[sb118-mercury] [G] Ensign T'Vai - Preventative Care (Away Team, Calvary)

[Shawn Butler]

Saveron: I will provide treatment where possible, however it would be preferable to... ::he paused to cough, green speckling the back of the hand he covered his mouth with:: ... to return us all to the Mercury as rapidly as possible.

::Alora blinked several times. Her energy was waning quickly, perhaps partly because of relief which allowed her a measure of room to relax.  She couldn't help but stare at the green that smeared across his hand until it was washed way by some sort of disinfectant.::

DeVeau: You're hurt...

::Gloves hid his hands from view and then he proceeded to inspect one eye, then another. The strange, dancing spots took up residence on Saveron's face.::

Saveron: The ship has proven uncontactable. Permit me to splint your arm.

DeVeau: What about Rahman?

::She twisted around as best she could, a motion accompanied by more pain, but that was pretty much whenever she moved at all anyway. Rahman, however, had other concerns.::

Rahman: What about the Gateway, commander?

::Rahman was being seen to by the other Vulcan, deep in concentration::

Ross: RESPONSE

::Rahman stared off in the direction of where the men had previous been fighting, but before she could turn, an unfortunately familiar voice spoke up.::

Pasht-Nos: Yes, what about the Gateway?

DeVeau: No, no, no, no, no...

::Despite her reluctance, Alora shifted so she could also gaze at her captor.  Honestly, she felt like bursting into tears.  Why wouldn't he just /die/ already?::

Ross: RESPONSE

Pasht-Nos: I changed my mind, commander, about killing your team. ::A sadistic smile crept across his face as he aimed the weapon squarely at Ross.:: I'll start with you.

::The rifle shifted to aim directly at Ross.::

DeVeau: No!

T'Vai: Commander!

::She about broke down right then and there and most likely would have fallen into a fit of tears if not a miracle hadn't happened - the gun didn't fire.  The tears were held at bay and the breath that she had taken in and held suddenly shook out in relief. ::

::T'Vai gave a strong exhale in response to the malfunction, thinking perhaps there was something to the luck her father had so strongly believed in, then reminded herself to express that would be entirely unacceptable::

Anyone: RESPONSE

::Of course, their troubles weren't over.  While the Orion didn't have his rifle, he was in much better shape than anyone in the party.  They were going to have to do something and the Orion was already starting to look as if he were considering his options.  He was interrupted by a snarl that shook the walls and added to the tremors that already ran rampant through her body. Aliens hovered above them, balanced upon the arches.  The two forms leaped from their position to plummet right into their enemy.  Another fight ensued, but this time none of the crewmembers were involved - yet.  With the way they tumbled about, they drew closer to the group.  Alora's body refused to react though her mind screamed at her as the blur aimed straight toward her.

::Seeing the muscles of the alien tense to pounce thanks to her artificial vision, T'Vai sprung towards Alora as fast as her feet would carry her though the movement brought a knife in her back that seemed to steal her breath away. She tackled the human to the ground and her ears twitched at the passing of the creature. She rose to her feet in a low crouch and placed herself between Alora and the alien::

oO Resistance is logical, after all..Oo

::T'Vai heard the woman whimper behind her, the chamber violently shook once more::

Rahman: Oh, dear...

::That was putting it mildly.  Alora closed her eyes and wished she could clap both her hands over her ears.  She didn't want to hear the toll of her death knell.::

Anyone: RESPONSE

Kells: =/\= Kells to Ross and away team. =/\=

Ross: =/\= RESPONSE =/\=

Kells: =/\= We've just arrived on the planet's surface in the Walter Schirra. How can we assist? =/\=

Rahman: =/\= Captain, we need an emergency beam out now to the surface! =/\=

Ross et al.: =/\= RESPONSE =/\=

Kells/Sahriv/Shryker: =/\= RESPONSE =/\=

Rahman: Lieutenant, grab onto someone!

::At that the T'Vai glanced back at the voice and noticed Alora's combadge was not pinned to her uniform:: 

oO The transporter could easily lock onto us both if...Oo

::A split second's decision later and T'Vai made the decision to expose her back to the threat surely about to attack her, having now recovered from its' failed pounce. She spun on a heel and dove for Alora, sliding on the rocky floor to scoop her right arm under Alora's and wrapping the other around the woman's torso. She had done what she could, it was now up to Mercury to help them::

::Grab on to someone?  Her response time was pitiful for her brain was taking twice as long to process anything that might require a reaction.  Arms took hold of her and she finally grabbed at something with her one good hand, fingers clutching at fabric, while her other arm was sliced in pain at the movement and tried her best to hold back her cries. Warmth enveloped her, a heat throbbed as her eyes shut tight against the chaos, she did not open them until the trill of the transporter was all that resounded.  She wasn't dead. Unfortunately, she wasn't unconscious either.  At least she was alive. ::

DeVeau: My hero. ::She muttered, though to whom exactly was open to interpretation.:: Can I go to sleep now?

T'Vai: I would not recommend it, Lieutenant. Though I'm not unsympathetic. It's hoped Doctor Saveron will not be disappointed if I were to wish my second day onboard to be less.. eventful.

TBC


Ensign T'Vai
Medical
USS Mercury