Ensign Imril - He Aint Heavy, He's My Hologram (v3)

[Chris Taylor]

(OOC: Ugh. It's late.)

(( Holodeck 3, Deck 222, DS 224 ))

Lyara: We can save them all if we squeeze these two ::pointing to two patients:: just a little together. I’ll grab an extra medkit so we can treat them on the pod.

The trainees placed the patient onto the stretcher, and Lyara ran away for an additional medkit bag, probably to use it later when they reached the lifeboats. The chief smirked, finding Lyara's providence clever. Meanwhile, she noted a small, insignificant plus sign next to the Ensign's name and checked the chronometer.

Imril: So long as you know how to do whatever it is they need done.

Lyara: You push the stretcher, I'll carry him. There’s a lifepod not too far from here where we can treat them.

She hurried to get the patient with internal bleeding up and swung his arm around her shoulder.

Imril had to reset the antigrav controls for the weight of two before they could push the stretcher anywhere. They were almost certain that the time already lost piling everyone together would cost them the time needed to get to a pod. The faces of the two officers their Borged self had murdered on Frontier Day flashed in their mind. One of them could have made it to safety. Only one. Trying to save everybody had cost him his own life, too. It was ugly and unkind, but it was true.

But Lyara had taken that medkit like she knew what to do with it. And the sim wasn’t necessarily going to end once they got into a pod, IF they made it that far. So Imril ran. Shoving the overloaded stretcher out the Medbay door as fast as their legs would take them. Fortunately, their legs were in very good shape; they maintained their dance skills as a form of exercise. Less fortunately, the stretcher was not entirely without weight. With two aboard, it couldn't be. Imril was only slightly faster than Lyara, moving with her singular passenger.

Out the door they came. The corridor was a mess of smoke, red alert screens, and flickering emergency lighting. Automated light sequences on the walls, the sections of wall that still had working LCARs panels, told them which way to go to reach the nearest available pod. Imril turned leftward, and looked back to see how closely Lyara was following.

Lyara: Response

The corridor was deserted save for the three wounded and their would-be rescuers. So Imril stuck to its center, as far from the walls as they could get.

Imril: Keep clear of the walls, in case one of the panels --

A Red Alert screen exploded into a shower of light, showering the Bactrican with sparks that came close and hot enough that they could smell their hair singing.

Imril: -- does that!

The loss of that screen kicked off a cascade failure of the surrounding light panels. In ones and two, emergency lights started cutting out around the party. Quickly leaving them less than half of an already depleted number to navigate by. Aided by the headlight so the stretcher, and the upward glow of Imril’s padd, settled atop their share of the patients.

Lyara: Response

Imril had lost count of the time remaining before they came to the turn that would take everyone to the row of escape pod doors. The floor shook again, and something in the way that Imril’s foot came springing back up with less effort on their part didn’t ‘feel’ right. Nor did the sudden wobble in the stretcher, caused by it trying to reorient itself against an unexpected change in the environment. They skedaddled towards the turn while they still had a floor to run against.

Imril: I think we're losing gravity!

Lyara: Response

As the trainees rounded the corner, they found themselves facing not the expected corridor of the ship but rather a wall adorned with a web array of holoemitters. Ollie glanced around at Chief Ral and Kaz'Orah, noticing Ral just lowering her PADD. Together with Kaz'Orah, she stepped forward to close the gap between them and the trainees. As they made their way past, Ensign Bergmen fell in step with them.

Ral: Line up.

The three trainers stood by, waiting patiently for Lyara and Imril to take their positions in line.

Knowing Bergmen read the instructions, Ral motioned for Olli to begin.

Bergmen: Congratulation, Alroyo ::nods to Lyara:: Imril ::nods to Imril:: for Your successful completion of this OPS evacuation training. I… I would… ::visibly looking for words::

Ral gave an exasperated sigh as she stared up at the ceiling, clearly frustrated. She moved over to Bergmen, placed a hand on his shoulder, and guided him behind her with a firm note.

Ral: This exercise has no pass or fail criteria. You faced an impossible situation, choices, and dilemmas that I would never want you to experience in real life. Nevertheless, you persevered. You made your decisions and actions based on your personal capabilities. There are no definitive right or wrong choices in circumstances such as these. Rather, in situations like this, there is only one objective to follow—save yourself and help as many others as possible.

Senior Chief took a moment to pause, allowing everyone present a chance to reflect.

Ral: I must stipulate, for both of you ::gaze to Lyara and Imril:: - that even though you made some missteps that could have cost you your life in a real situation - You acted with honor and dignity decorous, both of you, as Starfleet officers. You can be proud of yourself. ::pause:: Your certification will be filled into your personal records by Chief Kaz'Orah until the end of the week. Each trainer will send you individual recommendations as well. If you have any questions or thoughts, please address them in writing to Chief Kaz'Orah as well. That’s all. Dismiss.

Ral and Kaz'Orah turned, tucked their PADDs under their arms, and made their way toward the exit. As they walked off, Ollie glanced back at them, then turned to Lyara and Imril, offering a smile and a thumbs up. After a brief moment, he spun around, hurrying to catch up with the two senior NCOs before they left the holodeck.

Imril worked to get their breathing back into order as their superiors talked. Their body was covered in sweat, and their hair was a mess that truly had been burned in some places by the final run. There was a sonic shower coming in the ensign's very near future. But at least it was over. Until the next drill, anyway.

Imril: Thank you, Sirs. ::To Lyara:: I guess that worked out alright then. Do you really know how to help with all of those injuries, or were you just trying to get everyone in the pod?

Lyara: Response

Imril: Well, congrats on getting through this. I'm gonna go clean up. See you around.

Lyara: Response

TAG/END of Drill

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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12