Ens Hiro Jones - To Extend Our Reach to the Stars Above!
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(( Ground Zero, Tecra, Da’al ))
Yellir: Pass me the stasis device. This’ll go faster if i have an extra hand.
Hiro left Jovenan's side to deliver the crucial piece of their plan. As Hallia positioned it delicately then pressed to seat it, the *click* it made froze Hiro's blood. It was an unavoidable sound, but one which had clearly alerted the Da'al in the medical tent. The dust-matted figure now sprinting toward them screamed as he ran.
Yalavvi: YOU'RE TRYING TO STEAL MY BLUEPRINTS!!
Jones: Incoming!
Yellir's deft fingers were a blur as she raced the clock (and the oncoming assailant) to finish the adjustments.
Yellir: Do your best to keep them away, I’m nearly done!
Jovenan: ::quietly, nervous:: S-stop… ::loudly, more determined:: STARFLEET! HALT, OR I OPEN FIRE!
Hiro reached for his phaser, still in his holster, but before even leveling the weapon, there was a chirruping "fwisss," a beam of light and energy, and the man went sprawling and sliding into the dust-covered ground. One mystery was immediately replaced by another. "Who fired?" turned into "Who's the Caitian science officer?"
She was fast and agile (as one might expect). Her reaction time was really something. Two other Da'al figures came running from the medical shelter at the sound of the disturbance, but had barely enough time to clear the makeshift lintel before being neutralized by precise discharges of the hand phaser. What took Hiro aback was the battle cry/roar that issued from her as the new arrival saved their collective butts.
oO Note to self: don't piss off the Caitian. Oo
As the last would-be attacker hit the dirt, Hiro turned to the unfamiliar but clearly allied arrival.
Jones: Whoever you are, you have great timing! Who-
Yellir: Initiating the pulse!
No countdown. No "Here we go, gang." No "Hold onto yer butts." Just ... BLAMMO! To be fair, it was more like the sound a centrifuge made when the bearings were going bad, and some lab assistant set it to maximum speed after tying dog whistles to each arm. Not fun. At least this time there was no shockwave from an explosion.
Once the shrieking had finished assaulting his inner ear, Hiro kept his eyes closed. Remembering the handful of times he'd gotten obscenely drunk, this felt a LOT like "the spins." It was best to breathe slowly and regularly until it passed. And pass it did. No puke this time! Yay!
Lorana: Here I thought we’d be collecting samples and nursing scrapes. Is it always this exciting?
Jovenan: ::slightly nauseated:: Y-yeah – ugh. Thank you, um, Ensign?
Well, no puke from Hiro at least. Feeling increasingly steady, he pulled the tricorder from its holster, scanning the air quality.
Jones: ::muttering aloud as he read and analyzed the data:: Origin point readings clear. Radial area of effect. Expansion rate 1234.8 km/h ... ok, well that explains the nausea.
Yellir/Lorana: Response
Jovenan: Well, welcome to the ship then! I’m Jovenan, but we can probably discuss more about ourselves when we get back up. ::to Yellir:: Did the device work?
Analysis complete, but still staring at his tricorder, Hiro didn't realize Jo was asking the Chief Engineer. He chimed in
Jones: It sure did! I have so much data here, Jo. Like ... we could write papers on this mission from almost any angle for years.
He looked up, realized he had once again gotten swept up in his own nerdy enthusiasm. Flushing ever so slightly (not that anyone could tell through the sunburn and dust which covered every square centimeter of exposed skin), he followed Jovenan's example and introduced himself to their guardian angel.
Jones: Sorry. ::holding out his hand in greeting:: I'm Ensign Hiro Jones. Medical. That was some nice shooting, Ensign! And your timing really couldn't have been better.
Yellir/Lorana: Response
Jovenan had approached the first Da’al man. Hiro watched in his periphery as she gently turned him onto his side, preventing him from asphyxiating in the event of vomit when he woke. She really was a sweet person. It was simple act of compassion for someone who moments before would have ... Hiro wasn't exactly sure what, but it wouldn't have been pleasant, but watching her warmed his heart.
Jovenan: Are you awake, sir? Can you hear me?
Yalavvi: ::mumbled:: My ... blueprints.
The tender smile on Hiro's face vanished in an instant. He strode quickly to Jovenan's side, scanning the man's brain wave activity. The pulse worked. There was no Da'allium in the air. If this man was still exhibiting signs of the madness, they had a very big problem.
All brain wave activity was nominal though.
Jones: Why is he still talking about those? Sir? Why do you need those blueprints?
The Da'al man's eyelids fluttered open. He fixed Hiro with a sane but haughty glare.
Yalavvi: You don't understand. I'm a very important person. I won awards.
Hiro wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that, so he didn't. He stood up and walked back to the Lieutenant.
Jones: He's not violent. I think he's just normally kind of a prick ... sir.
Yellir/Lorana/Jovenan: Response
(( OOC - we can backsim more here, but it feels like our work planet-side is done, so I'm gonna push us back to the Artie. ))
(( Timeskip - later, Deck 4, Room 602 (Hiro's Quarters), USS Artemis-A ))
Hiro didn't always sing in the shower, but it felt so. good. to be clean again, he just couldn't help it. The sigh that escaped him as soon as he activated the system had turned into a laugh and then into a (mostly in-key) rendition of Suddenly Seymour. When he emerged, wrapped in a towel, ten minutes later, his roommate Kawarda fixed him with a look Hiro was getting rather used to from the Vulcan.
Kawarda: ::eyebrow cocked:: "Tell me the bad times are clean washed away." A fitting line, Ensign.
Jones: ::blushing deeply:: Uh ... thanks, Kawarda. I didn't know your shift had ended.
Kawarda: Clearly.
Tag/End Scene for Hiro
Ensign Hiro Jones, MD
USS Artemis-A, Medical
E239510KD0
"Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one." - Marcus Aurelius