Ensign Sevantha Saa - Ground Zero
Sevantha Saa
((Primary Sickbay, Deck 12, USS Astraeus))
((CONTENT WARNING: Following SIM will contain a lot of talk regarding death and the final moments of people as well as some graphic imagery in its intro so feel free to scroll down where dialogue starts.
OOC: Leaving tags open as Any so Deck 9 crew can decide if they go sickbay or engineering, and for any bridge crew with injuries.))
Crawling through the tubes was perhaps the strangest way to return to Sickbay, but once she had made it into the hall, instinct took over. Immediately she scanned the area before falling into stride as if she’d just exited the Turbolift.
Cautiously, she kept her phaser in her hand, pointed to the ground and listened. Signs of life were present, they were scared, some were injured and struggling with so many questions as to why and how this had occurred? Most common was the thought:
oO Is this how I die? Oo
Every patient asked this question for different reasons. Many suspecting those moments were their very end, called out to their pantheons for an answer, to decide whether to accept or deny their fate. Some inquired in serene curiosity, marveled at the simplicity of life, the fragility of its existence. Others asked angrily in defiance believing they had not yet achieved their purpose or significance in the world yet and whatever force had wrought it upon them was stealing it away.
Today, those who asked, had to ask because of the borg wearing the faces of those on board they had come to trust and respect. Fellow officers who had lost all control of themselves, living a horror of desync of mind and body, that when they awoke from one nightmare would find the aftermath of another. How many would now recoil in fear when some of their injuries had come to the officers who were supposed to help them? How did the minds of the doctors and nurses who had lost themselves to the Borg trust themselves after the forceful violation of their oaths.
The red-alert still rippled across the screens in the bay, overtaking the dim emergency lights making the room practically feel like it was screaming in sync those who still remained down here and alive.
She wanted to scream with them. Sevan wanted to cry in anguish at the wave of emotions she felt from all of them, with them, and mourn them. Other parts of her managed to bury all of it, isolate and numb it behind the need to perform her duty as a doctor. The changeling, its reminder of a dark period from her home, the Borg, the overtaking of the ship bringing back the sight of the decimated Ohmallera threatened to drown her, yet spite and resistance kept her going. Not playing her part allowed the possibility of the tragedy that robbed her of brother to happen to earth. This was why she joined Starfleet against her parents wishes.
Stepping inside, she raised her phaser for only a moment, to scan the area for any sign of the borg only to find the soft moans and cries of those left in their wake. Sheathing her phaser entirely, she moved to take in what exactly she was looking at, examining the damage to the facilities, the mess of supplies. Chaos had transpired here. Sevan felt her chest tighten as she looked around only to be sure of one thing….
oO Sickbay was ground zero…Oo
Saa: …Hello?
She called out in concern before her eyes shifted to empty beds that had previously a number of patients, before seeing medical staff on the ground. Every Starfleet medic on board had been tried and tested today in multiple ways, as had most of the crew, but in the aftermath of this they would have to continue picking up the wounded and dead. Gods, she didn’t want to think of the casualties at the moment, but she had to.
Rushing to a few, many were severely wounded with a few dead. Pulling out her medical tricorder, she began to scan for injuries, finding the most common being wounds from phasers above the 1-3 stun setting levels. Triage needed to be enacted but she couldn’t exactly do it alone, taking out her hypospray, she’d buy herself a little time administering first-aid enough to get them at least onto the biobed’s to stabilize them until further examinations could be given.
Saa: Any available hands please help me get these folks onto the biobeds.
Any: Response
Saa: =/\= Sickbay to bridge, this is Dr. Saa checking in. Made it to sickbay there was definitely a firefight down here, we have several wounded, a number of operations officers are missing from earlier may be among the Borg. Final count inconclusive still. We can start taking the injured here in a few. =/\=
Any: =/\= Response =/\=
With Dr. Fianna assimilated, Dr. Doucet on the Chin’toka, and Dr. Skyfire departing with his children during the initial evacuation, she felt pressure fall squarely on her shoulders to at least get it up and running.
Saa: The Biofilters are over there, we can get scans up and running in a moment, I… I’m going to need some help… ::Moving to one of the consoles she began to type:: Dr. Skyfire brought and installed a new program recently that can help.
Any: Response
There it was!
Mark IV
Sevantha activated the program and turned to see a hologram appear with the distinctive image of a tall, handsome Bajoran man in a medical uniform. She blinked once in surprise. Clearly he had to be designed based on someone the Doctor knew personally because there was no reason for a hologram to be that attractive. For a Betazoid, the lack of feelings radiating off the image of the man made him less real than he might have been to most, but still she’d been expecting an older man or woman… not the pinnacle of visual eye candy.
Mark IV: Response
Saa: Mark IV, I am Dr. Sevantha Saa, we are in the middle of a crisis and down several doctors, I need your assistance with the patients we have and the influx we’re bound to have.
Mark IV: Response
Activating more technology was a risk with the Borg around, yes, but she didn’t have a whole lot of options.
Saa: We are dealing with a population of the crew assimilated by an unknown method, my theory is whatever the activating agent is, we all carry it, and there is a marker that activates it in some over others.
Mark IV: Response
Any: Response Making sure the biobeds were online and active, she gave Mark IV a little nod. Saa: We're trying to figure it out but I don't have a lot of data on who were assimilated outside Dr. Fianna, right now, priority is getting the injured tended to unless you have any ideas how to divide out attention? Mark IV: Response Listening, she gave a little nod, hearing and agreeing with the assessment
Saa: =/\= Dr. Saa to Bridge, we are ready for transport of any injured here. =/\=
Any: =/\= Response =/\=
Mark IV: Response
Blue light began to shimmer in the bay, offsetting the rippling red light briefly before she prepped her hypospray and medical tricorder.
Any: Response
Medical Officer