Ensign D'tin Breys - Who Makes It?
Bea S
((Near genetic research lab, underground facility, Kurtûl III))
Panicking for any solution, D’tin thought back to the unconscious troops in the hall. Based on their exposure levels, she had to assume they had something stronger than whatever Starfleet had conjured up. Maybe it was a stretch of her imagination. It seemed like a way to buy them a few more minutes. She stumbled over her words.
Breys: The other team! They were exposed to larger amounts of radiation, maybe they had an inoculant on them. If we can enter safely, we can disable the force fields and inoculate Havun and Storm as well.
Ikaixar: I inoculated Lieutenant Storm when I beamed down, along with the rest of you. But you ::glancing to Havun:: please tell me you have extras for yourself in the lab.
There wasn’t time to argue on the idea. The topic shifted rapidly as the conversation with Havun enveloped the room.
Storm: You’ve already inoculated yourself, didn’t you? That’s why you weren’t afraid of using the hammer. You were never at risk.
D’tin had seen the desperation in the man’s eyes when he picked up the hammer, and stood agape when Storm had dove for him. He knew the risks.
Havun: ::heavy breathing:: You must not have met many Da’al over your lifetime, Miss…
He knew the risks.
Jovenan: Can you help him?
Somehow, for an instant, D’tin had set Havun's crimes aside. She would still bring him to justice, if for nothing else than the ship he destroyed. In this moment though, that was not her concern. He was someone to keep safe, and he was as important as the rest of them.
Ikaixar: I can help him with what I have, but the radiation needs to be shut off if he, or we, even have a chance at survival. Inoculations won’t stave off the sicknesses for long, especially with how disruptive the doses of radiation can be.
Part of Breys wondered how many of them would make it out.
She shook off the thought.
Jovenan: Can you tell how long it’ll be until the radiation leakage will be lethal on this side of the forcefield?
D’tin was beginning to lose her optimism. They hadn’t had a win in a while. Her next words came out slightly sour.
Breys: Maybe six minutes? I can tell you we’ll be dead for sure after that long.
Storm: Havun, we can shut it down from in here, can’t we? Either shut it down or tell me how to do it
Havun: I don’t know... The computer in here has locked us out... ‘Quarantine measures’.
This had to be a joke by the Prophets. D’tin could not fathom the Nascaik’s logic in this situation. They locked the thalaron generator on during a containment breach?
Ikaixar: ::pointing to Falon:: There’s still a chance she can be saved, but everyone here, including you, are my priority. I need you to tell me exactly how you’ve been treating her.
The Ensign held onto a deep hope that Ikaixar knew something that could help Falon. None of this was her fault. She was just sick.
Storm: The only way to get her help beyond you - and I’m guessing you’ve done all you can, is to lower the forcefields and let the Doctor through.
Havun: Her... Her patient files, are all in the computer. ::wheezing bloody cough:: Please. Help her.
The blood and spit was copious enough that D’tin could see it from across the room. He definitely knew the risks.
Jovenan: Ensign Breys and I will try to find out where we can lower the forcefield. Do your best helping him and each other. Will come back soon.
Breys: Yes sir.
She gave the others a reassuring look.
The hallway was covered in the black of scorch marks lit by the glaring red lights of the containment breach alarms. As they panned flashlights across the path D’tin saw the bodies of their aggressors lying slumped over. As they passed the mounds slowly and gently, the lights found an electrical device built into a wall, some sort of power distribution node.
Jovenan: Does this look like something that might control the forcefields to you? ::awkward smile:: One thing I’ve come to regret about my Academy days was not taking more engineering.
Breys: It should be, I think these are the flow regulators, and this controls the field strength, but I’m not sure how to select which field we affect.
Jovenan scratched the bridge of her nose. D’tin found her nose itching from watching it, but resisted the urge to do the same. The other science officer pressed a few buttons in a calculated manner, and they seemed to have the desired effect on the readout.
Jovenan: That should have lowered the forcefield between the two parts of the lab. I think. That’s what we want, since we don’t want to flood the corridor with the radiation so that we two don’t take unnecessary dose. Nor the attackers, if they’re still alive. ::pause:: How do we even get them too into safety?
Breys’s stomach dropped. More people they might not save. The thought kept repeating in her head.
oO Who makes it out of here? Oo
Breys: Oh no. I don’t know, we need to get them out of the scattering field soon, and beam them somewhere before the radiation starts interfering with transporters in this area.
Four words in Jovenan’s statement suddenly hit D’tin, she had delayed her acceptance of them at first.
If they’re still alive.
Breys: We should be able to move the mystery Nascaik quickly. Should we move the bodies outside of the scattering field and call for a transport now?
Jovenan: Response
The majority of the time, it was an Ensign’s job to follow orders. She did so diligently.
Breys: We have to get through this quickly then, so we can get everyone out..
Jovenan: Response
Working alongside Jovenan was strange. Sharing a space with another Science Officer felt comfortable, and they shared the same awkwardness that Science Officers often carried, even if it was in different flavors. In that awkwardness sat a certain honesty
Breys: We can get everyone out, right?
Jovenan: Response
TAG/TBC
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Ensign D’tin Breys
Science Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240301DB4