Lieutenant JG Ras El'Heem - Clever Girl Pt. 1

[Ras El'Heem]

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Khitomer, the Lagoon Nebula))

 

The velvety texture of the lack of light on the bridge was thick. It wasn’t just that their sense of sight was taken, it was also the sudden quiet of a dead ship, and the weightlessness that came with the constant freefall of zero-G. It was sort of like moving through honey but the opposite. Instead of the encompassing feeling of being surrounded by a sludge that was something, it was the lack of feeling at all. Scratch that, it wasn’t entirely true. The stomach drop was definitely a feeling, and one that wasn’t easy to get used to.

 

Ras had called out to those on the bridge to sound off. His doctor mode was second nature, and he was always the one to check first.

 

Semara: :: A soft groan :: No...  :: A little chuckle. ::

 

He could hear in Amelia’s voice the unease, but the chuckle cemented that she wasn’t in critical need of attention. There were multiple problems to wade through and a little gravity sickness could wait.

 

El’Heem: AGS is offline. No emergency lighting. Atmospherics are only going to hold for so long and we’re at a higher crew capacity than usual.

 

Zerva: So another words, we’re FUBAR. Great. Anyone tired calling engineering yet?

 

Fouled Up Beyond Recognition. Apt.

 

Semara: I'm gonna puke…

 

Hobart: Do not spew in zero-G, Lieutenant! That is both an order and solid life advice! Contain it!

 

A little vomit wasn’t anything to worry about, being a medical officer steeled you to these kinds of things. However, it seemed Hobart wasn’t delighted to add flying biomaterial to the list of problems. They certainly didn’t need more.

 

Prix: Response

 

As Ras found the handheld light under the tactical console, he scanned the room with the beam. Everyone was accounted for. Amelia even seemed to account for her bile as well.

 

Zerva: Figures. I guess that means everyone is on their own, for now.

 

The doctor turned to their captain. He knew everything that needed to be accomplished and perhaps the order in which they needed to be completed, but he’d leave that decision to the big shot.

 

El’Heem: Orders sir?

 

Prix: Response

 

Hobart: For now, we assume that Engineering is working on restoring power. And we assume it's going to take a while. Does anyone need to get to Sickbay? Lieutenant Semara?

 

It was a valid question and Ras had wondered the same. In his head, he took stock of each. Hobart, fine. Ezra, also fine. Prix, doubly so. Cain, likely fine, although he’d need to study the man’s disposition longer to have gauge a better temperature of him. Amelia, she was experiencing either peripheral vertigo from the loss of gravity or Sench Wave Radiation sickness. He couldn’t be sure of either just yet.

 

Semara: Oh, don't mind me.  That's courtesy the Sencha waves.  I'm doin' better now.  No one else felt it?  :: Beat ::  I mean, I always wanted to know what havin' a Gorn hatchlin' birthed out my eye sockets feels like.  :: A soft chuckle. :: I'll be okay in a sec.  Let's just not do that again?

 

That answers that. Likely padded by the lingering aerosolized compound in the air. Ras took a mental note to report the new shielding’s failure in preventing non-negligible leak. That could wait, however.

 

Cain: Felt it a bit, but my lunch is still where it belongs.

 

Okay, unnecessary. Amelia didn’t mean to throw up.

 

Zerva: With main power out and the extra crew, that means life support will only last at most for about two hours?

 

Semara: :: Shaking her head :: Less.  It ain't a problem of oxygen, it's the ventilation.  There's air for two hours, but a lot is essentially trapped in pockets no one's in.  Like cargo bays.  Here on the bridge, all a' us.... :: A pause. :: More like an hour at most - thirty minutes if we're workin' hard.  I'd recommend we open the doors to the conference lounge.  Might buy us a few minutes.  Beyond that, environmental is up to main engineering.

 

Ras heard movement nearby and shined his light in that direction. Cain floated through the beam.

 

Hobart: Bright side is there are enough of us in here that we likely won't freeze to death. ::clearing throat:: Let's get those doors open—conference room and ready rooms, in that order.

 

El’Heem: ::Grumbling about the freezing to death comment:: It doesn’t work that way. ::clearing his throat::

 

Prix: Response

 

Zerva: We won’t have any anti-gravity boots available to us here as there are no EV suits on the bridge, but we should have some gravity grippers to help us move about the room if we need them. ::opens up a panel next to the engineering console:: I’ve got two pair right here. 

 

Semara: I'll float, thanks.

 

Ras grunted in the affirmative.

 

Cain: ::light but firm:: Keep those for the ground-pounders, Zerva.

 

Hobart: Use them to pry open the conference room doors first, Lieutenant. That's more important.

 

Prix: Response

 

Zerva: I’ve got an engineer toolkit here as well. Did anyone find anything else of value that could assist us?

 

Semara: One sec.  There outta be...  :: Popping the emergency box, then a big grin. :: Ha!  Yeah.  I got a backup battery.   Ain't much, but 'nough for lights, at least.

 

Smart cookie. He was grateful to be amongst such a resourceful crew. Ras didn’t spend as much time on the bridge as he’d liked, and even knowing intuitively that these emergency supplies were there, the knowledge didn’t manifest itself when it was so direly needed. He was kicking himself for that.

 

Hobart: Alright, go ahead. But we’ll just keep the light as long as we need to get settled. Conserve whatever power we can, in case we need it later.

 

Prix: Response

 

El’Heem: Any time with more air scrubbers is invaluable.

 

Semara: Yup, on it.

 

Tags/TBC

Lieutenant JG Ras El’Heem

Medical Officer

USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)

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