Cmdr. Tal Tel-ar - Admiral, first aid and a need for new clothes
Peacock, Daryl (SOLGEN)
((Transporter Room 2, USS Veritas))
:: Tal re-materialized aboard what was obviously a Starfleet vessel, most likely the USS Veritas. He knew it was not the Cait station as it lacked any of the obvious identifying markers that he had seen everywhere he went on their station. ::
:: Tal materialized on a transporter platform next to Lt. Teller with both phasors clutched in his hands and latterly covered in blue blood from numerous scratches and bites. An obvious sign that the voles had done their best to either make him their lunch or just an oversized chew toy. ::
:: Even with that Tal was the first to move, to holster the two phasors on his belt even as he rose, turning as he did to offer a hand to Lt. Teller, easily lifting the man to his feet even as Tal finished standing himself. ::
:: Out of the corner of his eyes Tal spotted a Lt. standing behind the transporter console and an Ensign off to one side who started to move towards them. ::
Vistain: =/\= Medical team to Transporter Room 2! =/\=
:: The ensign grabbed Teller's pant leg and ripped it from ankle to groin in one pull. Then he jumped back, blocking Tal from reaching it even as it skittered across the deck towards an open Jefferies tube hatch nearby. ::
Teller: Clear the pad! We've got to get this hooked up now!
Tel-ar: Look out!! :: Tal called out as he did move out of the way but probably not in the way Lt. Teller meant. Tal took a long quick step to the side around the ensign and then lunged forward. One hand dropping to grab one of the phasors at his waist even as he threw himself forward towards the open Jeffries tube hatch. ::
:: Behind him Tal could hear movement, he ignored it as he reached out with his free hand, grabbed the edge of the open hatch and pulled himself forward until his head and shoulders were inside even as he opened fire. ::
Teller: Vistain, NOW!
:: Tal’s antenna twitched, his enhanced Andorian senses, hearing, smell quickly determined that he had got it. No movement and the unmistaken smell of barbequed vole all the data he needed to confirm it even as he pulled his head and shoulders out of the hatch and stood back up. ::
:: Even as Tal turned he could see someone materializing, a man, one who seemed to be visibly confused but otherwise unharmed. Admiral Washington looked around the room with a scowl on his face even as a medical team rushed in and moved towards Tal and Lt. Teller. ::
Macedon: :: Ensign Macedon sprang to attention :: Admiral on Deck!
Washington: reply
Teller: Apologies sir, little difficulty during your transport. You'll get a full report ::Teller yelped as one of the medics slathered disinfectant onto his leg:: just as soon as I stop bleeding. Sir.
Tel-ar: Admiral. :: Tal stated simply with a slight nod of his head in recognition of the gentleman from where he stood being examined by one of the USS Veritas’s medical staff. ::
Washington: reply
Teller: Yes sir, and after I get a new pair of pants. If you'll permit me, sir. :: Teller brought his hand to his comm badge. ::
Washington: reply
Tel-ar: Cardassian voles Admiral. :: Tal replied to the question even as he ripped the shreds of what had been his shirt off. It was ripped to pieces and was only a nuisance to the medic trying to treat him. By doing so his wide shoulders, deep chest and six pack abs were revealed, all of them covered in bites, scratches and blue Andorian blood mixed with the dark crimson of the voles he had killed. :: A Bajoran transport somehow transported a large number of them, a situation that needs to be intensely investigated and they somehow managed to get onto the station.
Teller: =/\= Teller to El Sayid, mission successful. We've got the Admiral aboard the Veritas and will be returning him to the party in a few minutes. What's your status? =/\=
El Sayid: =/\= reply =/\=
Teller: =/\= Understood, do what you can and then hand it off to the dock crew. Good work. Head back to the party when you can. Teller out. =/\=
:: The female medic seemed to take more time than Tal expected to deal with all of the damage to his torso, her skilled hands alternating between using a dermal re-generator to fix the damage even while her other hand wiped up the two types of blood that was smeared all over his body. ::
Teller: =/\= Teller to Captain Rahman, the Admiral's alright. We'll beam him straight to the party in just a few moments. =/\=
Rahman: =/\= reply =/\=
:: The female medic stopped for a moment to examine his torso, the fingers on her one hand drifting lightly over his 6 pack abs and up onto his chest before she moved behind him and continued to repair the damage done to his back. ::
Teller: =/\= Shin and El Sayid split off to try to restore the stations sensors, they should be back to you soon. What's the status on the cargo sled? =/\=
Rahman: =/\= reply =/\=
Teller: =/\= Glad to hear that. Sounds like we've got even more to celebrate. =/\=
Washington: =/\= reply =/\=
:: Finished she moved back around to Tal’s front, glanced down at his legs and what little there was left of his pants. The voles had done even more damage to them and between that and the two kinds of blood they were completely destroyed and mere tattered shreds left. She then looked up at him, seeming to be unsure of how to proceed. ::
Rahman: =/\= reply =/\=
:: Tal noticed and reached down to rip off what little remained of his pants, ignoring her little cry of surprise even as he tossed the destroyed garment onto the rest of his clothes lying on the deck beside him. After a moment she proceeded, doing the same for his legs that she had done for his torso and back. Finished Tal looked back up in time to see Lt. Teller move to the transporter console where he leaned against it. ::
Teller: Lt. Vistain, would you do the honors?
:: As Tal watched Lt. Teller nodded to the Admiral who hesitantly walked back over to the transporter pad. A few moments later he vanished in a shimmering blue cloud. Teller seemed to let out a breath when the transporter confirmed the Admiral had arrived at his destination at the party intact. ::
Teller: Lieutenant, make sure you find that vole before it makes any more of a mess in here. Commander Tel-ar and I are in desperate need of a quick shower and change of clothes. Good work, Danielle.
Tel-ar: :: Tal moved over to stand on the transporter pad, ignoring the weird looks he was getting due to the fact that all he was wearing were his boots and underwear. As he did he spoke? :: The vole is about 17 feet inside of that open hatch. You may need a bucket to clean up his remains.
:: As Tal waited to be transported over to his temporary quarters on the station, Lt. Teller turned and limped towards the door, he swore when he heard snickering laughter behind
him and turned to find both USS Veritas crewmen intently looking in any direction but his while laughing. ::
Tel-ar: :: Tal stepped back down from the pad even as he spoke out in a loud voice. :: ATTENTION! :: As he did he noticed a red faced Lt. Teller exit the room and walk away. ::
Tel-ar: :: Tal looked at each one of the crewmen present. Their bodies ramrod straight in response to his command. His intense steel gray eyes seeming to stare right through them as he did. :: If you are finished acting like a bunch of children I would greatly like to return to my quarters. :: With that he turned back and stepped up onto the pad and in only a few moments he vanished in a swirling ball of light. ::
TAG/TBC
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Cmdr. Tal Tel-ar
Chief Security Officer
USS Montreal, NCC-64297
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