Lt. Cmdr. Genkos Adea - One Death...
Genkos Adea
((VIP Quarters, SS Ascent Vine))
Adea: Either way, it might be worth a shot. It’s certainly better than waiting around for the bomb to go off.
The ship began to rattle around them; slowly at first, then gained enough traction in the decking to cause the glass of water on the Fleet Commander’s table to topple over. Liquid spilt over onto the floor, the rocking of the vessel barely sustaining the strain of whatever was going on outside. Suvic rushed back inside, a fire lit beneath the young Vulcan as he moved, the severity of whatever he’d just heard weighing down the centre of his slanted eyebrows.
Suvic: Fleet Commander. The Unconquerable has been destroyed. The Juneau is mobilising.
Genkos looked wildly around the room; this had suddenly gone from impulse to warp XV in the splittiest of seconds. What was next?
Sienelis/T’Kosa/Peters: Response
Adea: By the four...
He trailed off, as what was next revealed itself. The familiar, if incredibly discomforting feeling of being locked in a transporter beam began tugging on his very atoms. A wave of nausea washed over him - he absolutely hated being transported under any circumstances, but as a surprise in such a horrendous situation just took the uttaberry biscuit. He began to retch, and felt the burning sensation at the back of his throat that usually meant he was about to vomit everywhere...
((Transporter Room One, USS Juneau))
A small amount of bile splattered against the transporter pad, and Genkos wiped his mouth with the back of a teal sleeve. He closed his eyes and tried to push back the anger and disgust he currently felt. He was absolutely furious that their team had been pulled out of an important mission without warning and without explanation. The disgust was his regular reaction to the transporter, but by the four it was never normally this visceral. It must be the perfect storm of emotions, he mused.
Chris practically leapt off the pad and was looking through the console, seemingly desperate for any shred of information about their Vulcan allies.
Johns: Raga’s trying to get a lock on the civilians… Wait, no… ::Genkos’ heart stopped in the pause:: He’s lost it…
Adea: ::almost inaudibly:: What?! No...
Sienelis/Peters: Response
Johns: Even the biggest Syndicate slaver ships can only transport a few hundred at a time. ::He forced himself to take a breath as he gripped the console.:: The power demands are too great.
Sienelis/Peters: Response
Genkos cast his eyes downwards, silently praying that someone would be able to save them. He had no way of knowing whether it would work or not. All he had... was hope. He looked up, his eyes filled with tears and spoke in a raw, hoarse voice.
Adea: How many?
Johns: Six thousand people.
Genkos nodded, the rapid tiny nods of someone who comprehends what was said on an objective level, but didn’t want to process it emotionally. Or couldn’t. Warm tears began to roll down his face and he clung to his cane like a life raft in a storm. He once heard of a human monster who had said the words “one death is a tragedy, a million is a statistic” and he was reminded of those now. How wrong they were, how evil. This was something he would never be able to shut away and compartmentalise. Six thousand vulcans, blown to atoms, because of their inability to help. By the four, he would be glad when he was back on the Gorkon.
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Lieutenant Commander Genkos Adea MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Juneau
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