Lt. Thomas O'Reilly - The Long Night
Toxin Arlill
(( Unknown Island, Argratha ))
They’d made it to a small, deserted island in the middle of the vast lake, where their shuttle had recently been laid to rest beneath its waves. Thomas was slowly regaining function of the left side of his body, no doubt nerves damaged during the brief, albeit extremely damaging, battle with what — they had no clue. Thomas would have preferred more cover, every bit of his senses told him they were still being watched, by whoever, or whatever, had attacked them.
Lohkina: You want us to move with this thing now? Or set up camp here on the shore?
Sh’shelor: We are vulnerable in the open. It would be better to seek shelter in shelter.
Lohkina: Sure, no problem.
O'Reilly: We can bring whatever supplies we can carry, but we’ll need to keep our wits about us, we don’t know if they’re still out there.
Thomas could tell Ithri wasn’t doing so well. He’d fought alongside an Andorian marine in one of his first regiments and had learned to read their expressions through their antennae more than he’d ever preferred to.
Approximately 15 meters from their current position, Thomas spotted what looked like a cave or opening. It was large enough for the three of them, by his estimate, and would provide far better cover than the Starfleet canopy they’d constructed. The next question was how they were going to reach it, with all of them in some state of disrepair.
Sh’shelor: We must also be careful of what is in there. Wildlife may not be friendly.
O’Reilly: We should move quickly ::beat:: well as quickly as we can. If they are still up there, whoever attacked us, I can sure as heck bet they’re still looking for us, to confirm the kill.
Lohkina: Responses
Sh’shelor: I am not able to walk, but I can guard the rear if I am carried.
Thomas ran a quick assessment of his augments, a physical one, since he didn’t have his custom augment tricorder. He could estimate that about 50% of functionality on his left side had returned. He still had a limp, but much more control than he had before.
Lohkina: Responses
Sh’shelor: First, medical treatment for O’Reilly. Emergency kits should have moldable splits. It will not be pleasant, but it will allow him to put some weight on the leg. Then, we should carefully move to the sanctuary of the forest.
He would have preferred to tend to her first, but she was right, they needed the ex-marine operations guy functional, to improve their odds of survive. For a moment, Thomas wondered which aspect of his skills would be the most useful, survival training as a marine or ingenuity as a ops guy.
Taking the splint, Thomas stabilized the broken portion of his lower left augment, it would help to aid in his control as he helped to move Ithri towards their cover. He bent down to help her up enough to carry/drag her.
O’Reilly: You ready, on my count?
Lohkina: Responses
((A Few Hours Later))
They hadn’t heard any shuttles or other aircraft, no boats had passed and the only unnatural lights they could make out after darkness had fallen were a few orbiting satellites — one of which was them only half a day earlier.
O’Reilly: Let’s sleep in rotating shifts, make sure we have someone on watch at all times. I’ll take first watch ::picking up the rifle, checking it’s armament, and placing it in his lap as he rested against the wall of the entrance::.
oO It’s going to be a long, long night. Oo
[[End Scene for O’Reilly]]
((ooc: Didn't progress this too far, with the act wrapping up.))
Lieutenant Thomas O’Reilly
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4Lt. Thomas O'Reilly - The Long Night