Ensign Spelvan - The Closest Call
Tara Miner
((Research and Development Wing, Gibaria Outpost))
The two Vulcans on the team had opened up the door at the end of the corridor to find the scientist inside inexplicably caught in a time loop.
Spelvan: Have you brushed up on your temporal mechanics lately, Admiral?
Valek: ::He looked at Spelvan, then her.:: Ensign, my understanding of temporal mechanics is limited; therefore, my ability to assist is limited.
Reynolds: Yes.
The admiral's answer held an unspoken weight. Spelvan got the idea that he had touched a nerve, however innocently - something suggesting that her refresher course in temporal mechanics had been an unpleasant one.
The doctor had no further time to consider this as the cylinder sparked again, humming in a manner that Spelvan could only interpret as unstable.
The woman jerked as her eyes rolled back in her head - a medical indicator of a seizure, the doctor thought, until they turned a pitch-black color. Foam began to gather at the edges of her mouth as she shakily clambered to her feet.
Reynolds: ::Low,:: Although I'm not sure it's going to be necessary.
Spelvan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before mechanically removing a hypospray from his medkit and inserting a vial of anesthizine into it. Usually, he wouldn't have such a strong sedative in his medkit, but the medical team had decided it would be best considering what they were dealing with.
The Kobliad stood before them now - no weeping, no longer speaking her repetitive phrase. The doctor didn't know if she could see at all through the dark sheen that covered her eyeballs, but she seemed to have limited awareness in any case.
After a moment she slowly raised her hand, pointing at them. The woman began to vocalize, in a low, indecipherable tone at first before the words finally began to come out. Spelvan looked to the security officer to see him raise his rifle.
Unknown Woman: ::In a ghostly, scratchy voice:: WE ... ARE .... HERE .... WE ... ARE... .HERE ... WE ... ARE ... HERE ...
Reynolds: Who—
The cylinder's consistent trilling reached a short, brilliant crescendo before letting out a final crashing noise and was silent. The time outside the anomaly seemed to "catch up" to the time outside as red vines whipped out of her body, her hand hardening into the sharp claws that Dr. Throka, dead in the corridor, had possessed.
The Kobliad ducked out of the way of Valek's rifle and lunged at the Admiral, who ducked and rolled to the ground.
Spelvan found his muscles straining as he silently iron-gripped the hypo, trying his best to look for an opening.
Valek: Response
The doctor observed that in her current state, the scientist was clumsy, as if whatever entity held her in its grasp didn't quite know how to handle the workings of a humanoid body.
Reynolds: Stun or sedate her, whatever works. ::She skittered back again as the sound of her voice drew the attention of the Kobliad, or whatever was puppeteering her.:: No one's to risk getting hurt.
Spelvan: Yes, sir. I'll take her down.
Valek: Response
As the Kobliad made another unwieldy attempt to attack the Admiral, Spelvan approached her from the side with precision and plunged the hypo into her (un-plantified) arm. She let out a strangled cry as she dropped. Spelvan caught her and lowered her, careful to not touch any of the vines or plant material.
He dropped the now-empty hypo. It clattered loudly to the floor as the white-haired Vulcan struggled to steady his heavy, shallow breathing.
Spelvan: She's... she's... s-stable. Unconscious. For now. If... if her case is anything like Dr. Throka's, the mutations might kill her quickly, unless we are able to reverse it somehow.
Reynolds/Valek: Response
oO Or she could wake up again and try to attack us... again... Oo
Spelvan looked around as lights on the ceiling flickered to life and consoles blinked on. It seemed the strange cylinder had been using all of the energy in the room.
Spelvan: Maybe the data we've been searching for is in here. We should... try to see if we can access anything on these stations.
Reynolds/Valek: Response
He turned back to his team members, crouching to give the Admiral a hand up. He thought about how close a call it had been, and worry tore at his guts.
Spelvan: ::Slowly, in an effort to keep his tone even,:: Are you both unharmed?
Reynolds/Valek: Response
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Ensign Spelvan
Medical Officer
USS-Gorkon
G240208S11