a horrific assault of energy, stabilizing them was beyond their ability. Those that they could yet save were on the other side of the room. They retrieved the stretchers, and a medkit from the nearby case. Then rushed back to the med-beds ahead of another rumble.

Imril: ::Very quickly handing the kit to Lyara:: Here! There are bodies in the main office. It’s too late for them.

Lyara/Kel/Any: Response

Imril leaned the majority of the stretchers against a nearby bulkhead and turned their attention to the first patient Lyara had tagged for transportation. They swung a stretcher outward, and it automatically righted itself to a height even with a medical bed and remained at that elevation. It floated weightlessly as Imril set it alongside the patient’s bed. As a precaution against future blackout, the ensign activated the stretcher’s forward emergency lights. With a grunt, they hefted the patient from underneath their back and thighs. Working to deposit them as quickly and comfortably as possible onto the stretcher.

Lyara/Kel/Anyone: Response

Imril: We may need lights of our own. Anyone know how long it takes to get to the closest escape pods from here?

Lyara/Kel/Anyone: Response


TAGS/TBC

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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12