Lt. JG. Haukea-Willow: Don’t Stop Me Now.
Aly Drolet
OOC: Doctor Who Series 8 - Bonus - Mummy on the Orient Express: Don't Stop Me Now (Feat. Foxes)
Was starting work on my own response when I noticed the sim from T’Reyna. Hopefully I got All her dialogue and other bits included right.
((Distribution Station, Biodome 2B, Miri IVa))
It appeared, though Haukea would not have had it any other way, that Myran was to do the freezing, yet not until after herself, T’Reyna and Fairhug acted as bait, luring the plants out with the flame of their sticks.
Fairhug: Okay, let’s see if this works. ::After a few more feet, he stopped and raised his torch stick:: We’ll give it a prolonged blast and draw the vines towards us, then stop and let Adjunct Myran hit them with the frost-thrower. Agreed?
The plan, as laid out by Commander Fairhug, was more than reasonable, providing relief in the eyes of Myran. Haukea, on the other hand, still held on to her concern, double edged in consolation. A 50/50 shot at success.
T'Reyna: Ready, Commander.
Willow: On your mark.
Fairhug: Okay, on three. One, two, three!
In earnest the three torch sticks came ablaze like shooting stars, bathing the plaza in warm light. In mere instance the vines moved like snakes on the hunt, moving at unprecedented speed. Haukea shuffled back with practiced ease, reminded of chasing waves, shore fish that found pleasure in attacking one’s feet.
Fairhug, followed by T’Reyna, in mere unison, found themselves laughing at the sport.
Fairhug: Stop!
The torch sticks snuffed out like a candle, allowing Myran to step forward, holding the trigger down on her own device, as she moved it back and forth over the withering vines. In moments they stopped moving, frozen, broken.
Haukea, standing not far away, shivered, not used to such cold, as T’Reyna rushed forward with her axe. In one swift motion the flora broke off, shards, like a mirror, scattering across the pavement.
Commander Fairhug’s combadge sounded, alerting the quartet to the incoming communication, halting their work.
Tito: =/\= Tito to Taybrim and Fairhug. We have good news. Doctors Wethern and Marsh manage to find a cure. =/\=
Fairhug: =/\= That is excellent news, Mister Tito. =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= Response =/\=
Tito: =/\= We might have to figure out a way to provide a quick distribution. But I will leave those details with Lieutenants Wethern and Marsh. =/\=
Fairhug: =/\= We’re executing a plan to stop the spread of the vines in biodome 2B, but it’s going to be a slow process. If there’s a quicker way to bring this plant under control, I’d be glad to hear it. =/\=
Tito: =/\= I think that is something that you might need to ask Doctor Rodrega. Although I don't know how helpful he will be. =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= Response =/\=
Fairhug: =/\= Aye, standing by. =/\=
Tito: =/\= We will work on producing the serum then. Tito out. =/\=
With the news, Haukea could have, if given the opportunity, embraced Madison, spinning her around with a kiss in congratulations. That woman truly worked miracles; Haukea was more than proud.
Fairhug: I think it’s working. Shall we go again?
Myran: By all means.
T'Reyna: This efficiency is unmatched.
Willow: No use stopping now.
T’Reyna smiled faintly at the clear joy on Myran’s face. Yet her smile vanished just as quickly as it came. Once again, the whole situation was a double edged sword, 50/50.
Fairhug: Okay, let’s light it up again. On three…one…two…three!
Conversation continued, raised over the noise, as the Starfleet officers lit up their flame, making way for Myran to freeze the horrendous vines.
Myran: It won’t be long before we’ve cleared this market space.
T'Reyna: How does the Frost-Thrower feel to use? Few have had the honour.
Fairhug: True! It’s not our most popular piece of weaponry.
Myran: Response
Willow: I’m sure you could give others lessons.
The quartet continued to pursue the vines, lighting them on fire before quickly freezing and shattering them into a million pieces. It was like a dance, two steps forward, burn, two steps back and freeze.
T'Reyna: Perhaps it is…the poison in my blood…Yet one must admit, this is…satisfying.
Willow: ::Continuing to light the flame:: No need to dwell on that. A cure has been found. All we need to do is prevent it from being necessary in the future.
Fairhug: ::Turning to look Adjunct Myran in the face, still continuing to fire his torch:: I have a feeling the people in charge here will make sure of that.
T'Reyna: A…relief. This is…difficult to endure…
T’Reyna continued to use her axe, breaking the plant into a thousand minuscule sharp shards, relaxing in the cold.
Myran: Response
Willow: If only it was that easy. History has a way of repeating itself.
If Miri Four-A was anything to go by, then, at least in partiality, her statement rang true. Though according to some, “history repeated itself, but in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.” A reflection of her own thoughts and opinions.
Gogi replied only with a sober nod of the head.
T'Reyna: Yet a trouble must resolve for a trouble to return.
Myran: Response
Willow: Too right you are.
Myran: Response
Fairhug: ::Holding up a hand he called out to the others:: Stop! ::lowering his torch stick and gesturing to Myran:: Adjunct… ::As if on cue, the Deltan froze the vines in place, T’Reyna swooping in to hack at them with her axe::
Taking a look around the plaza, several medics and security officers, some from earlier, could be seen tending to individuals wounded by the plant. One such individual, Hargruff, a Tellarite, earlier stunned by T’Reyna’s hand, was now sitting up, shaking his head, as if surprised by the supplies of various anti-grav trolleys being scattered about.
Fairhug: ::He looked back again at Myran and spoke directly to her:: There's still a lot of this plant to remove, Adjunct, but I have faith that my colleagues are close to finding a more efficient way of doing that. In the meantime, what do you say we help your people to help themselves?
Myran: Response
T'Reyna: Focus…focus… ::she murmured to herself like a prayer::
Willow: ::Speaking to T’Reyna:: I’m here. Breathe. Focus on the solution, not the problem. ::She hoped her words were comforting enough::
Fairhug: The people in this plaza have seen what we've done, plus your medic has been able to administer the same drug to them as she did to Ensign T’Reyna. If they still don't realise that we're here to help, then I don't know what more we can do.
T'Reyna: The drug is…effective…for another few hours. I may-...be of service for a short time longer. What needs…doing?
Willow: Aid. Support. Trust and they shall come.
Myran: Response
Fairhug: ::pointing to the trolleys and rations scattered around:: I reckon we can get things tidied up around here and start distributing this aid again…this time in a more orderly fashion.
Aid was a skill Haukea was built for. Tiding supplies, stilling unsettled individuals, the list goes on.
T'Reyna: ::Nodding:: Yes, Commander.
T’Reyna, in a mere instant, began collecting various supply packages, ration packs and other spilled ingredients from the ground, righting one of the fallen anti-grav trolleys along her way. The whole while Haukea observed her, hair frizzy, like her own, makeup fading, yet equally ambitious in her pursuit.
Myran/Fairhug: Response
T’Reyna continued, in silence, to gather the disorder plaza into rights. Haukea herself stepping alongside her, taking packages from her hands, organizing carts, forming a plan of action.
Willow: Once we gather these carts, I say we gather anyone willing and either have them attend to medical care or head to an aid station.
Myran/Fairhug/T’Reyna: Response
Willow: Fair better to wait it out among friends.
T’Reyna/Myran/Fairhug: Response
Willow: The aid stations offer food, drink and comfort.
T’Reyna/Myran/Fairhug: Response
Willow: In the meantime, don’t go far. We don’t know how the plants will be acting in other areas.
T’Reyna/Myran/Fairhug: Response
Lt. JG Haukea-Willow
Security - Crisis Response
Starbase 118 Ops
M239512BG0
